The Mafia Boss (Book 1)

Chapter 15: Freedom

Undo-Sanna Nielsen

"I'm getting up." I say. I escape the warmth of the bed. His warmth.

"Going back to your room?" Luciano asks. I nod, "Yeah. I'm going to get ready." 

"We're going out for breakfast, in an hour." Luciano says, "Then I'm going to work and you aren't coming with me. You are going out with Adriana." 

"Why?" I ask. His job is dangerous, too dangerous for me.

"It's not something I want to put you in." Luciano responds. "I do care about you. I don't want to be sitting next to your hospital because you got shot. I don't want to risk losing you."

He shouldn't care about me. I can take care of myself. I have for over nine years. I prefer being alone, But it seems it will no longer stay that way. 

"I'm going to give you something that I need you to carry around for me." Luciano says. He gets out of bed and walks to his dresser drawers. 

He opens the bottom one and pulls something out. "I know how much these scare you, but I need you to carry one around so you can use it for protection." 

Luciano turns around, holding a gun.

I look at it. He won't shoot.

I'm fine. I'm fine. 

I can hear the gunshots again. Those screams as 4 people were shot and killed in a gang fight right on our stream. Fires were started and guns were shot and people almost died.

I wave the thoughts away, but they continue to demand entrance. 

"I don't want to carry that around." I say. "I don't want to see it at all." 

He sighs, "I know, I know. But you need to have it just in case anything happens to you, Okay? Can you do this for me?"

"I....I don't know." I say.... taking a step back. I'm not to bed scared of it. "Are you sure that I have to keep it?"
"I have a strap and everything. You just keep it on your thigh. I will teach you how to shoot it, it's just something you need to do." Luciano responds. "If you really don't want to do it, I'll get you a taser or some other weapon."

"I....." I look at him. Directly into his eyes, then I look down. "Sure....I guess. I just don't want to have to shoot it unless I absolutely need to."

"You won't." Luciano says. "But I hope you won't have to have a bodyguard at your side 24/7, all day every day, and every hour, minute, and second of the day."

"Please don't do that to me." I say. I shouldn't even be here right now. Father, it was father. But somehow, Luciano saved me. In a way.

I would rather have my freedom but I never got that with Father.

But now I have a life of danger and fear. I have to be his wife and possibly have his children one day. 

"I wouldn't." Luciano responds. "I don't want you to be unhappy." I've always been unhappy, now I don't really have any feelings. 

"Where is the strap?" I ask. "And how do you put it on?"

"One second." Luciano turns back to his drawer and holds out three straps with a clip and gun holster.

One is Pink, Green, or black. The black one would blend in better.

"Black." I say. He nods, "Can I?" Looking down at my thigh. 

"Yes." I say. "You may." He crouches, wrapping the strap around my thigh. He grabs the gun and I look away as he puts it in it's place. 

Luciano stands up and looks at me. 

"About yesterday...." Luciano says. But I quickly shut him up. I don't want to hear that he is sorry. I know that I'm not. I liked it.

Utterly disgusting.

I shut myself up. "I'm going to my room, thanks for the gun." I say. It's still strapped to my thigh. I don't want it here anymore. 

"Kiara." Luciano says. I turn to walk out of the room but he grabs my arm, swinging my around and smashing his lips to mine.

My eyes go wide, but then I close them. My hands make their way to his hair. Soft and smooth. His tongue demands entrance into my mouth and I allow.

"Kiara." He moans. "Kiara." I press myself up against him. 

He lifts me up into his arms, going deeper and more passionately. I can't think about hating him, I don't. I can't.

Then there's a knock on the front door.

"Are you going to-" I'm about to ask him.

"Fuck no." He responds, deepening the kiss. More than a kiss. So much more. It sets my heart on fire. 

There's a louder knock this time. He groans, setting me back down on my feet. "I'll get it, stay here." 

Luciano walks to the front door and I stay in the bedroom, trying to listen. There's a long conversation going. But then the door shuts and Luciano walks back to the room.

"I have to go." Luciano says. "I have to go now." 

"What's going on?" I demand. "Tell me, please!" I grab onto his arm but he pulls away. 

"Stay here, please. I'll have Adriana come over; promise me you won't leave the apartment." Luciano's eyes are full of seriousness. No reminder of what was happening before he opened the door.

"Tell me." I say. "Don't leave me out of this, please!" But he's already out of the door. I follow his as he walks to the front door.

"Don't lock me in here!" I scream, He gives me sorry look as he shuts the apartment door and locks me inside. I bang on the door, "Let me out! Let me out!"

I fall against the door, putting my head on my knees. I'm in that dark room again, that basement. I can still feel it. The dirty concrete floor, the spiderwebs, the concrete wall.

He's not keeping me as a person, with feelings and thoughts.

He's keeping me as a possession, so I can always stay nice and kind and lovely for him. I will never be free.

Now I understand what my father wanted.

Now I understand what I will never get.

Freedom. 

I will never get my freedom.