Taken by the Mafia

Chapter 3 - Master Or No?

Lily

i like this apartment. it's very cozy. very unlike my house. 

Mary brought me late-dinner last night and immediately afterwards, i fell asleep. i woke this morning and right now, i'm having breakfast with Thomas. i wasn't very hungry but he practically growled at me to eat.

so here i am.

he is sitting opposite to me at the dining table, continuously looking at his phone. reading something? a newspaper and a magazine also lies on the table before him as he eats. every now and then, he types something. he doesn't talk to me. i don't talk either. 

i quietly eat my breakfast, gulping down everything. it tastes good. when he's done, he gets up and sparing a single glance for me, leaves. 

 it's been four hours. i am alone in the house. and he still hasn't returned. i am left with my thoughts. 

at least i'm not at the hellhole that's my house anymore. but i also don't know where i am. is this another hellhole? 

Thomas is dangerous. he is my father's boss. and if he can take anything from my father, i cannot fathom the bad side of him. of that i am sure. 

if he has taken me, i know he owns me. and i know what's it like to be a thing of the mafia.