Sold to the mafia

Three

We step inside an office, a dated Latin style interior throughout. "You're late." A voice fills the room. I nervously glance around until my eyes land on a man sat on the couch with his legs crossed and his arms extended on the back of the couch.

This must be Capo. The man beside me brings me further into the room. "Christian you can leave." Capo voices, flicking him away with his hand. Despite not knowing either of these men, the absence of the man who brought me here makes me feel even more so vulnerable.

I soon hear the door closing, leaving Capo and I in silence, deathening silence. I watch him take a sip from his coffee, placing it back down on the wooden table in front of him and then pushing himself to his feet. "Who is to blame for wasting my time?" He questions with his head hung down , watching his feet kick towards me. All the whilst I'm stood nearly having a damn heart attack, I want to crawl into a hole. Capo stands before me, his sharp cologne swarming me. "Christian?" He interrogates his strong accent. "Or you?" Capo finally lifts his head, his grey eyes meeting mine and piercing through me.

I swallow, my hands fidgeting with my cardigan. I don't know who is to blame but I don't want to blame Christian just in case he gets into trouble then comes for me, nor do I want to blame myself because I equally don't want to face any consequences. "I don't know" I reply quietly, fluttering my eyes away from his and to the floor. "He wanted me to change my clothes."

"Too incapable to do that on your accord, yes?" Capo pokes and I shake my head, looking back up to him.

I clear my throat lightly, attempting to stop myself from stuttering but I think It's past the point of being able to help it. "I didn't realise there was clothes in the wardrobe" I tell him whilst I watch his eyes fall over my face then down my dress, analysing me.

"I see.". He hums. This man makes me feel stupid, somewhat belittling. "Didn't think to look?" He pokes again as I shake my head. I didn't think this could be such an issue. It was a mistake. "I don't deserve the basic respect of you presenting yourself well to me, no?" Capo tilts his head at me and hardens his eyes.

"It was a mistake, I promise." I assure him whilst he tuts at me. It has nothing to do with respect, it's the simple fact of I didn't think that my kidnappers would provide clothes for me?

Soon enough I feel a hand firmly grip my jaw and he pulls my head up to look at him, out of panic I grab his arm. "Did I say you could touch?" He questions whilst his free hand gets ahold of mine and throws it down. "Mistakes don't happen, your mistakes get you killed. You understand?" He tells me as I nod my head, however his hand continues to apply pressure to my jaw, soon becoming painful.

"I'm sorry." I apologise, wincing from the pain.

I watch Capo's jaw grit as he watches me fidget in his hold, clearly noticing my discomfort from his hold but continues to do so. "I don't care for apologies. I want action. Do as your told and no mistakes, yes?" He says, raising his brow as I nod. "Speak." Capo demands as he tightens his hand against me whilst a small noise escapes my throat to his pain.

"Y-yes, no mistakes." I quickly submit to his desires. He scares me more than my father did and that says something. I think the unknown of what he's capable of instils the fear into me.

Capo releases me and I feel relief flood through me, I had concerns he was going to break my damn jaw. "We will see." He replies, his eyes continuing to rummage over every inch of me. "You haven't made a very good first impression, hm?"

I swallow as he turn his back to me and paces back to the couch, not waiting for my response. "Sit.". He demands, as I immediately follow and sit on the opposing couch to him. My hands flatten over my dress, not only to wipe the sweat off but to make sure I'm covered up.