Their Trophy

THAT TWAT!

Sedona's POV

     The light from my window shines into my room onto my face.

'Why didn't I close that before I went to sleep last night? And holy pepper jack cheese, my head is pounding. Never again. Nope. It's not for me. My bed feels extra comfortable this morning. I really have to pee.' All of these random thoughts bounce around in my head.

I roll over onto my back and open my eyes. What I see immediately lets me know that this is not my room. I definitely don't have a mirror on my ceiling. Where in the hello am I? I start to hyperventilate.

"Calm down, Donny. Just calm down and think." I say out loud to myself. The last thing I remember was sitting at the bar with...and then I...and then he...

"THAT TWAT!!" I scream at the top of my lungs. "UGH!! I knew something was wrong with him!" I got up off the bed to see that I had on different clothes than yesterday. "Oh poop. Please don't tell me he changed me." I said, looking up to the ceiling. I make my way around the room and start to open doors. The first one was a huge closet with men's clothing and the second door was locked. The third door I tried led to a hallway. I was surprised that this door would be open. I step out then remember that I have to pee. I try the fourth door and thankfully it's the bathroom. After doing my business I wash my hands and look under the sink for a toothbrush. I know I know, should be trying to escape but I still taste all the liquor I drank last night. I also found some ibuprofen.

I make my way out of the bathroom only to run into a wall.

"Good morning." he says offering me a hand. I just glared at it.

"I'll stay down here, thank you." I sneered.  "Something told me not to trust you."

"Good thing you did not listen, yes? Probably would have made it a little more difficult for me."

"What is the point of this? What could you possibly gain from kidnaping me?" I asked with a shrug.

"Well I'm glad you asked Bambi. You see, I am what most people would call a mob boss. I am the boss of the Italian Mafia. And you father bambina, is my number one rival. He has something of mine, and I'm going to need it back." 

"And you think you can get it back by threatening him with me?" I asked.

"Indeed." he said matter of factly.

"Well that's where you wrong. My father doesn't give a rat's behind about me. All he cares about is himself. Therefore, you are poop out of luck."

"You wound me time and time again, cazzo. I like to plan ahead. I have prepared for every worse case scenario. For example, if you had been married, I would have killed him. For this situation, I have decided that you will marry me."

I blinked once and burst into laughter. I laughed so hard my tummy started to ache and my eyes started to water.

"You can't be serious. I would never marry you." I say, after calming down.

"You see, that is where you are wrong. You do not have a choice. You will marry me. You will tell your father that you are getting married, but you will not tell him to whom you are getting married. If you do not agree, your mother's life will act as payment for you uncooperative decision. So you understand bambina."

"Yes. But only because you've dragged my mother into this, and because I would do anything to see my father suffer."

"Good. Now it is important that you know that you are not being held captive. You may come and go as you please, you will just have a security detail with you at all times." he explained.