I Kidnapped The Mob Boss

Chapter 3

Saxton Pov

My dad took forever. I didn't want to keep pestering because that would have seemed odd. Plus my family and I don't converse on the regular so all the questions I wanted to ask couldn't be asked for the sake of normalcy. Screw normalcy. I want to know where Dominique is right now. I knew I sounded like a spoiled brat. In reality I was spoiled. My dad is an investment banker and made tons of money. Little did I know that I would soon pay for all the luxury that I had. I would pay in a tremendous way that would lead me to do the most reckless thing I could've imagined.

It was a Thursday when my dad sent for me. I made my way down his office.

"Yes, father." 

"Here, this is the information you requested. I had my secretary to gather this so I haven't looked inside it. Do I need to? Are you up to something wrong," he said handing me a brown envelope.

"Oh no father, just trying to be a good Samaritan."

"Run along then."

"Thank you father," I said and bounced from the room. I tried not to let my excitement show, but it was hard.

I ran into my room and emptied the contents of the envelope on my bed. I gasped at the pictures of him and his entourage. In all the pictures he has men surrounding him. His information sheet wasn't long at all. No address or anything. It did have his full name on it. Dominique Greco.

I dropped all the papers on the desk and picked up my laptop and googled his name. What popped up shocked my sixteen year old eyes. He WAS! in the mob. There's been speculation and he has many charges pending against him but never has been convicted. Mainly because his entire family are in politics. His uncle is a judge. He has a slew of cousins that are lawyers. His mother is even the mayor of the city.

I slammed my laptop down. I take deep breaths. Oh god, he's in the mob. Why did he have to be in the mob? But the article said it was speculation. Nothing for sure. It's never been proven that he's in organized crime. It said in the article that he has a software company. So there.

I jumped when a knock came to the door. My father is asking for me again. I huffed but got up and made my way to his office.

I knocked on the door.

"Enter." I walked in.

"Yes father," I asked when he just sat there staring at me.

He stood up and walked past me to the door. When he turned the lock I was confused.  He came to me and put both of his hands on my shoulders.

"You have grown right before my eyes."

I squirmed under his stare.

"Did you like the information that I got for you."

"Yes father."

"You like your bedroom and all the teachers that I hired since you can't leave the house and go to school like a normal girl, right."

"Yes father."

"I would even go so far as to say you owe me."

My eyebrows bunched as he said that  and I tried to understand his meaning.

"What can I do father?"

"You can bend over." He said this then kissed me. I jerked back as soon as his lips touched mine.

"Father! What-" I didn't get a chance to finish. He backhanded me. My body turned. I landed on the desk. He grabbed the back of my neck and held me down.

"Father, please! What are you doing?"

"Getting some reparations, you little bitch. You think you can flounce and bounce your ass around here and nothing happens."

"Father please!"

He tightened his hand around my neck and started working on the buttons on my jeans.

I closed my eyes and tried to block the whole thing from my mind.

Minutes later.

I walked from my father's office with tears in my eyes and a limp. I fixed my clothes because he said that if I ever told anyone he would kill me. I winced as I made it to the stairs and started the climb. It was slow because of the pain down there.

When I made it to my room I threw myself on my bed and cried. But I got up once I felt something leaking out. I made my way to the bathroom and took a shower. I sat at the bottom of the shower and cried. After I had a long cry I thought about my plan of action. I need to get out of here. But my father knows I can't go anywhere. It would physically kill me. Leaving the house caused me to panic and become light headed.

That's how I know Dominique is my soulmate. Because the one day that I decided to leave the house I met him. Now if I could just find him. I picked myself up off the shower floor with new determination. I know someone who's bigger and badder than my father.  He will protect me. I just have to find him and make him fall in love with me. But I'm sixteen. What kind of man will fall in love with a sixteen year old. Dominique looks like he likes older women. He's in every photo with a woman his age.

I just have to bide my time and make sure to stay out of my father's sight. How could he do this to me? I'm his child. His only child. If I report him I know he will get out of it. All rich men do. I've heard conversations at dinner about how one of my dad's rich friends had gotten out of punishment because of a certain lawyer or how much money they paid the judge. They laugh about how they have messed up a poor woman's life. Like their maid or their maid's daughter. It's all so sick and I never thought it would happen in my house.

I fall asleep thinking about how I'm going to get out of here. My mind is spinning and spinning. My sleep was full of dreams of my father and what he did to me.

I woke up and ran to the bathroom and threw up. I laid on the floor and rocked back and forth humming to myself.

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