I Am Not A Prostitute: Mafia Romance (18+ Only)

Chapter 3

When a loss of sight is endured, other senses become enhanced.

Darkness.

All I saw, was the blackness that made me dread what was to come next.

I opened my eyes to find darkness, the haze that filled my eyes and mind burned.

I felt something covering my eyes and the realization dawned on me.

The men last night. They killed the guy that tried to help me, and they took me.

Anxiety rushed through my mind as I pulled on my wrists, something tightened on them, and I groaned.

I'm tied up.

I bit down on my trembling lips as I held back my tears.

Oh my god, they're going to kill me.

I froze when I heard voices.

There were multiple footsteps and I stayed perfectly still as they spoke.

"ona ustroila draku, glupaya suka . No ona stoit togo, chto ty yeye vide?" (She put up a fight, stupid bitch. But she's worth it, have you seen her?)

Me, they're talking about me. What do they mean 'worth it' ?

They're keeping me alive, but why?

They thought I was a prostitute, they carry weapons, speak Russian, and aren't afraid to kill innocents.

The worst possible case flooded my mind. Human trafficking, the Russian Mafia.

I bit back a cry as I focused on listening.

"poluchit' yeye ochishchennym vverkh dlya auktsiona i postavit' yeye s drugimi" (get her cleaned up for the auction, and put her with the others)

Auction? Oh my god.

I let out an involuntary cry and froze as their talking ceased.

"Ona ne spit." (She's awake)

I felt someone walk over to me and whimpered as my blindfold was torn off.

I squinted as my eyes adjusted to the room, three men stood before me.

I sucked in a breath and pressed myself to the wall behind me.

They were massive men, their faces hidden in the shadows of the stone room.

"Sweetheart, what is your name?" The man closest to me asked as he kneeled before me.

I flinched at his accent, it was strong and Russian, his face was stern and pale.

This was, from what I assumed, the Russian Mafia. These men were dangerous no matter what they said.

They killed a man who was trying to help me.

I was a born Russian, I had only moved to America a few years ago, I was fluent in the language, and I knew more than others about the Mafia. They were ruthless and bloodthirsty.

They didn't know I spoke Russian, and if I could control my accent, I could continue to understand what they were saying without them knowing.