bullets and bouquets

5

"We are looking for a young woman, named Isla Rhodes. She's five foot two, has brown hair and blue eyes. She's an exchange student from the United States and has been in the country for less than a week. Please call the number below with any information, all tips are greatly appreciated," Sadie watches her TV and becomes angry.

"Denmar!" she yells. Her right-hand man comes to her side.

"Yes Ma'am?"

"Who was sent to retrieve her? She's all over the news!" the redhead exclaims

"Giorgi, Redding, Franke, and Stantz," he lists off.

"Get rid of them. Now!" she orders.

"Yes Ma'am," he answers. She huffs, turning off the TV and going to the room where Isla is being held. It's in the basement of her mansion.

"Good morning," the redhead walks in. Isla lays on the bed, not under the covers, just staring at the ceiling, "how did you sleep?"

"Like shit," the girl answers monotonously, "Can I please leave?"

"No," the redhead frowns.

"Come on! What do you want from me?" the girl pauses, "Do you want me to fuck you? I'll do it once but I can't stay here!"

Sadie sighs, "You don't have a choice."

"The police will find me!" Isla angrily says.

The redhead begins to laugh, "no they won't."

"Yes, they will! I bet Gianna already called them and they're gonna find me!" she exclaims.

"Gianna? Is this a lover?"

"No, what? That's my roommate, the one I'm supposed to be staying with! I'm not gay!" she insists

"But you just offered to have sex with me moments ago?" the redhead smirks

"I'll do whatever it takes to get out of here," the girl pleads

"You're not getting out of here..." the redhead says. The two pause, not saying anything, "I'm gonna have them make you breakfast. It will be here soon."

"Them?"

"My servants?"

"There are servants in gangs?" Isla questions. The door opens.

"This is no gang, sweetheart. This is the mafia," the door shuts behind her and Isla's jaw drops. She realizes she's been taken by one of the biggest gangs in Sicily.

***

The door opens and a man enters. Isla sits up on the bed, tense.

"How do you like your eggs?"

"What?"

"Your eggs? Scrambled or fried?" he asks.

"I don't want fucking eggs! I want to leave!" she groans. The man stands there.

".... how about a crepe?"

"No, I don't want fucking food! And you can tell your fucking boss that!" Isla gets angry and throws a pillow at the man who dodges it.

"As you wish," he says before leaving. The metal door slams again and Isla screams. She turns around and begins to punch the bed in an angry rage.

She continues to throw a fit, not noticing that Sadie has entered.

"Are you done?" she asks with her hands on her hips. Isla jumps and turns, seeing the redhead in her 'work' attire.

"Let... me... go," Isla seethes. Sadie sighs.