The Mob Boss and His Prisoner

Not Again

My birthday arrived and I was out to dinner with dad and Ren having a fun time. I didn't have anything to drink since I'll have some at the club. We enjoy our dinner before we leave so I kiss dad on the cheek goodbye. I put the club's name into my map app and headed out. I kept a long jacket on as my dress was very form-fitting and short only going mid-thigh. I had make-up and my contacts in as well just so they don't think it's strange it changed.

I kept following the blue line turning right down an alleyway after checking no one was there. I breathed a sigh of relief no one was there. 

"Turn left right up ahead." I chuckle and make the turn walking when I look up.

'You fucking kidding me again,' I think as I see a very similar scene when I was 18. All their heads snap to me and my eyes travel down seeing 3 people on the ground. 'A-are they dead?' I thought to myself as I slowly took a step back.

"Look what the cat dragged in." One of them said, "Grab her quickly." I keep walking back when I feel I bump into something better yet someone.

I feel arms wrap around my body and hold me tight. I thought my ribs were gonna break, he was holding me so tight. I struggle to try to get free not wanting to go through hell again. He removed one arm and held a rag to my face.

'NO, PLEASE ANYONE HELP ME,' I felt my vision go and I black out.

I don't know how long I was out but I woke up in a pitch-black room. I tried to get my good eye to adjust but nothing worked. It was too dark to see anything. It didn't help that my eyes were stinging because of my contacts. I went to move because I was tied to a metal chair and my mouth was gagged. I heard a door open and a light was turned on. I closed my eyes as it stung going from complete darkness to a bright room. I blink trying to get my vision back.

"Oh, our new plaything is finally awake." One of them said getting closer. I struggled to see but he got closer and grabbed my face making me look at him. He had rather thick ginger hair from what I can tell. "You're gonna learn a lesson walking in on The Undertakers gang while we work sweetheart."

'The Undertaker, who the fuck is that?' I thought to myself before he landed a hard punch to my gut. I lean forward just because of the impact of it but look up, shaking and I glare at him. 'Weak ass fucking punch, I've had worse.' I think.

"Wow, girly can take a swing, but I bet not for long. We'll keep you alive till Boss comes back but for now, let's teach you a lesson on manners." He cracks his knuckles.

They all took turns landing punches from my face to my body, I struggled to stay awake as I was in so much pain. But I soon slip into the darkness letting it take me after what I think was 30 minutes of them beating me up. I woke up sometime later to find my coat was unzipped.

"Well hello, Miss Ames or should we call you The Siren? Bet daddy will pay a good amount of money to get you back. Or maybe we can run him out of the city. He's been a pain to deal with for our boss." Some guy with a lot of neck tattoos said smiling.

'What does my father have to do with this?' I think as one guy gets closer.

"Damn never seen someone's eyes go this bloodshot just from a few punches." He grabbed my face and it stung with pain.

"'Cause of my damn contacts numbnuts," I say but it was all muffled because of the gross rag in my mouth.

"What was that? Can't hear you 'cause well you have this in your mouth," He said pulling the rag out.

"It's because I have contacts in and they are burning my eyes," I finally got out. "Please take them out. I already have shit vision as it is, I don't need it to get worse."

"You have bad sight?" One guy said rather shocked.

"Yeah, I'm nearly blind in my right eye, caused by an injury when I was 13. Please, it's becoming unbearable and feels like my eyes are on fire." I begged as I couldn't stop blinking.

"I wear contacts so I'll get them," One walked over and gently lifted my head. One hand holds my eyes open as the other takes them out. "I have eye drops that should help with the pain," He said before running off.

"WHY ARE YOU HELPING HER? She's literally the enemy's daughter." The one that pulled the rag from my mouth said.

"Maybe she isn't a part of this. We checked her body, not a single tattoo to mark her in his gang," Someone else spoke.

I went pale hearing they checked my body. I didn't like anyone seeing my back scars. I hear him run back in and lift my head putting eye drops into my eyes. The pain started to go away.

"Thank you, it feels better already," I say 'Gang what are they going on about?' I think and the guy shoved the rag in my mouth again.