Borgata

{2} Abduction

"Sovrano has finally brought his daughter to USA and I want her." Rafael's father Valentino aka the Capo said during the Mafia's meeting.

"Why are you so obsessed with the girl?" Raf raised a brow. "You sent men to kill her five years ago and you failed. Since then you can't stop thinking about her."

"Rafael that girl is more important than you think." Valentino leaned back on his 'throne', inhaling the smoke. "I believe I haven't told you the reason why I wanted the girl dead in first place."

"To anger Fernando." Raf assumed.

"No, mio figlio (my son). Olivia Sovrano is worth millions of dollars since he sold her to Russian Mafia soon after her birth. The deal will be officially sealed on her eighteenth birthday, soon after her birthday she's to marry the drug lord Alexander Maximoff Jr. and then, my son we will completely lose access to Russian drugs. Do I need to continue?"

Raf shook his head. "So what are you going to do? Kill her?"

A horse laughter filled the room. "That would be too easy, Rafael. I want you to kidnap her and take the main requirement of the deal: her virginity. Perhaps even impregnate her and only when the deal is broken off we shall kill her."

"You want me to kidnap a girl, fuck her senseless over and over again until she's pregnant and then kill her which means killing my own child?" he looked at his father in disbelief, Rafael was known for his cruelty but he wasn't as cruel and wicked as his father. "That's sick, even for Mafia."

"That's business and if you want to become Capo one day you will do as I say. Understood?"

***

Olivia was bored; Milo and their father left for the 'business' meeting a few hours ago, leaving her all alone in this enormous house with maids and guards so she decided to go to the beach. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, a satisfied smile spread across her lips - she loved how sexy she did actually look in her new bikini. After sliding into her black beach dress she wrote the note saying she's left for the beach.

She was on her way to the beach when the car black sports car stopped behind and two men stepped out from the car wearing black suits and dark shades. "Need a ride, belleza (beauty)?" one of them called out, approaching her.

"No thank you it's fine." she replied politely, quickening the pace.

"Where are you heading to, belleza?" he asked again, ignoring the previous sentence.

Olivia's heart thumped against her chest. Dark suits, dangerous-looking and Italian accents: she didn't need to guess, she knew these men were from Mafia. Taking a deep breath, she started to run as quick as she could but the men were faster than her. She screamed as one of them grabbed her arm, pulling her towards the car roughly.

"Please let me go." hot tears streamed down her face.

One of them started to laugh. "Did you hear that, Fabio? He wants us to let her go."

"Please." she mumbled. "If you want money that's not the problem just please let me go." she begged.

"We don't need your money, cagna (bitch.) Now if you don't want us to hurt you, you will be a good girl and shut your fucking mouth up." Another man, whose name was Fabio hissed, starting the car.