Mafia Slave

Chapter Two

My cream colored nightgown clung to my chest and waist, flapping in the wind in a ghost like manner. Slowly my dark eyes adjusted to the blackness of the hallway. Shadows faded into areas of light as I passed the motion sensing night lights. My small feet made no noise against the checkered tile of the kitchen as I stalked into the ominous basement after grabbing some food and water.

Tip toeing down the creaky wooden steps made my heart beat wildly in my chest. If Wells or one of his guards caught me coming down here, it'd be to the 'special' room for me. But all risks aside, I had to see him. My heart clenched at his gorgeous brown eyes and his infectious smile.

My instincts led me through the dark to the large cage in the corner. His raspy breathing was all I could hear in the big, unfinished basement. The smell of crayons overwhelmed me. My long legs hit the cold concrete floor as I sat in front of the iron bars.

"Angel?" I whispered quietly. My ears picked up on his sheets moving. "Viv?" He finally woke up. He ran up to my location, his eyes have long adapted to this darkness. My hands shakily handed him the ham sandwich and bottle of water as he took it silently.

No noise but his continuous chewing and my panicked breathing could be heard. Despite the unholy hour and the secluded area, we still had to be extremely careful. I could take the punishments Wells handed out like candy, but I'm not too sure Angel could. Not with his condition anyways.

"I love you Angel, never forget that." I whispered as I prepared to depart. We had only silent moments together, but they were precious ones. He said the same to me, causing my heart to ache. My heart did more than ache when the basement light flickered on dangerously quick.

My legs straightened out as I stood up defensively, spinning around to the intruder. Quickly my eyes shut. I didn't want to believe that I'd been caught. There's no way all of us were making it out alive if my husband found out I'd been down here.

"What's going on here?" Our new body guard must have saw me creep downstairs. My eyes fluttered open to see the blond haired man peer his eyes at me in an accusing glare. His honey eyes softened when he saw me shaking. He noticed the skinny boy in the back and his stoic mask turned into a confused one.

"Please don't hurt my little brother. You can do whatever you want to me, just leave him out of this. Please," I begged relentlessly, yet I was calm. Maybe in the past I would have felt shame for begging. But I've learned that shame, pride, and ego are for privileged folks.

I watched the gears turn in his head and everything clicked. His well groomed brows furrowed. "Is that why you play the pretty little housewife despite the abuse?"

I flinched at the word abuse. Angel looked up at me at the word. His young mind doesn't need to know his only family is being beaten. I motioned for us to go upstairs and he nodded, his messy blond locks bouncing up and down. The man gave us a little more personal time by walking up first.

After the light was turned off and I said my goodbyes, I walked upstairs. Quiet as a mouse, he took me to what I presumed to be his room. This scared the living daylights out of me, but I did promise him whatever he wanted.

No light was seen but through the sheer black curtains as the full moon arose. The guard sat on the edge of the bed as I stood in front of him, expecting him to say something. When no words came out of his plump lips, my mind kicked into survival mode; do what's needed to save what you love.

My red fingernails hooked under the flimsy string as I pulled the silk down my body to the floor. Goosebumps formed when the cold air touched my tan skin. He looked at me in awe. As if I was the closest thing to a goddess he would get. Getting up, he quickly paced over to me.

Oh god, what if he's a violent one? Without my command, my body knew to get as far away from him as possible. The naked curves of my butt hit the wall as he approached. Slowly my eyes closed, not wanting to see what would happen to me next. Bum bump, bum bump, bum bump. My heart was going a million miles an hour in my small rib cage. I flinched as something was pressed into my hands.

Soft material was shoved into my dainty hands. He handed me a navy blue robe. My head cocked to my left shoulder in confusion. What the hell? Slowly, I slid my arms through it and tied the warm clothing tight around my body. The fuzzy cloth smelled heavenly, like fresh air. He smiled at me, showing me his full set of white teeth.

"So the only reason why you're even with Wells is because he's blackmailing you?" He asked, choosing his words wisely. I nodded my head, sitting on his comfortable bed with him.

"And why exactly did you try to throw yourself at me? Do you not feel any shame? You're married for goodness sakes!" His words were cold. And boy did they sting. But I laughed. This man was judging me for doing what I'm best at.

"Let's just say that my hell didn't start with Wells. I'm an escort. Well, I used to be one. Before Wells 'married' me." The word married left a sour taste on my tongue as it rolled through my lips. The man sitting next to me gave me an apologetic smile.

I continued on with my life story. "My brother and I were kidnapped from our home in Brazil by American tourists. I was 12, and Angel was just a year old.

Prostitution was my talent. I could rope in men and women like cattle. For three years I was forced to service at least 15 people per day. Until Wells walked into my room one day.

He shot my pimp, Bobby. Once again, I was thrown into a situation I didn't want to be in. My little brother came with us. And for five years, we have both been here. It has been drilled into my head time and time again that my body is all I've got. My body is my number one weapon. So when we came here, I was going to do what I had to. To let me and my brother live in peace," I said, finishing quickly.

When I turned towards him, what I expected to see was not what truly was in front of me. My mind assumed: watery eyes, pity, one too many 'oh-I'm-so-sorry's. Maybe even anger or disgust. Instead, he grabbed my hand in his strong, calloused hand.

"You don't have to worry about anyone finding out about this. And if Wells comes after you again, I want you to scream for me. I'll come running." A small smile blessed his face.

"Thank you," I spoke softly, looking down at my lap. "I don't even know your name, how rude of me! My name is Vivian," I stuck my hand out to shake his. He gave me good vibes. From what I've seen so far, this man is a good one.

His hand grasped mine again, but this time in a firm shake. "Jasper."