The Mafia's Pet

Chapter 3

Vanessa

My eyes flutter open and I see my captor's face peering back at me. I'm still wearing my pajamas from yesterday when he snatched me from my bed. I breathe a sigh of relief. That means he didn't drug and violate me last night.

When I signed that contract last night, it was implied several times that he can just take what he wants, so I was afraid he would act on that last night.

He appears to be deeply asleep, warm air blowing against my face with his every soft exhale.

This is my chance to escape.

I wonder if there's a way I can get out of here without him waking. From what I saw, he only has a few bodyguards. I just have to find Alicia in this huge ass house, and we can escape.

I know if I make any noise, I'm fucked, so I carefully roll over onto my other side, my heart pounding like a drum. The movement causes the bed to dip, and I freeze, silently praying it hasn't woken him up as I peer over my shoulder.

Good, he's still asleep.

I attempt to move again, but the bed protests with an even louder groan.

Fuckkkkk!

Panic grips me, but he remains undisturbed. With a surge of determination, I fling myself off the bed. Probably not the brightest idea because it's dead silent in here, but if he wakes up, I'll just play it off like I fell.

Who the hell sleeps like this? I'm used to having the TV and fan on, but it's so quiet here, I can hear my own fucking heartbeat. It's like a clear indication he's a psychopath!

I grab Mom's urn off the dresser and tiptoe backwards, studying his face for any indication that he might wake. With my heart thrashing against my ribcage, I attempt to at least keep my breathing steady.

Once I finally feel the door against my back, I hold my breath as I reach behind me and twist the doorknob, relief flooding through me as it turns smoothly.

Widening the door enough that I can slip through, I dart down the hallway, my footsteps silent against the plush carpet. I round the corner, relieved to find no guards in sight.

The stairs loom ahead of me. All I have to do is go down them and run out the front door. Maybe I can get far enough away that I can hide until they stop looking for me. But I can't leave without Alicia. I can't just leave her to fend for herself. Who knows what those disgusting men will do to her.

But how am I going to find her in this mansion? There are, like, a gazillion rooms and who knows who or what is behind these doors!

All of a sudden, I hear a giggle from downstairs. It sounds like my sister's, but that can't be right. I dart down the stairs and find Alicia sitting at a table eating, surrounded by three of our kidnappers. An elderly Hispanic woman is cooking on the stove, engaged in conversation with one of the men in Spanish.

Alicia looks unharmed, besides the flirtatious giggling. I think the trauma of last night may have broken her brain because why the fuck is she laughing and chatting with our kidnappers?

"Alicia," I gasp, grabbing the attention of the room. Here I am trying to get us out of here, and she's having the time of her life.

She smiles and waves me over. "Hey, Nessa, I was just talking about you."

I notice she's wearing a different outfit, satin shorts and a top that leaves little to the imagination. Did they force her to wear that?

"What the hell is going on?" I demand, marching over to her. "Why are you doing? Are you forgetting you're in a room full of men who threatened to kill us and pimp us out last night!"