Mafia's African Rose

New Fate:Angel's pov

The air felt different, and I knew we were no longer in Nigeria. We were now in a powerful country, our fate still a mystery. Blindfolded and thrown into the trunk of a car, I could feel my body shaking. I don't want to die, I chanted in my head.

The car moved for almost an hour—each moment stretched out painfully. I wondered if Nora was in another trunk or perhaps sitting comfortably somewhere, having found favor with the blonde guy I had learned was named Leon.

Finally, the car came to a stop, and I was yanked out of the trunk. The cool air hit me suddenly as I was tossed over a strong shoulder. My thick, long hair probably flailed everywhere.

"Put me down! I can walk by myself!" I sneered, but he ignored me, continuing to walk. "Drop me down! I can walk! I have beautiful legs, damn it!" I screamed in frustration. The short dress I wore left my backside on full display, and I felt vulnerable.

"Ah!" I grunted as the idiot finally dropped me to the ground. My butt hurt. "It hurts!" I said while rubbing my backside, completely unaware of the eyes now focused on me.

The blindfold was removed, and I squinted against the sudden light. As I adjusted, I searched the unfamiliar place and spotted Leon, the blonde guy. My gaze then fell on the dangerous man sitting down, legs crossed. He was not someone to be messed with.

He radiated power, danger, and wealth. I swallowed hard. This man was the most striking figure I had ever seen—jet black hair, tan skin, and a strong, muscular body that was evident even under his expensive black dress shirt.

When our eyes met, it felt as though he could see right through me, reading my deepest secrets. His face was stoic, void of emotion. I quickly looked away, feeling uncomfortable under his intense gaze.

"You're a spy, aren't you?" he said, his gaze darkening. His voice sent chills down my spine, the blend of Italian and American accents creating a tension that was palpable.

"I hate repeating myself"
I responded firmly, "I'm not. It was survival instinct that led me to your ship." I looked straight into his eyes, refusing to back down. I had never been one to cower, even in the presence of danger. My inner strength was still high, like a warrior ready for battle.

"I see," he said, humming as he turned to Leon. They began talking in Italian, and I couldn't help but admire how effortlessly beautiful their conversation sounded. His jawline was sharp, as if he had been sculpted from stone.

Damn it, Angel, get yourself together!

Leon walked up to me and said, "I'll show you the maid quarters."

I was taken aback. "Will I be paid?" I asked, hopeful but wary.

"Just come with me, Bambi," he replied dismissively. I glanced at the boss, who was already staring into my soul, making it difficult to breathe.

Leon led me to another building far from the boss's lair. As we walked, I noticed numerous men in suits carrying guns. There was no denying that these guys were dangerous and not to be messed with.

Fear coursed through me. An African girl caught up in the mafia—my life couldn't possibly get worse.

Inside, I spotted a few women in revealing maid uniforms. "I'm not going to wear that," I told Leon defiantly.

He simply ignored me, a rude dismissal that fueled my frustration.

Author's Note:

Hey, everyone! I hope you enjoyed this part of the story! How are you feeling about the direction things are heading for Angel? Do you think she can handle the dangerous world she's been thrown into? I'd love to hear your thoughts and predictions in the comment!