In love with a criminal

Kidnapping

"Hit me big man." I laughed at the handsome man who had his hands cuffed to my face.

"Bambino I could do more than just hitting you." He smirked as his eyes filled with rage as he threw me to the ground.

"What do you want? Sex? To hurt me? To keep me as your slave." I asked knowing he was a mobster.

"Baby baby. Of course I want sex from you with a body like that I think all our men will. And as for hurting you? If it comes down to that we will. So don't give me your Fucking attitude. And as for being my slave?" He trailed off while looking at a picture of me and my dad. "Me and your papa discussed all that already."

"My dad? What does any of this have to do with me dad?" I questioned the handsome Italian man.

He picked me up from the ground and held me. "When you make a deal with me and can't go through with it.." he paused and laughed. "I take away your loved ones."

He walked out of my house with me still in his muscular arms and took me to his car and tossed me in the back. I didn't struggle or anything because I knew what this man was capable of. So I sat in the back of his car crying. I watched as the handsome man got into his car and drove off. I wondered if anyone even saw or bothered to dial the police? Probably not. I looked at my house as it got smaller and smaller as we drove away.

"Someone is bound to notice that I'm missing." I quietly said from the back.

"You must not know how us mobsters work then." He laughed.

I felt completely stupid because these men were no fools. They knew more about me than I did which completely scared me. They had to have told everyone I knew that I was going away somewhere and with my dad being part of some deal he probably helped come up with my kidnapping and what they were going to say when people started to question my absence. The thought of my dad doing this to me made me cry historically.

"Why did my dad do this to me?" I whispered to myself.

"For your safety." The handsome Italian man answered my question.

Oh yeah my "safety" I sarcastically said in my mind.

"I wasn't born yesterday." I argued.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked sounding confused.

"When criminals like you lie about kidnappings and say it was for my "safety" I know what that means. I've watched all the movies about mobsters and mafias." I hissed. He laughed.

"Tell me what you learned then chula." He smiled.

"You say you kidnap me for my safety then you end up using me for other shit and if I don't obey your rules you'll harm me." I said sounding uneasy.

"Watch that tone idiota. You're mine now and whatever you say can be used against you while I punish you." He bit his lip.

I stood quiet until I saw the bruises all up my arms.

"Why do I have bruises?" I asked him.

I didn't remember anything up to the part where he had me in his hands and his angry eyes were looking into mine.

"You're a crazy little female." He said in a serious slow tone.

I was 5'3 and I'm pretty sure the Italian man hovered me as if I were a ant. My mother was only 5 feet and my father was 5'5. I got my small legs from my mother and short arms too, but I was blessed to have her big butt and thighs it made my small girl imagine disappear. The whole breast part was a different story however, I was a C cup which wasn't that big. And as for my father's side I had his scrawny arms and slim waist. My father was a scrawny guy. And I had his curly light brown hair and his beautiful grey eyes. My mom was full Mexican and my dad was half Italian half African American. Just the thought of my parents made me wanna curl up and cry. The man finally bursted my thought bubble.

"What's your name?" He asked.

First you kidnap me and then you fake my going away and you don't even know my name? Smart. I'm pretty sure he knew my name, but I'm pretty sure he's done this millions of times and forgot it.

"Salice Aźul." I quietly said under my breath. "What about yours?

"Joey De Luca." He smiled with his white teeth.

I laid my body on the seats since I was by myself in the back and decided to take a nap.

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I woke up to Joey putting me in his arms and holding me like a baby. I pretended to stay asleep so I can be carried away in his arms. Trust me when I say this, this guy had me head over heels and I think he'd have any girl like that trust me, trust me, truuuust me.
I poked open a eye and saw a big warehouse. I would of thought we'd be at those mansions with million dollar cars parked next to it. I was wrong. We approached the big doors and was accompanied by two big muscular guys dressed in all black with shirts that said sicurezza.

"Ho bisogno di vedere mio padre." I heard Joey tell the security guards.

They spoke into their walkie talkies and after a few moments they let him through. At that point I didn't know whether to tell him I was awake and could walk on my own or see how far we got till he woke me up and made me walk, but he continued to carry me and took me into a dark room. Till he flipped the switch and appeared a big room with a king sized bed and a chandelier hanging from above. The walls were a dark brown color and that room had sex scent bouncing off the walls.

"You done acting like your asleep?" He asked in a deep voice.

I shook my head yes and he gently laid me on the huge bed. Which was covered with silk sheets and a bunch of tiger printed pillows all over the place.

"Joey!" A older guy walked in and said a few things in Italian from the side of his mouth making sure his cigar wouldn't fall out.

"Frank." Joey bluntly said back as the man hugged him. Joeys arms stayed to his side.

"Coglione I'm your father also known as your boss so I expect better respect next time." He shoved Joey out of the way while walking over to me.

He took the cigar out of his mouth and held it in his right hand. He blew the smoke in my direction.

"I see you got the girl." He continued. "Did you lay the ground rules with her?" He looked in joeys direction.

"You interrupted." Joey hissed.

Frank slapped Joey with his left hand and left Joey with a red hand printed on his face. The scariest part was that Joey didn't even flinch. Just stood there with a stiff look. Frank left the room cursing in Italian. Joey slammed the door behind Frank and let out a angry sigh. He looked over at me.

I was terrified for what came next.

But nothing happened.

"Look Salice you want respect around here right?" He asked while running his hands through his long pulled back hair.

I shook my head yes.

"Then be smart or else you'll get treated like a fucking little bitch." He yelled hoping his father would hear.

I shook my head slowly.

I looked at the handsome Italian man. Long brown hair, beautiful brown eyes, beautiful white smile, beautiful facial hair, beautiful jaw line, beautiful butt chin, and his beautiful scar on his eyebrow. I think I was in love.

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