My mafia | Daerin

3.

POV: Danielle
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As I woke up, I stirred in the silkiest sheets I've ever felt in my life. I snuggled further into them. However, before I felt comfort, pain erupted on my side, and my head started to pound. I groaned and rolled over. It still hurts.

I slowly got out of bed, and when I opened my eyes, I saw a different room than my own. The memories of last night flooded back.

I'm so screwed. Nobody messes with the mafia king, and now I have. I'm so dead. Sure, she helped me yesterday, but that was most likely due to the fact I helped her before. I have to get out of here before she kills me.

I started to make my way down the stairs and hall, as quietly as I could. The pain in my side and my head weren't helping very much. I slowly roamed around downstairs and surveyed the rooms before walking in.

After a few minutes of searching, I found it. I carefully made my way to the front door, cautious of making noise.

Just as I reached for the door knob, one arm wrapped around my waist and a hand grabbed mine.

"What do you think you are doing?" A deep voice sounded in my ear. The arm on my waist pulled me around to face her, but that caused pain to erupt on my through. I yelped and flinched away from her arm. She instantly wrapped her arm around my shoulders instead.

"Come with me." She commanded. Her brown eyes held a power that told me not to argue. I gulped and started to follow her, nervousness growing in the pit of my stomach.

She led us to a kitchen. "Sit." She pointed to a stool near a kitchen island. I slowly made my way to the stool in fear of making sudden movements that could make her kill me.

I stared at my hands, twirling my fingers around each other, in fear of what was to come. I heard shuffling and drawers being opened, but I didn't want to look up.

"Take this." I looked slightly higher to see two pills and a glass of water. "They're only pain relievers. You have my word."

For some reason, I felt as if I could trust. She doesn't look like the type of person to lie to someone about pills. I slowly took them and mumbled a thanks, looking down the whole time.

"Look at me." She demanded. I hesitantly raised my gaze to connect my hazel eyes to her brown ones.

"I can't have you go running through the streets yelling murder and what the mafia king looks like, so you'll have to stay here for a bit." I was disappointed to hear that. Even though it wasn't perfect, I loved where I lived. It made me feel at home, and its true what they say: once you have a taste of Gangnam-gu, you can never leave it. I assumed that I'm still in Gangnam, but I also assumed I couldn't go outside to see the lovely streets, buildings, and parks.

"I also can't have you sit around doing nothing. I already have enough maids. Hmm... what can I have you do?" She looked around the kitchen, thinking. Her gaze landed on a box of take-out. "Can you cook?"

"I can... just not that well, " I mumbled. My cooking was fine, honestly. I just don't like to overestimate my talents.

"Well then, you'll cook. I eat breakfast at 8:00 am and dinner at 7:00 pm. Have the food done by then. See you tonight for dinner." With that, she left. I let out a sigh of relief. She's not going to kill me. Yet.

I checked my phone to see it was around noon, so I made my way up to my new  room and settled in. I saw that the closet has been filled with my clothes. Where the hell did she get my clothes?

She probably knows where I live. I felt like someone was watching me after I left her in the alley. I should have known. I went into the bathroom to see all my hygiene products there, too. I noticed some of the cheaper products I buy, like razors and shaving cream, have been replaced with more expensive, better versions.

Wait. If she went through my apartment, surely she must have found it. Besides the necklace I always wear, it's my most valuable possession. I have this journal I write in occasionally, and it has all my personal thoughts in it, things about my life, the life lessons I learned, and my outlook on the world. Everything about me and  how my mind works is in my journal. I have to find it.

I spent the next couple of hours turning my bedroom upside down, trying to find it, and then cleaning everything up. It wasn't there. She must have it. I'll just have to get it back.

Once it was time to make something for her, I wasn't sure what to make. I added small portions onto the plate— tomato mozzarella salad, pesto pasta, tomato pasta, green leaf salad garlic bread, chicken stir fry, steak and a side of grapes.

I heard footsteps walking into the room. I glanced up to see her sitting down on a stool. I picked up the plate and set it down in front of her along with a glass of water and untensils.

"I didn't know what to make, so I made a small portion of a couple of things." I mumbled. I turned around and was about to walk upstairs, but her voice stopped me.

"Where are you going? Sit with me, " She commanded. I slowly walked back to her and took a seat next to her. While she ate, I stared at my hands again, feeling uncomfortable at the silence.

Once she was finally done, I glanced at her.

"Everything was fine. Make whatever you want next time; I'll eat it." With that, she walked right out of the room, leaving her dish in the sink. I walked over to it and cleaned it.

As I lay in bed, I started thinking. How long will I be here? What if it's forever? It doesn't seem she wants to kill me because if she did, i would already be dead. What does she want with me?

Well, whatever it is, it shouldn't be too bad. I'm not dead, and she's not hurting me, so it can't really be that bad to live with the sexy mafia king for a bit.

Wait. Did I just call her sexy? Okay. I definitely can't think about her like that.

What should I make her for breakfast? I'll figure it out in the morning.

I reached over to my alarm clock and set it for 7:00 am, and drifted off to sleep.

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