The Mafia's Possession (Ongoing, Being Edited)

Chapter 3

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                                                Chapter 3

A pounding pain in my head woke me from my sleep. As I blink my vision into focus, or at least try, I realize that I'm alone in a dark room. I continue to blink my eyes, trying to adjust them to the darkness. I groan as my body starts to awaken along with my mind and the sensation of pain throughout my body takes over.

It only takes minutes for my heart to start beat wildly in my chest as I start to remember what previously occurred. Someone had whacked the shit out of my head, knocking me out in the process. I try to move my hands and feet but start panicking when I realize that I'm tied to a chair.

Panic sets in as I come to the conclusion that I'm in this dark room. Wild thoughts of someone attacking me and taking me hostage fills my mind. What the fuck was going to happen to me now. Was I going to be sold to be a sex slave? Or maybe whoever the fuck did this was going to kill me, harvest my organs, and sell it in the black market.

I repeat the words, "you're such a dumbass" in my head. I don't dare scream or call out for help out of fear. Chris warned me and even Adalfo warned me but my dumbass didn't listen.

No, I wanted to be adventurous. Look at where that got me.

I start feeling pathetic and regretful as I finally realize that my plan of finding and meeting my biological father was stupid. The man I was looking for could possibly kill me if the rumors were true. Maybe he wouldn't even care that I was his daughter. Maybe everything my mother had told me was true and now I was going to fucking die because of my stupidity.

A sob breaks out from my mouth. I was so stupid. Crying wasn't going to get me out of this situation but what else could I do.

Suddenly the lights flicker, bringing me out of my own pity party. I hear the sound of a door being opened. I'm forced to squint at the bright white lights. As my vision came into focus I notice that I'm facing a wall. My heart sinks as I hear the footsteps behind me. The sound of the footsteps get closer and closer to me. And the closer they get the more I feel myself about to pass out from the fear.

I still when I feel a hand touch my shoulder. A man about the age of 30 steps into my line of vision. He's a tough looking guy, with muscles on his body and long black hair that is tied in a pony tail. He's short with tattoos running down both of his arms.

He bends over and puts his face to level with mine. "You're finally awake I see. Tell me girly, who are you? Did Alexander send you thinking he could use you to infiltrate the family?" His breath smells of stale cigarettes and beer. I tilt my head back, trying to get away from the stench. When I say nothing he grabs a fistful of my hair and roughly pulls on it. I cry out from the pain.

Who the hell was Alexander?

I whimper when he continues to pull on my hair.

"Answer me you bitch, did Alexander send you?"

"I don't know who the fuck that is" I shout out in pain, which is the worst thing I could do. Before I know it I feel the man's fist connect with the side of my face. I bite my tongue from the hit and I cry out from the pain again. Blood fills my mouth and the taste makes me want to gag.

"Joke is on Alexander. We'll be sending you back to him. One body piece at a time." He laughs and throws another punch. His fist connects with the side of my skull, knocking me and the chair I'm tied to over. I feel a snap as the chair lands on my right wrist.