The Kidnapping Mafia Leader

Chapter 1

I wake up in a dark and cold room. I look around and see a source of light coming from a long darkened hallway. I notice that I'm in a prison like cell. I try to get up, but my feet fail to hold all my weight.

I try to think of the last recurring memory, it might explain how I got here, but I can't remember anything.
"What the hell happened? Why can't I remember anything?" I say out loud.

Suddenly, i hear a loud noise coming from the long hallway. I look up curious of this noise and I see a door opening, light trying to seep through the dark hallway. Then a tall, muscular man appears through the door way and walks up to me.

"I see you're finally awake." The man begins to speak.

His voice is so deep and smooth.

I can fall asleep by just listening to him talk.

"What am I doing here? What happened? Who are you!" I yell to him.

"Calm down, one question at a time. You really don't remember what happened?" He says questions me.

"Well if I did I wouldn't be asking you now would i?" I reply rudely.

"I wouldn't talk to me like that if I were you." He says, thinking I'll be threatened by him.

"Why should I listen to you! You're probably a perverted man for all I know. locking young and beautiful girls in your basement." I yell at him.

"Well that's not true, because you're not beautiful." He says without a thought.

"Hey! Yes I am. You're so mean." I yell out.

He laughs out and says. "I'm just kidding, You are very beautiful and I am not a pervert who locks girls in my basement." He says with a smile.

"Yeah sure, but I'm still going to talk to you how ever I want. I don't care what you say or do, I'm not afraid of you, one bit. " I say proudly with confidence.

"No, no, it's fine, I'm just the leader of the Italian mafia, no big deal." He declares shrugging.

"Wait! You're the leader of a mafia?!" I ask him sarcastically, not believing a word that's coming out of his mouth.

"Isn't that what I just said. You got to listen more when I'm talking to you sweet cheeks." He begins to call me.

"Oh yeah I heard you, I just don't believe you and dont call me that. It makes you sound like a pervert, weirdo!" I yell out.

"You don't believe me? Well that's fine, you'll believe me soon enough." He says.

'What does that mean? Is he threatening me?' I think to myself.

"That still doesn't explain how I got here. Tell me right now or I'll-!" I say but he interrupts me.

"Fine! I'll tell you what happened, you believe me or not, it doesn't matter, just know it's the truth. Last night i was in an alleyway, killing someone for trying to rat on me to the cops. Then one of my men came up to me, grasping on to you, he had informed me that you were sneaking around and listening into our business. He had found you hiding behind a bin, watching us curiously. I thought you were perhaps a spy, so I ordered him to bring you in to question you. You were also god awfully gorgeous, so I made sure my men took great care of you. Now that I'm finally able to speak to you face to face, and you don't remember what happened. I'm thinking you aren't a spy after all.

"Well if you really want to know, I'm not a spy by the way."

"Yes so I see now."

"So can I leave now?"

"Hmm, let me think about that." He says with a thinking face. "Maybe not, I still can't be certain you won't go to the cops and tell them about everything. I don't want you to give them a description of what I look like. If people knew what I looked like, it would be a disaster for me, and everyone else in my mafia." He explained.

"You have a point, but I wouldn't tell anyone, I swear! Just let me go and we can forget about all of this and pretend it never happened." I said, trying to convince him to let me go.

As he took a step towards me, I was able to see his face from the little of lighting in the cell like room. he had dark brown hair, light blue ocean eyes with a sharp jawline that could cut thought anything. Wow, he's like an angel.

"Sorry, but I can't let you go." He says.

He shoves his hand in his pocket and pulls out a set of keys. He unlocks the door and walks into the sell. He walks close till he's  right in front of me, hovering over my cold frail body. He bends down to my level and his hand cubs my chin and pulls our faces closer, so close I can feel his breath on my cheek.

"Instead of rotting in this sell. Why don't you become my wife? You are gorgeous after all." I blush at his complement

"Ill never marry a man like you!" I said and looked away.

"So it's a no? Well if you would become my wife, you would have all the protection in the world, plus you can be free to do whatever you would like." He declared so serious, so certain.

"It's still a no." I say looking away and he lets go of my chin.

"Well I'm not taking no for an answer." Next thing I knew all I seen was black.

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