The Italian Mafia

Chapter 1

(Picture is how i imagine the mansion to somehow look like, of course i described it a little different, but this is to imagine it better)

"Are you a virgin?" I looked at him confused.

"What the fuck?" I asked. He looked at me strangely. All of a sudden he seemed mad.

"Emma, I asked if you're a virgin?" I repeated. I brought the beer can to my mouth and took a sip.

"Jonah, I don't want to talk about that stuff. You offered me to follow me home, that's it, nothing else," what the hell did he think this was?

He kicked a rock in front of him. He seemed pissed off.

"What do you think it means when a boy voluntarily follows a girl home from a party?" he stopped walking. I felt uncomfortable.

"I don't know, that he wants to follows her home?" I started getting scared. I was all alone with him. He looked at me and snorted.

"Emma, you're too naive," he spit on the ground.

"I've gotten enough of this, I'm going home," I started walking away but he grabbed my wrist.

"Emma, one way or another, I'm getting what I want," I started panicking. Shit, why did I say yes to him following me home, I knew better than that?

"Let go of me!" I ordered. He shook his head and started laughing. He started to pull me into a bush.

"No, Jonah, let go of me!" I tried to scream but his hand was covering my mouth.

"Shut up, you whore!" he spat.

He laid on top of me and put his knee on my chest. I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe.

"Jo... Jonah," I couldn't breathe at all.

He started zipping down his pants. I felt a tear slip down my cheek.

I closed my eyes and tried to forget where I was. What was happening.

Suddenly the weight on my chest lighted. Was he finish?

I opened my eyes and saw Jonah lie on the ground in front of the bush. What just happened?

A man in a dark suit kicked Jonah right in the stomach. He couched up blood.

I stood up.

"Stop, you're killing him!" I screamed at the man. Even though Jonah just tried to rape me, he didn't deserve to die.

The man looked at me but didn't stop. He kicked and kicked. Jonah lied completely still. His eyes were shut open, they were dead.

More tears streamed down my cheeks.

"Stop he's dead," was the only thing I could say. The man stopped. He looked down at the dead body.

"Shit," he said. He dried his bloody hands of in his pants.

"Stay there," he ordered me. I did as he said; I didn't dare to do anything else. He took out a phone from his inner pocket and pressed one button.

"Hallo? Yes, it's me; I got a dead body at uhm..." he looked around. "Maple street, I don't know, just come fast, thank you," he talked with an accent but I couldn't hear what kind.

"Come with me," he reached out his arm. Without thinking I took his hand. I again didn't dare to do anything else.

He followed me to a car. It looked expensive. It was large and black but I couldn't see which brand. He took out his car keys and pressed a button. He opened the backseat door for me.