Mafia Prisoner

Ch. 8 - My Place

Vivian POV

Did that fucker just say they can speak to me? Is that why no one would answer me? Acted like I didn't exist?

"Mario!" I shouted with rage.

"Yes Mistress?" He responded immediately.

What the fuck was this shit? "Did Niko order you not to speak to me."

"Yes. He just said we can now."

"You asshole." I punched his shoulder. I shook my hand knowing it hurt me more than him.

"Mistress, you should calm down. Please try. Niko isn't a patience man and he never allowed anyone to speak to him the way you just did. If someone dared to raise a hand at him, they would no longer have one." Marie pleaded with me.

I looked down to my hands then rubbed my wrist at the thought of Niko holding my arm down and chopping it off. I shuddered as I envisioned blood spraying everywhere. His eyes were cold like a harsh blizzard while my blood coated his devious smile. Fuck, stop thinking about that.

"I'm tired. Are there pajamas I can borrow?"

"Of course, dear. The dresser and closet is filled for you." Marie moved to the white antique dresser and opened the bottom drawer for a silky evening dress.

"For me?" I questioned.

"Yes, the boss ordered for your room to be fully prepared for when you woke. I got all the best clothes for you."

"The boss? Is that Niko?"

"Yes! You really are clueless. Where did he find you?" She laughed at me then began unzipping my dress. Mario diverted his eyes and I said fuck it as I slipped out of my dress. At least I get pampered like a princess.

"Marie, are you, my maid?"

"Yes. Anything you need I'll get for you. Clothes, food, makeup, a nice bath, anything Mistress."

"Hmm, a bath would be nice. Can I have one of those?"

"Of course. I'll start it now for you."

She walked to the bathroom leaving me in just my underwear. Mario still kept his eyes to the door and nowhere near my body.

"I guess Niko didn't mean to always keep your eyes on me." I giggled as he grew more and more uncomfortable.

"The boss doesn't take others looking at what is his lightly. I would like to keep my eyes in their sockets so, if you don't mind, please put a robe on." Mario cleared his throat, and my mouth dropped open.

"What the fuck do you mean, what is his? I don't fucking belong to Niko. He is my kidnapper, not ever my lover."

"Oh child, please stop with these outbursts." Marie grabbed my wrist and settled me in the tub. The second my body was engulfed with the warm water that smelled like a spring meadow I relaxed into it.

"That is much better Mistress. I'll get you some food and wine."

"Thank you!" I said with my eyes closed as Marie left. This was nice.

Then the tears came again. Tommy was dead! I was a prisoner of his cousin and Tommy was gone forever. My thoughts went back to that night.

Paul guided me up the stairs and I watched Tommy grab a man from behind. His one hand fisted his hair while the other dragged a knife across his throat. As if that wasn't disturbing enough, remembering the smile of satisfaction on Tommy's face made a shiver run through my body.

Did I even know Tommy? He was a cold-hearted killer that night. Completely different then the carefree wise ass boy he acted like at school. He had this secret mafia family and now I was stuck in it. I wanted to be mad at him, but how do you hate a dead person? One that I thought I was in love with. I quietly sobbed, missing his touch, his voice. I did love him, even if I didn't really know him.