Mafia love

Chapter 3

I feel a soft touch beneath me when I realise that I have been placed in a bed. A luxurious one at that. I sniffle and wipe my tears on my hand. "Who are you?" I question. "Ezra Coppola, head of the Italian mafia." I gasp in shock and fear, "am I in danger?" He sighs, "far from it tesoro, you are going to be my wife."

I try to apprehend what has just come out of this strangers mouth. My lips part in confusion. "It was part of the deal." Ezra says, pointing to the ring box on the nightstand. Couldn't he have chosen a prettier girl? Someone that knew how to dress and someone that actually wanted to get married. I shake my head in denial.

"There's a bathroom over there, freshen up if you want. I'll be back later, and when I come back I expect to see that ring on your finger." He says with a smirk on his face. "I don't have anything because you kind of snatched me in broad daylight." I state as he stopped in the doorway.

He walks further in the room opening a massive walk in closet. "Help yourself, you are after all going to be my wife." He states with no emotion on his face before heading out of the room.

I sigh in disbelief of everything that has just happened. I take a long shower before heading into the large closet and pulling out a T-shirt. I slide my underwear that I had on before because I didn't want to be commando in a strangers house. I walk over to the nightstand and put the ring on my finger. Much to my surprise it fits perfectly.

I lay in the bed that smelt like him, wondering what was happening with my life. I couldn't escape. He was the fucking head of the Italian mafia. Surely I would be found. Plus I had nowhere else to go so I just had to get on with it. He has showed no signs that he wants to hurt me, so that has to be a positive. Before long I have nodded off into a deep sleep.