Kidnapped by the Mafia

Chapter 1

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"Its cool if you like pussy Waites. I mean, I do to." My best friend Troy said.

I looked at him,and he winked at me. "And where is this come from?"

"I'm just saying. you haven't gotten out there in a long time. So my thoughts are pointing towards lesbianism."

We stopped walking. I stared at him. "What do you mean? And, you're right." I said sarcastically. I'm not lesbian and he knows that, but why would it matter?

"You are?! Damn I would love to see some girl on girl action. I couldn't watch before because I wouldn't want to see you with a guy getting the freak on but damn girl get it!" he actually sounded happy about it.

"Your nasty." I sighed rolling my eyes. "I'm not lesbian so stop asking." I started walking again.

"So, if you're not lesbian" He continued "then why haven't you dated anyone recently?" He said slowly.

"You're keeping track of my love life?" I only really had the occasional boyfriend. But those relationships only last a couple weeks. The only guys in my life I don't want to choke out that much is my father and Troy.

He snorted "What love life." He started chuckling. Ha ha he thinks he so funny,

I sighed as I continued to walk, trying to avoid getting shoved by the drunk passerby's and tourist . I look around and see half naked people covered in paint and street performers littering the streets. I cling to Troy's arm to avoid stumbling and falling. The New York smell suffocating my nose making me scrunch up my face.

I'm not usually this much of a buzz kill but, I can tell something bad is going to happen. I don't know how I know I can just feel it. As we're walking I can see men in black suits walking around staring at me and Troy then they would disappear right before my eyes. Everywhere I look I would see one and then poof, just like that. gone, like fucking casper the ghost. Oh my god, I need to calm down. It's not like I have anything to hide so I don't know why i'm being so paranoid. They're probably just guards or something. I calmed myself.

Troy pulls me out of my thoughts by tugging on my hair "Okay, Heaven so if you're not into cookie dough, If you get what I mean." He wiggled his blond eyebrows. "Do you want to play a little game?" He looked at me expectantly. His face lit up in excitement.

A game? This could end badly my reasonable self said, I haven't heard from her in a long time.

Earlier Today 9:30 am

I stared into my cereal bowl eating slowly. I honestly wasn't in the mood for fruit loops. But my dad forgot to go food shopping before he left. This was the only thing in the pantry except for canned vegetables and other undiscovered items. I could always go food shopping myself or call somebody to get it for me, but I don't like people doing things for me. I feel like I owe them and I don't like that feeling. I made a mental note to go later today.

Sitting in my dad's marble grey bar table that overlooks New York. I sigh as I hear the continuous honking and shouts of passerby-er.

I finish my cereal and headed over to the matching marble set counter tops. I rinse off my bowl in the sink and set them in the dishwasher.

I stretch and yawn as I tiptoed my way to my room on the cold white tiles.

On my way there I hear movement near the front of my house. My dad is on a business job in Manhattan and he wouldn't be home for a week. Because of his job, he is always going state to state for business meeting. I never even really met my mom. The last I've seen of her was when I was 4. So this leaves me completely alone in this penthouse.