The Mob Boss and His Prisoner

Finally Food

I just lay there looking at the ceiling. Guess the pills kicked in as I fell asleep not even realizing it. I was out for a while I think when I just faintly heard people talking in the room.

'Just leave me to sleep,' I think as I was too groggy and tired to move or even open my eyes.

My nose is filled with the smell of hot food but the next thing I feel is a hard kick to the side of my ribs. I grab my side with my good arm and roll over in pain screaming.

"What the fuck dude, why did you do that? You know Boss is gonna be pissed with you," Someone asked.

"Yeah I'd like to know that too Tony, so tell us Ben why did you just kick her?" Their boss's voice filled the room and he was clearly pissed. I guess Ben could do nothing but stutter as their boss took steps closer to them.

"Give me that and you two get the fuck out, oh and Ben meet me in my office later." He said and they ran for it, I feel him place his hands on me to roll me onto my back. "Let me take a look and then you can eat, now let me see."

"J-just leave me alone or just kill me already," I panted trying to breathe but every breath stings like hell.

"Why would I kill you?" He said and I felt him move my hand from the spot the guy kicked me. He placed his hand there and it felt really warm through my dress.

"If what they say is true and my father is a part of the mafia, why keep me alive? I know nothing about that life or that he was even a part of it. I'm just his daughter and a performer at his casino. That is it, I swear and me with a tattoo, HA, yeah right, dad would kill me if I fucked my body any more than it already is. No tattoos, No piercings and I'm not even allowed to dye my own hair," I look to the ceiling as I speak.

"Alright, are you able to sit up on your own?" He asked and I shook my head no. "Ok let me help you up," He reaches under my arms.

"STOP TOUCHING ME, you're making the pain worse. I'll get up at my own pace, just don't touch me." I hit his hands as the pain of him lifting me under my bad shoulder was hurting a lot.

He let go instantly so I took a deep breath in and used my good arm to push myself up. When I was up enough I placed my hand on the wall behind me fast to balance myself before wiggling back. I rested my back on the cold concrete wall and oh did that feel good on my sore body.

I sit there for a moment just to breathe and rest. I opened my eyes to look at him and he was sitting on the bed. My vision is still blurry but better I can make out he had a thick full beard going on and rather long hair. I see him hold something to me. I could smell the food.

'Is he really trying to feed me right now? A feared mafia leader was feeding his prisoner.'

"Come on, you need to eat something," He said.

"I can feed myself," I take the utensil from his hand and put the food in my mouth.

I leave the fork in my mouth and reach over for the plate, taking it from him. I placed it on my lap and slowly started eating. I was happy it's still hot and really good.