Lost in the Mafia's Game

Chapter 4

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Previous in Chapter 2...

He pulls me up and I stand there, "You have messed with my men countless times and now you have messed with me, do I look stupid to you..?" I choose not to answer this one so I just look passed him at the two men standing behind him. "Maybe make a run for it?" I look at Mallory and she shakes her head as if she already knows what I'm thinking. I decide to make a run for it anyways.

I get about twenty feet when the guy who was previously speaking to me says, "Take one more step and you will get at least three bullets in the back of your skull." My feet come to a screeching halt...

Beginning of Chapter 4

Not one time in my life have I ever surrendered to a man, not even my father. I am one stubborn female, I made my hopes and dreams happen for myself and did it all by myself with the help of no one.

I bite my lip in frustration and turn around and groan out in a quiet defeated whisper, "Fine." I say putting my hands up.

Once the man hears my surrender his man are behind me strapping cold metal hand-cuffs to my wrists in a matter of seconds. I make sure to not make eye contact with the horrific human being of a man because I know if I look at him I will say exactly what I shouldn't say, without even looking at him I can feel his revolting smirk and I shut my eyes. The next thing I hear is sounds of chains being pulled or messed with and I look up to see the other five women being dragged out of the room. As Mallory is being pulled past me I see a massive blue and purple bruise on the side of her lip and a yellow-brownish bruise on her temple. I can't say I'm not surprised, she doesn't seem like the type of girl to go down without a fight and it looks like she did quite a bit of damage to the guy pulling her out of the room. I am able to catch a glimpse at..."What is that!? Is that a bite mark?!" I think to myself and hold back a smirk.

Once all of the other women are out of the room it is just myself, the two men holding me, and Mr. Arrogant Basket Case...lets call him, Mr. ABC.

Mr. ABC slowly walks up to me and his men let go of my arms and I roll my eyes. "Can I help you?" I say quietly but apparently not quite enough because Mr. ABC wraps his grimy scratchy hands around my chin and yanks my head up to meet his eye.

With gritted teeth he mutters out, "I will not have some stupid little woman causing distress in my house, do you understand?!" I gulp slowly wanting to punch his pretty little face but refrain and simply reply.

"Fine." After he gets the satisfaction of being in charge again he drops his hand from my chin and pushes me roughly back to the men who were previously holding me.

"Prendere guance dolci qui a qui dormire corridoi e bloccando tutte e sei le serrature sulla sua porta, sono sicuro che questo sta andando a cercare di darci un momento difficile." He replies looking at me half way.

Then it clicks...this man has absolutely no idea I speak fluent Italian...idiot. As much as I want to smile and jump for joy that I have something against this guy I keep it to myself because I want to know as much as I can and he would never speak about anything serious in English.

I translate everything Mr. ABC says to, "Take sweet cheeks here to her sleeping corridors and lock all six locks on her door, I'm sure this one is going to try to give us a hard time." I translate it to myself.