Bounded To You

Business

I jolted up in shock. "Where am I?" I asked aloud, but nobody answered me because I am alone. I took a moment to process what happened. These bastards must have drugged me last night because I don't remember anything. The bed beneath me brought me comfort in this unfamiliar room. I got up slowly, feeling my bones crack from the position I was sleeping in. My feet touched the cold floor, as I started pacing back and fourth. The room was fairly small, with cream sheets on the bed and a small window that had been barricaded shut giving it a bland touch. Panic started settling in, the more I thought about this situation, the worst the thought's got. Nobody knows I've been kidnapped , nobody is going to come looking for me, they won't even know I'm gone. I feel so betrayed by Marco, how could he do this to me? tears started forming in my eyes. He gave me away as if I was nothing but replaceable, I cannot believe I trusted him. I silently sat on the bed, pulling up the blankets in order to comfort myself. My thoughts are in overdrive and I have lots of questions. I honestly feel like a criminal awaiting trial. I'm so fucking scared, what are they going to do to me? sell me for a fuck? kill me ? my eyes widened at these thoughts. The room feels like it's closing in on me. My heart beat pounding at a 1000 miles a second, and realise with each breath that passes through my lungs, it's getting harder to breathe. Fuck, just as I thought I was going to pass out, a knock at the door brought me back to earth.

The man from last night entered the room, Dante. In my defence, I pushed my entire body up against the furthest wall of the room in order to put some space between us. "I see you're up" he states the obvious. He looks completely at ease, as if he did nothing wrong. "What do you want with me, are you going to kill me ?'' I asked him with a dry throat, preparing myself mentally for the answer. "Relax, if I wanted you dead, you would've been dead." he laughed a bit, while fixing his dress shirt collar. I watched as his arm muscles flexed a bit, the vain's popping out like my anxiety. No, stop it Anebela, this man is extremely dangerous, I thought to myself. I've dealt with men like him wealthy ,egotistical and arrogant, although none of those men were actually good enough to look at. They were rich business men that came into the club, usually middle aged and repulsing." Like what you see ?" Dante asked devilishly, making direct eye contact with me. "No, there's not much too look at" I said spitefully. His jaw visibly tensed showing me that was not the reply he expected. "Now answer me, why am I here?" I asked confidently, while taking a step forward. His eye's lingered on me for a minute, taken aback by how my attitude changed. "You are very confident now for someone who almost died from a panic attack a few minutes ago'' he chuckled at my pain. "Yes, because if you haven't noticed you kidnapped me, which is against the law, and I have no idea what you want with me." I looked at him basically pleading him for answer's. He looked angry, his face went cold, emotionless even, "How dare you demand information from me ? are you crazy ? Do you have any idea who I am ?" he spoke calmly but you could tell he was pissed. "Excuse me, you're the one who kidnapped me if anything you're an asshole" before I could stop myself from speaking like that he grabbed me by the throat and pulled me inches away from his face. His intoxicating scent hit my nostrils and shock vibrated throughout my body. I stood dead still, holding in the  panicked breath , while his hand is touching my neck. He made his way closer to my face, removing the hair that was covering my ear. "You will not fucking disrespect me like that, you understand me?" he moved back a bit, looking me dead in the eyes. I felt like he could see my tainted soul. "Now follow me, to the meeting room, where I'll answer all your stupid questions." 

