My Mafia Man

2. This Is Not My Room ✔

A/N: Picture of Antony

This chapter is edited.

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I groan at the light and turn around in my bed. Ugh, I have a terrible headache and every part of my body hurts. Like a lot. I feel like I was someone's boxing bag last night, and that someone had a lot of anger to let out on the boxing bag.

I pull the pillow over my face and sigh. I had an awful dream last night. Who the hell does dream about seeing a murder and then getting kidnapped? No one, except me, I bet. I blame it on the lack of sleep in the last week, thanks to my next door neighbor who kept listening to some stupid loud music.

I sigh and lie on my back as I slowly put the pillow away and blink my eyes open. I frown in confusion. My ceiling isn't just a bunch of bricks. As I stare up, I come to conclusion that my bed is a lot more comfortable than the one I am on right now and that I am not lying on my soft pillow.

I take a few deep breaths before sitting up and looking around the room. There is nothing else in the room beside the bed I am on. And the bed is not really a bed, it's just a big cot with a pillow and a blanket.

Oh my god, my nightmare was not just the nightmare? What should I do? There is nothing that I can use for my defense in here and I doubt anyone would come to my help if I screamed. This place looks deserted.

Okay, deep breaths Alexis, deep breaths, so you can calm down. The guy that seemed in charged said they won't sell you, so that's a good thing right? Well not really, if I consider the fact he wanted to kill me a few moments later.

Why am I alive then? Wouldn't it be easier for them to kill me then to drag me here and keep me a captive? What are they going to do with me? I hope nothing bad. They won't kill me, I hope, at least not just yet which is good, I think. So what else can be there?

W-will they use me as a toy for them? No no no, he said that no one would want me, so that means he nor his friends will touch me, right? I really hope so.

So what else could they do? Let me go? Maybe that would work. I could promise not to tell anyone and have one of them check on me from time to time for them to make sure I didn't do anything against our deal, right?

I bite my lip and push the covers off of me before standing up, using the cot to support myself as I am still a bit dizzy. I blush as I remember what happened last night. I fainted like some blonde bimbo in front of those scary men just because I saw some blood. Great, I couldn't have like I don't know, do something else?

When I got my body under control I take a step towards the doors on the other side of the room, only to hear something hit against the floor. That something is metal, well a metal chain around my ankle. Did they thought I would run away?

I walk towards the doors, but I don't reach them, there is still almost a meter to the doors and i can't reach them.

I sigh and walk back to the "bed" and sit down onto it. I put my leg onto my lap and try to get the chain off, but I would need a key for that which I sadly don't have.