Surviving The Mafia

Part 8

Part 8

I never believed people who said their nightmares had come to life. I never believed monsters existed in real life. And I never expected for my nightmares, my monsters to come to life.

My fears morphed into reality.

Forcing myself to keep my eyes glued to the window, I tried to pretend that my worst fear wasn't sitting next to me in the car. But my senses were on hyperalert. I was as aware of Severon as I was of my own heart beating erratically. No matter how hard I tried, I just could not ignore his overwhelming presence.

After Severon had ripped the mask concealing his true identity, I tried to run away from him, but the bubblegum fucker caught me before I could take so much as a step in the other direction. Not trusting me, he dragged me back to the car and all but threw me in; I instantly grabbed Skittles and hugged him to me, seeking comfort from the warm fur. I needed to buy more teddy bears now that I knew who Severon really was; I needed to increase my security.

And you intend to do that by buying a bunch of stuffed animals?

No. What I needed was a gun. A weapon. Something to defend myself with. I had my frying pan at home, and the knives, but I needed more weapons. I needed to be able to protect myself against the crazy Mafia man sitting next to me. I couldn't risk the life of my teddy bears, I had to protect myself along with my bears. I was going to buy a gun first thing in the morning.

Are you sure you'd be able to? What if he doesn't let you go home? What if he kidnaps you and kill you in some remote part of Italy?

Unwanted tears burned my eyes like acid, but I did not let them flow. Severon must never see me weak. Oh, I wished he would just drop me off home, I really didn't want to go anywhere with him. He was evil. He was the Mafia. He was my worst nightmare. I couldn't believe he owned Italy. Poor Italy, what did the poor country do to deserve such a ruler?

"Why so quiet, dragonfly?" Severon's voice startled me and I just prevented myself from screaming like a deranged banshee. However, I remained silent. The guy did not deserve anything from me, and definitely not my words. He was evil.

"Dragonfly, I asked you something, I expect an answer," he said, his tone laced with agitation. Yes, I must annoy him, that he would get tired of me and leave me alone.

Or he'll probably kill you and silence you for enternity.

"You are not important enough for me to waste my breath and energy on," I spat.

"That behavior of yours needs taming little mouse, did you already forget who I am?" There was danger and power oozing from his every pore; even though he was sitting a few centimeters away from me and I wasn't even looking at him, I could still feel it.

"I wish." I still did not look at him, my eyes fixated at the window.

"When you talk to someone, it's polite to look them in the eye. Tsk tsk, there is so much I have to teach you. But don't worry, we'll work on your behavior very soon." The man was delusional if he thought I would let him work on me. God, I couldn't wait to go home to my teddy bears.

I screamed when Severon suddenly yanked me to him and painfully twisted my neck to make me look at him. His eyes were frosty; his hand around my neck felt like a noose. I wanted to break free from his grip but I was afraid he would break my neck.

"Look me in the eyes when I'm talking to you, is that clear?"

"Remove your filthy paws from my body and drop me off at my apartment and leave me alone for the rest of my life if you know what's good for you," I snarled.