I sat down at the table, grabbing the nearest chair to me. Well fuck, this is awkward, there's men just staring at me and than looking away as if I was never here to begin with. The meeting room had a large rectangular wooden table  in the middle. The expensive chairs offered comfortability and is a dark navy blue colour complimenting the room. The walls were a light grey, giving the room a more modernized feel to it. Dante walked into room, changing the energy to a serious one. "Ciao, (hello), gentleman and Anebela. Firstly let me introduce myself to Anebela. My name is Dante Romano, I am the boss over here, I run this mafia and I need you for business purposes" he says vainly. O my god, this is a mafia gang, I'm going to die aren't I?, I basically shouted at this asshole earlier, I bet his waiting for the moment I give him what he needs so he can shoot me for disrespecting him like that. "What do you need from me Dante?" I questioned him while sulking my head back down. There is a projector facing a white board on the table , which was connected by a man part of the mafia, named Ricardo. He was handsome as well, and appeared to be way friendlier than Dante. "Okay so now that I have all your attention, do you recognize this man?" he took the remote and proceeded showing us image's of an older gentleman. "I know this man, that's James, his a regular at the bar I work at- O wait, I don't work there anymore because you stole me" I said sarcastically smiling at this man in front of me to remind him what he did. "We know you know him Anebela, that was just a test too see if you would be honest with me." he skipped through the images landing on one of the them, where you can visibly see me talking to James. Great, they have been watching me. "Okay, not creepy at all , you guys have been stalking me ?"  Dante rubbed his hand through his hair,  pushing it back, while one strand fell perfectly, framing his sexy face. "We didn't  stalk you, we were stalking Marco. I had a feeling, he wasn't being completely honest with me about you" he clicked his tongue around in his mouth, making me focus on his lips. "You see, Anebela , I've been looking for you for 3 months" he paused looking for my reaction, my eyes widened. 3 months. 3 fucking months ,  "why the fuck?"  I questioned angrily now. "Marco was supposed to hand you to me earlier, but I think the man has a conscious." He gave a me a look of disgust. "Okay, but what does this have to do with James?" I asked in a state of confusion, while Dante shot up a look at me. "See James is working for the Portuguese mafia and well, he was planning to kidnap you" he told me seriously. I started laughing, I've known James since I've been working there, there's no way he would've done that, "Dante, there's no way his been planning to kidnap me, I know the guy"  I said ,laughing at his statement. "You know Marco too and look where that got you" Dante said dramatically with a raised eyebrow. Asshole. He dropped a file onto the table in front of me, I pulled the file closer to me and opened it.  This file has all my information, the question is, why do they have it? I looked up to Dante very confused. "Dante, why the fuck do you have all my information, you fucking creepo?" I glared at him. His fist slammed the table "How many times am I going to fucking tell you, to not disrespect me?" he shouted at me causing all the attention in the room to divert to us. He is furious. well, tough shit Dante, I'm angry too.  "You demand respect, but you're the one who kidnapped me, the one stalking me.  God you're selfish. How the fuck must I feel?" I stood up, practically shouting at this greek god, while  pushing the chair back with force. "Those aren't my files Anebela, those were found with James, it's his file"  Dante said calmly after watching my entire outburst.  My cheeks grew hot with embarrassment when I realized I just went head to head with the Italian mafia boss. My tummy felt weak with the adrenaline . Dante gave me a look despair and spat out "Lets just get one thing very clear, I have standards, I won't waste my time stalking a stripper".  I gave this man a warning filled look. "O, okay, now you can go fuck yourself and whatever pathetic information you wanted from me" I spat back at him cruelly. If this man thinks he can get away with being a dick, his got another thing to learn. I stood up from my chair aggressively and started walking towards the door, "If you want to kill me rather kill me, but something tells me you need me more alive than dead."  I said almost leaving the room, before he grabbed my wrist roughly. "I have seen enough of this fucking shit, I can't kill you, you're right. But, I could make your life a living hell" Dante's eyes grew a shade darker," you think this is a joke sweetheart? well It's time to have some fun" with a dark smile crawling onto his face.

"Where are we going ?" I asked, his been dragging me with him for the past five minutes. "we are going to teach you some respect for me "  Dante said while smiling. Honestly, that sounds hot, if it it weren't for the fact that his a complete psycho. Dante's phone started ringing, causing me to jump a little. He spoke Italian, and he looked sexy while doing so. "Since you've chosen to disrespect me, enjoy the show princess" He said gently, giving me anxiety. O god. We've entered a dimly lit room. The walk here was in deed a workout.  Dante locked the door behind him, leaving me and him alone in this dark place. The stench in here made me gag. He flipped a switch and the light came on. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the bright light, but the room became clearer. It looked like jail cells built up against the wall, a chair in the middle that looked used and abused, with someone sitting on it. The persons head sulked down, blood pooling on the  floor underneath him. O my god, James. My brain basically screamed at me. My heart sunk low at the look of him, he looks awful, and it smells pretty bad in here. I looked at Dante who seemed to be spectating the situation. "I hope you can speak, you have one last chance too, I'll let you go if you talk." Dante said while pacing around him. I was in shock, this poor man has been beaten up badly. James made no effort to speak, he lifted his head to show that he would stand his ground. Dante threw a punch to his jaw, which only made him angrier, it seemed to feed his aggression. As if the more punches he threw the more blood he'd  want to see. At this point I'm watching Dante beat a man to death. I watched as his biceps flexed, the way he calculated each punch. He spat at James' face, shouting threats in between. The level of unhuman this is. I watched the devil this man has become. "Enough" I shouted. I couldn't watch any longer, "give the man some space to actually form a fucking sentence, maybe he can't speak because you keep hitting him" I looked at him shamefully. "This is what I do, remember that when you want to disrespect me"  He said before James starting coughing badly, "James just fucking tell him and you can walk free" I said, going off on Dante's words earlier. James started breathing loudly, you can see his in a lot of physical pain, with grunts slowly making their way out his mouth, "He won't stop until he gets you". His eyes rolled back as if he was about to go unconscious, I swiftly made my way to him, lowering down my face to be at his level, but keeping enough distance between us. I clicked my fingers together trying to get him to answer questions and not fall unconscious "Who won't stop?" I asked curiously, he looked up at me, blood filling his mouth and his face black and blue "Your father". A shot had been fired, at James, piercing his chest , killing him instantly, I watched the life drain out of his eyes. What the fuck just happened. I turned to Dante with the gun in his hand. "what the fuck? What the fuck does he mean my 'father' and you just shot him in front of me" Tears poured down my face. Shock creeped up on my body, time stood still, as if my body couldn't process the adrenaline.