"So how did you get kidnapped by my men?" He asked.
"I was on my way to um... some nightclub, I don't remember what it's called for a birthday party. My damn map app told me to go down an alleyway for a shortcut. So I did that turned into the first one then the next turn seeing your guys standing over I think 3 bodies. Whether they were alive or dead I have no clue and yeah I get knocked out waking up here tied to a chair. And you kinda know the rest of it." I shove more food into my mouth.
"So you really have no ties to the mafia your father runs at all?" He said in a very questioning tone.
"NO, I don't I just found out about it here when one of your men said it. The only "Ties" I have is being his adopted daughter, that's it I swear. The only reason he even took me in is 'cause I look like his dead daughter." I take a strip of bacon and start to eat it. "But apparently I am so unlucky I get kidnapped by them so much."
"Wait what, this isn't the first time you've been kidnapped?" He seems very shocked by that.
"Yeah, I was 18. It was the first time by some guy named Almar, he also knew my father as well. Stuck with him for 2 weeks as his little guinea pig and they injected me with who knows what sh*t. Rather similar, I was out camping with my ex-boyfriend and ex-best friends when we got separated and went down the alley to go to the store and there they were."
"HAHA, you do have the worst luck ever," He burst out laughing.
"Nice to see you find my pain and suffering funny, you are definitely a mob boss." I roll my eyes and eat some more.
He just kept laughing as I sat there eating my food. I try to ignore him but I feel his eyes on me. I am hoping my dress isn't too badly ripped. I feel the bed shift a little and I look over and he's now laying down.
'The f*ck is he doing or what is he going to do? If he touches me he's so f*cking dead.'
I finish the plate of food and place it and the fork on the ground before leaning back on the wall rubbing my full belly. I place my head on the wall looking up to the ceiling.
"I have a question for you, do you recognize me at all?" He said.
"No f*cking clue my vision right now is rather sh*t but slowly getting better. Unless you are a few inches from my face I can only make out like burry silhouettes right now." I wrapped my good arm around my body as I was getting cold. I grab the blanket pulling it but him laying on it and doesn't let it move.
'Man what would I do for a hot shower right now.' I think as I feel the bed shift, 'He better not be doing what I think he'd be doing.' And yupe next thing I see is his face a mere few inches away from mine.
"How about now can you see me?" He grinned as I looked into his eyes a beautiful blue.
I nod yes, unable to speak. He was so close I could feel his hot breath on my face. I look at his face to see if I remember him. But all I focused on were his eyes. I've never seen someone with blue eyes like that before.
"I don't think I have at all, not to my memory or I'm forgetting from the two weeks of beatings. But I really don't think I know you." I was a little shaky as he was so close. He soon leaned in closer, placing his forehead on mine and looked into my eyes. 'Why are you doing this? Is this a new form of torture the mafia does now?'
"Alright and for now get some rest you need it, Goodnight." He said pulling away and getting up and walking to the door. "I am sorry again for my men, I do mean that but I guess you think I'm lying to ya." He said before closing the door.
'Hell yeah I think you're a liar you're the mafia that is mainly all you guys do, lived with them for 13 years of my life so yeah I know you're lying.'
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The Mob Boss and His Prisoner
Fantasy[On going] Follow the life of Skylar and her journey to find where she belongs in this crazy world she calls life. Running away from home and getting bullied and harassed are just a few things she has to deal with in her life. But life seems to take...
