Affection from a Mafia

Chapter Three

"My mother...She was abusive. She smoked, a lot. This one day, she was drinking and smoking at the same time. She must've been drunk when she did this. She was sitting outside in the backyard. I went outside to ask if I could go somewhere with my, at the time, girlfriend. She didn't say anything. Then, I realized she was mad. I didn't know why, but she was. She took a handful of hot ash and threw it at me. It got in my eyes and it burned my face. Then my father took me away from there to the hospital. Then after we got back, we packed our things and found this place, leaving mother to fend for herself. I'm still scarred. I hate how it looks. That's why I hide it."

The next day was friday. Just a day after my kidnapping. The alarm next to my bed woke me up for school. There was another beautiful dress. It was a knee length, white silk dress. I put it on, along with a pair of white flats that were right at my feet. Next to my right hand that rested on the vanity, was a pair of pearl earrings and a pearl necklace. Once I had changed, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," The door opened. "Good morning, Corrina."

"Good morning, Ms Perez. Your hair and makeup."

I sat in a chair that she pulled up to the vanity. She applied foundation to my face. Then she put light brown eye shadow, gently, to my eye lids. Then mascara, and light pink blush.

I applied the dark red lipstick myself as she braided my hair into a fishtail braid.

"Thank you, Corinna."

She nodded, packed up all the make-up, and headed for the door.

"Corinna," She turned. "My phone?"

She sighed and handed it to me. "I shouldn't be giving this to you."

"Why?" I wondered.

"You could call for an escape."

I scoffed. "The one person I'd call for help would be my dad. He never helps me with anything. I have no reason to call for help. I'm starting to care less."

I grabbed my backpack from the walk-in closet, and headed to the front door.

"Yvette?" I turned and there was my personal nightmare.

"Jones, hello."

"Hello," He replied. "I shall give you a ride today. If you biked you'd ruin your lovely dress." He eyed me and smirked. I was so glad I had school that day.

"If you insist."

His car was glorious! It was a Mercedes, dark blue and tinted windows. He opened the front passenger for me, and I got in. He closed the door, I buckled my seatbelt, and he was already next to me, starting the car. The ride was exhilarating. We were at Sunset in fifteen minutes tops. He got out of the car as I unbuckled. He opened the door for me and I got out.

"I will be right here when you are done with your classes. Do not make me wait."

He got back in his car, I shut the door and he drove away. When I got out my phone to check the time, and I noticed my nails were still the red ones. I turned my phone off and sighed.

"You can do this." I told myself. I took a deep breath and walked inside.

When I entered the building, a few heads turned. I blushed when a senior winked at me. I was a little late, so I went straight to gym. When I arrived, I went to the girls locker room to change. I opened my locker, and I saw my uniform was gone. In its place, sat a note and I read it.

" 'If you got all sweaty, you'd ruin your dress. Tell your teacher you are not feeling well. Then go to room 207. I will be there. ~B.R.' "

It took me a while to figure out who 'B.R' was. Then I remembered Blaze Ryker. I walked out and over to Coach Lind.

"Coach, I'm not feeling too well. May I go to the nurse?"

"Yes," He said after thinking. "Go."

"Thank you, sir."

I left the gym with the note hidden in my hand. I made my way to the room.

"Two-oh-seven.." I opened the door when I arrived, and shut it quietly behind me. It was super dark in there, being that only the lights were off.

"Blaze." I whispered.

"You came." He replied

"I didn't want to be in gym anyway."

"Do you know why you're here?"

"No. Nor why you're here."

"The 'master' wished me to tell you his name. He's afraid you'll be frightened though."

"Is it that bad?"

He nodded.

I pondered a little bit. I did feel nervous, but I was not frightened. Was his name really that terrible?

"How bad could it be?" I thought to myself.

"Well?"

"He can't tell me himself?" I asked, curious and suspicious.

"He's. . .afraid to, Ms Perez."

"He shouldn't have to be! Besides, he knows my father won't do anything, so I have no reason to leave right now. He should take advantage of that. And please, my name is Yvette."

He wants me to tell you. Will you listen to me?"

I paused. A man whom wants me to marry him can't even tell me his name. He sends a servant to tell me instead. My mind was everywhere. From Xander, to Jones, and now to this shit with Blaze. So much was happening and I couldn't say anything. It was as if my voice was stolen from me.

I sighed, finding my voice. "Fine. I'll listen. But on one condition."

"Yes?" He seemed amused.

"Never, ever take my phone again."

"Only if you promise not to call anyone."

"Deal." We shook hands and I prepared to hear his name.

"You're sure you want to know?"

"Positive." Only I wasn't positive at all.

He paused and took a deep breath, as did I. "His name is 'Lucifer'."

Then everything went black.