My legs are aching. My whole body is aching. I want to go home. It's 9:00 in the evening. They're still up partying. After he tried to"rape" me, he beat me and I guess I fell asleep. The music is really loud. I don't know how I fell asleep with that playing. My stomach growls. I haven't eaten since I left the house with Aufiero. I wonder where he is. He's probably not even looking for me. The bed I'm in creaks every time I move. It's old and rusty. My body is brusied up. I gently touch one. It stings. I wish Aufiero would come and save me. I'd rather be with him than this man. But, I know Aufiero would probably kill me. I'd rather die than be tortured like this though.
The door opens and in walks my kidnapper. He has a bag of Mcdonalds. "Eat"He says. The only thing in the bag is a half eaten cheeseburger and 5 fries. My stomach growls again. He exits the room. I only eat the fries. I can hear women screaming outside. There's a lot of loud talking and gunshots. Aufiero crosses my mind once again. I pull the covers over my head. I don't want to hear all of the noise. The door bursts open and someone snatches the cover off me.
Aufiero stands at the side of the bed frowning at me. He picks me up bridal style and carries me out the door. There are a couple dead bodies. A few of them are women. I close my eyes. The sunlight blinds me as we exit the house. He puts me in the passenger seat and he enters the driver's side.
"I should kill you for running from me"He says. "I won't though, I think you've had enough torture for one night". I bit the inside of my cheek. "How'd you know where to find me?"
"I told you I'll always find you. Plus, he told me he had you"He said. I didn't say anything. I just continued to stare out the window. Aufiero grabbed my hand making my heart skip beats. His face was now softened and it looked like he actually cared about something for once. "Are you okay?". I nodded slowly. We both knew that was a lie. I wasn't okay. Deep down, I was hurt and afraid. All I wanted to do was go home and take a shower.
Aufiero pulled into the driveway of an average house. "This is my house"He said.
The inside of the house was very cozy. It looks like his mom decorated it. He motioned for me to follow him. "This is where you'll be sleeping. It was my sister's room"He said. You could clearly tell this was a teenage girls room. Posters all over the walls. He sat my bag on the bed. "And don't try to escape again"
"Wait, I have one question". He cocked his head to the side. "What?"
"What is the real reason I can't go home?". He smirked. "You know more about this then you think. You're a real necessity to us". By us, I knew he meant him and the guys but I don't know how I'm a necessity.
-flashback-
"One day you'll understand all of this Noelle. One day you'll understand why daddy is being taken away. Just know I love you okay."
-flashback over-
It doesn't make any sense though. Why would he not tell me this? I plopped down on the bed and tool some clothes out. The shower was calling my name.
Aufiero was downstairs watching tv. He looked at me but didn't speak. "You're such a puttana"He said. I pursed my lips. "Gee thanks" He smiled. "You're such an asshole"I mumbled. "We have work to do tomorrow so go to bed"
I went back into "my" room and layed down. In a matter of 3 days, I'd been kidnapped twice and sexually assaulted. I just wanna go home.
Sunlight creeps in through the curtains. I get out of bed and make my way to the bathroom. Looking at myself in the mirror, I sighed. My body was covered in bruises. I washed my face and brushed my teeth. I looked so dull. Walking out the bathroom, I could smell food cooking. Aufiero was standing shirtless in the kitchen.....again.
My leg twitched. He made me so hot and bothered. I took a deep breath before walking closer to him. He looks at me and I almost loose my balance. His eyes were ash gray with specks of dark blue.
As he reached to turn off the stove his, his back muscles flexed. "Stop staring at me puttana"He said, his voice calm and collected. My eyes traveled to the wall. I know I'm not a whore but it still hurt. He handed me a plate with food and I went to the table. He sat across from me.
"Noelle, is it?" I nodded. He knows my name is Noelle, he's playing games. "Well, Noelle, you can stop looking at me because we're never gonna fuck"He said. I glared at him. "I don't wanna fuck you anyways, asshole"I scoffed. He laughed, "Lies". I continued to eat my food, ignoring his presence. He put his plate in the sink.
"Hurry up, we have places to be"
We arrived at the house where I was first taken. The one with all the security. He unlocked the door and all the men were sitting discussing "business".
"Fieroooo"Vaspicci called out. "You still haven't killed her?" He laughed. "Nah, ima fuck her first"He said. But...he said I had nothing to offer. This dude was seriously messed up in the brain. He took a seat next to one of the guys. Aufiero looked at me, "Okay, that's Vaspicci, Giovanni, Crespiano, Vitale, Finostadi, and Maso"He said. Maso was the one he was next to. "Is that all?"I asked. He nodded.
They continued to discuss their business. Once again, I began to admire Aufiero. He had a little stubble on his chin. I imagine the stubble rubbing up against my neck as w-
What? Get a grip, Noelle. He's a criminal. I admired some more of his features. He has a tattoo behind his ear. His jawline is defined so perfectly. He clenches it. I bit my lip to keep from saying something I'd regret. He was right. I do wanna have sex with him. I really want to have sex with him. I closed my eyes. "Shutup Noelle"I told myself.
Everyone looked at me. I said it out loud. Aufiero raised a brow but didn't speak. He has a tendency to do that. I began to listen to their conversation. "So we'll ship the kilos out tomorrow then"Vitale said. "And if the Peurto Ricans fuck it up, kill them"Aufiero said. Vaspicci smiled. "That's my boy. You're gonna do a good job with this"He said to Aufiero. I'm guessing Aufiero is gonna become the next leader.
"Also, kill any witnesses"He said glaring at Giovanni. "We don't need a repeat of last time and stop changing my radio station"
Giovanni smirked. "Yes sir boss". Sacarsm dripped from his lips. Vaspicci looked at me. "Ahhhh, fiorellini, we need the papers".
I sat up straight. "Uhhh, what papers?". He sighed, "Did you father even tell you?"
"Tell me what?". He sighed. "Useless puttana". I opened my mouth but immediately closed it back. Aufiero rested his hand on my thigh. My insides trembled. He smirked at me and removed his hand. "Told ya. You do wanna fuck me"He whispered in a husky voice. It's like I can still hear an echo in my ear. I pressed my lips into a thin line. "I don't" I whispered back. He put his hand back on my thigh making me flinch. He drew circles with his fingertips. My voice was caught in my throat. His eyes, glued to mine as he continued to touch my thigh. I was soaked and he knew it.
I looked away from him and he stopped; I honestly didn't want him to. I could imagine him touching me with those fingers all night. As if he read my mind, he caressed my thigh. The softness of his hand felt surprisingly pleasant. His hand was warm too. He was now talking to the guys but he didn't stop touching me. I slightly pushed his hand away. I cant be attracted to him. He's a criminal.
"Come on, we're gonna go get lunch"He said. Lunch? I hadn't even realize we'd been here for hours. We said our goodbyes and got in the car.
Civerinos. I've never been here but I pass by it all the time. We take a seat next to the window. He sits across from me again. We both order lasagna. It was the only thing other than spaghetti that I was familiar with on the menu. "Can you tell me what my dad has to do with this?"
He sighs and rubs his chin. "Your dad was apart of this before we were. Your dad and Vaspicci's dad were good friends. When your dad went away, he told Vaspicci's dad about a place with a bunch of papers about things we need to know. But, our rivals know about these papers too and if they find them before we do, we all die. Including you and your family. We thought you would've known about this but apparently not. And we can't ask your dad"
"No shit"I seethed. Of course he can't ask my dad because my dad is dead.
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