Mr. Mafia

Four

The man wasn't kidding when he said he would take care of it. I awoke to the sound of a billion cats screeching.

Well not really. But I found my phone ringing on the dresser repeatedly. I covered my head over with a pillow. And prayed it would stop.

But it didn't.

After five minutes of me groaning and moving around. I finally woke up. And for once in a year and half, I was able to sleep.

Maybe it was the bed.

Or maybe it was the fact that I was just really tired. Because there is no way in hell that after  I've been kidnapped, I would be able to sleep.

No, I'm definitely tired.

i got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to pee, but i stopped dead in my tracks. There was a little black dress hanging from the shower and on the toilet were a pair of black flats. There was no note or nothing. I guess this is my uniform. It was a pretty short dress, something i wouldn't be comfertable in, but it's whatever. I didn't want to pick a fight on my first day.

I noticed on my sink, that there was a brand new toothbrush and toothpaste but i also noticed that my face wash that was back at Ricci's place. That's when my heart sank.

They went through my stuff and came in while i was sleeping.

Gross.

Then i realized that they had to find a way to get in my phone.  I had a password and it was weird that my alarm went off.

Did they go through my messages?

I shrugged the thought off. I'm just really paranoid. I grabbed the toothpaste and my toothbrush and started brushing my teeth. I had pretty straight white teeth, but that was after a year, almost two years of braces.

Some people would say i'm pretty. but i disagree. I may have a skinny waist, but it was never always like that. I had to work my ass of to get a skinny waist. I spit out the paste and i wiped my mouth.

I slipped on the tight dress and groaned. I could barely breathe in it. I looked like saussage being stuffed. Not to mention it was pretty short. I tried my best to pull it down but it was no use. I sighed and tried to put on the flats but they didn't fit.

My feet were too big. These were a size 5 and i was a size seven sometimes seven and a half.  I just went back to my duffle bag and slipped on my converse. I quickly checked the time at it was already six thirty.

i rolled my eyes and i slipped on a shrug t cover up. I hope the man or whatever the fuck his name was, to be okay with it. I couldn't find a hair tie in my bag, so i left my black wavy hair down.  I really wanted a shower, but i told myself that i would take a shower late in the night. I quickly sprayed purfume and headed out.

As i was walking though the background, i couldn't help but smile. This place was really something else. For god's sake, everything sparkled.

The sun was just rising and it was beautiful. It was chilly outside and I could smell nature, if that was a thing and my face felt like it could breathe.

Living here is a dream

As i walked towards the back door. I noticed a man on his knees, taking care of a rose bush.

This must be Jose, the gardener. I smiled. "Hi." i said creeping behind the man.

"Oh hi." the man said. Jose was pretty tanned and short. But he looked fairly, young. Maybe 35 or so.

"You must be Jose, i'm Maria." i said extending my hand out and he raised an eyebrow and he shook my hand.

"Hi Maria. Did he just hire you?" Jose said. I noticed he had a slight accent but other than that, he spoke perfect English.