Destined For The Mafia (18+) (3 of 3)

Chapter 17 - Loved

[Cat's POV]

I don't know how long I've been here now.

It's hard to judge time passing when there is no sunlight... or really light at all. The few moments of light I get I almost come to worship, but they come at the cost of Tony's face and gloating.

It's cold. It's fucking freezing.

Yesterday, or what I can assume is yesterday since I slept after, I thought I might actually die. It was so cold. The air was almost damp from the chill. I could feel it in my bones. Nobody came in at all with food or otherwise. I wished for it all to end for just a second.

But then I remembered why I was here.

Who I was here in place of.

And that got me to today.

The sound of the door opening forces my eyes open. I blink rapidly and flinch back at the sudden light turning on above me.

I look around the room.

He has never turned all the lights on before. Just one or two. Enough to see him.

I was right... if that means anything now. I'm in a warehouse looking garage. Big doors line the walls for transport sized trucks.

But I know all of Tony's locations. Even more than I think Enzo has access to knowing. None of his properties have this except one.

His family home.

They used to own a trucking company. I heard it was out of their personal property.

And for some reason, this small glimpse of knowledge gives me enough strength to sit up straighter and face today's conversation with the devil himself.

Tony sits in the chair opposite me, a few feet away. He looks me up and down, curling his lip up slightly. He doesn't like me dirty and torn, it seems. He liked when I was all done up for him at the club. Now I can only imagine the beast he is looking at or even smelling. I'm so used to the smell now, it doesn't register.

"Hungry?" He asks, meeting my eyes.

It takes everything left in me to not spit in his face.

"Yes," I answer through my teeth, afraid if I lie to spite him I might have to miss another meal.

His fingers flick up in the air and the door opens. A big man walks in with a plate of food. I haven't seen him before. He doesn't make eye contact with me. He stares forward, past my face, almost like he can't stand to look right at the mess he is about to feed.

"If you attack him," Tony says as I watch the plate of food get closer, "I will leave you for another couple days."

Another? How long has it been?

I nod and open my mouth for the fork of food coming my way. The man gently places it between my lips and I try to act as neutral as possible. I don't want to get the rest taken away. I need this food. I need to survive. I need to go home to my baby.

After the last piece of food, the man walks out of the room without another glance. The door slams shut behind him in the distance.

Tony clears his throat. I turn my head back to him.

Here we go.

"Your husband is surprising me, Caterina."

My eyebrows rise. "How so?"

He smirks. "Either he loves you too much to risk you or he doesn't care as much as I thought he did. He hasn't done a single thing since you came here."