Kidnapped by the Mafia Prince

5. Is this were it Ends for Me?

Melanie

I stepped out of the bathroom slowly, uncomfortable with my appearance as I walked towards Angelo who was on the phone with someone. Turning around to see me he instantly hung up the phone and put in his pocket as if he was disgusted with it. Without making eye contact he sighed and then spoke as if he was trying to find the words to say to me. 

"The moment we walk off this plane, you are nothing to me. As far as you know this is the first time out of that box you where in." He said coldly. "Do you understand?"

"Please don't do this." Speaking as coldly as he had with a hint of sadness. Leaving him for someone else that will just treat me how everyone else did was more terrifying. Angelo not once hurting me but this person I was to be's could be a monster. One that would enjoy hurting and abusing me.

"You have no choice. You must do as I say." He said with dismay.

"So what will you do if I don't." I said coolly, staring at him with disdain.

(slap)

Angelo slapped me hard across the face with force that made me fall to the ground onto my side. Making me go numb inside instantly. I had never been hit before. Not remembering much of my childhood to say I was bad enough to warrant a spanking. But the pain that bloomed across my cheek had me fall hard to reality. Not once did I forget the reason I was here but my hopes of being safe were dashed away with the pain. You couldn't trust people even if they were kind to you. It was a facade to get what they wanted and in this case to a person that would own me.

"Then if you won't listen to me I will treat you how I should have at the start!" He yelled with animosity. "Now you will get up and do as I say." He said recollecting himself calmly, but still with anger. Seeing his rage for the first time that I had feared and rightly so.

For reason only known to my body it respond to his demand, getting up from the floor and standing in a daze. Angelo put the handcuffs on me with a long chain attached to it like a slaves leash. Already the cuffs painfully rubbing my newly healed skin betting they would be back to what they were not long ago. Then he draped a cloak over my shoulders lifting its hood to hide my face. With silence he pulled me slowly out of the room and into the front of the plane like I was a dog.

My body and mind were numb. The place were his hand had hit me still burned. I could feel my cheek starting to swell as sharp pains washing over me each time the cuffs moved. I felt so cold, so helpless, so empty; just by that slap. What was wrong with me. I should have known not to trusted him so much. I should have seen this, I knew that it wasn't going to stay like this forever. I was just a girl kidnapped to be given to someone else and nothing more. I will never have anyone that truly cares for me or wants me, much less love me. Now just by that one simple act I felt broken floating in a world of emptiness. I was that girl now that he asked me to be earlier. I was nothing, broken and played with. In just one day he taught me how naive I was and how easily I trusted people. So I made a vow to myself that this world was full of darkness were you think light was but truly wasn't their.

So tread carefully Melanie.

Suddenly I felt a tug on the chain making me snap out of my daze and realize what was happening in front of me. Taking a step as to not fall from the pull. Slowly lifting my head, I could see two men dressed in black suit that were balled standing in front of me guessing they were  bodyguards by their appearance with guns strapped to their belts. More men to watch me continuing the theme that I was never going to escape from them.

Angelo was speaking to one of them in what it seemed like to be Italian. With a few nods of their heads the other man grabbed the chain from Angelo as if they were making an agreement. After a few more words Angelo took the first step toward the side of the plane pressing a button that unlock the door making it slowly lowered itself to the ground as steps formed hitting the concrete of the runway. A gust of wind entered the plane blowing in droplet of water that was coming down from the sky in a steady waves. Angelo descended down the steps to be engulfed by more bodyguards at the bottom with umbrellas. With a flick of his hand the man that held the chain yanked on it pulling me into the cold rain soaking the cloak that seemed to be drenched in seconds.