Mafia Prisoner

Ch. 6 - My New Prison

Vivian POV

I was terrified when Niko found me, then I was relieved to be saved, then I was a whole new kind of terrified when he told me I would be punished for their deaths. Whose death and why did he think I caused it? I didn't know any of these men or what they did.

I remained locked in a bedroom for three days while a man stood inside my room watching me intently. He didn't speak to me, but his eyes never left my body. I saw a glimpse of Gio standing outside my door whenever a maid brought me food, but like the guard in my room, he didn't acknowledge my existence.

After three sun sets and three sun risings I finally decided to shower. I spent most of my time laying helpless in bed while covered in blood and filth. I didn't know why it never registered to me to shower before, but it just didn't. I assumed I was still in shock, and now I was just in utter fear.

I walked into the bathroom, closing the door and took a long breath. I knew my guard was directly outside. I was thankful they put bars on the only window in here, because otherwise, the guard would have to accompany me in the bathroom too. He told the worker that he was not to take his eyes off my body. I believe he took that order a bit too literal, but there was nothing I could do about it.

I peeled off my red dress from my body, remembering how I ripped the bottom to tie around Paul's injured shoulder. I really hoped he was ok. He looked like hell when I last saw him as Gio dragged me out of the room.

As long as he saw a doctor he should heal ok. He would definitely have a nasty scar though. It was disgusting yet exhilarating when I pulled the bullet out.

That was the first time my skills were put to use in a real situation, and the first time I didn't have to lay there helpless to watch someone I cared about die. I jumped into action with steady hands and saved him, just like Paul threw his body around mine to save me from those bullets.

Tears flowed down my eyes as the hot water washed away the blood and dirt. Black swirled around the drain washing away everything from that day. "Please don't let Tommy be in trouble because of me." I prayed, like I did every day.

He never told me, but I assumed that the older scary man was his father. Tommy was probably getting the third degree from him right now, maybe even punished for carrying on a relationship with me. I still don't understand why it even matters. Just because they came from money didn't mean they were any better than me.

I had my own inheritance from my parents and it was enough that I didn't need to marry for money. Plus, I was in school to be a doctor. I would be loaded in my own right. God, I wish someone would just give me some answers.

I stepped out of the shower wrapping a towel around my body. I didn't think to ask for new clothes. I just needed to wash away all the memories from that night. Besides, I doubt anyone would answer me anyways.

Shit! I really hope they don't expect me to wear only this towel. I ran a brush through my hair with shaky hands then stepped out of the bathroom.

I was about to ask my guard for clothes when I was met with ice cold blue eyes raking up and down my body, which was barely covered in a towel. Seriously! Three days I laid clothed in this room and now he comes in here.

"Where is my guard?" I asked with a hint of fear in my voice. I didn't want to be afraid of this man, but his presence demanded it.

He was at least a foot taller than me and twice my width, all in pure muscle. His ebony black hair against his olive skin was like a cloud of death surrounding his already empty eyes.

He squinted at me with anger. Why is he so mad at me? I don't even know him.

"Mario is my guard. If I wanted to throw your small body on that bed and fuck your brains out, he would simply watch me." He took a step closer and my body began to shake in fear. This man was a fucking monster. His fingers brushed down my arm in a gentle way that made me even more terrified. What was he doing?