The Mafia Boyfriend

The Stitcher

As my consciousness returned to me, after being drugged with what I could only assume as Chloroform, I felt groggy, with sandpaper for a tongue. My eyes didn't need to adjust as I saw nothing but the darkness around me. 

I was seated in what seemed like a wooden chair (that was not that comfortable by the way) tied with my arms on the back of it. I tried squinting my eyes to see better in the unlit room, but there was no chance. I couldn't tell if it was someone's living room or a cage. It could have been both, for all I know. I tapped my toes on the floor, listening to the resonating sound of it, acknowledging the cement under me. Probably a basement. The smell in the air of something rotting and vile terrified me. What had this room been used for...? 

I tested my voice, trying to call for whoever had put me there. At least I wanted to know what the hell they wanted.

- H-Hello? - I tried. I felt crazy screaming into the blackness. No response. 

Dammit, I was so in a basement about to me murdered. 

- I'm awake now. Just come out already!

As I screamed the last few words, I heard a door lock opening and saw a pinch of light emerging into the room.

One gorilla entered, wearing a fading Led Zeppelin t-shirt. I recognized him as one of the Alex's carriers into the ER.

Great. So the Gang Leader had me kidnapped. I should have known that meeting the leader of Cinco was not a good omen. When I thought my life couldn't go more down hill in the men department, the first man who actually shows some interest in me in such a long time happens to be a gang leader who kidnaps me to get my attention. Just great.

- Ms. A. - He calls. My nickname sounds disgusting coming from his lips. He should keep my name out of his greasy mouth. Now, I'm not usually the verbally aggressive type, but this whole losing consciousness and waking up in a basement really evoked some Hulk vibes in me. - The Boss would like to have a word.

- Oww, so would I, believe me. - I speak my words out with crisp. I am beyond mad at these baboons. - Now, where is he and why the hell am I strapped to a chair? It's not like I'm gonna hit all of you and escape, c'mon.

- I see you still keep that pretty mouth working, A. 

Alex appears from behind the goon, dressed in a muscle hugging light grey shirt and black suit pants. He smirks with his lips, showing little to no teeth at all. His grey eyes pierce through my body. God, he looks hot - is my first thought. A true sight for sore eyes. I shake the thought from my mind, I can't get distracted now.

His presence seems overbearing, like he can occupy the whole room with just being there. His hands shoved inside his pockets make me distrustful. Like he is meaning to hide something. Suddenly I feel suffocated with the fear of why has he brought me here.

He strode slowly to where I was, his expensive leather shoes also resonating on the cement. He then proceeds to bent down behind my back. His cologne is an inviting smell in this disgusting room. I couldn't help myself but to take a small whiff. I felt him untied my very sore wrists. I was thankful for that gesture. But not thankful enough to be nice.

- What do you want, Mr. Amistad? I'm sure it would have been much easier to just talk to me. - I bark sarcastically.

- Now, but that wouldn't exactly make you listen to a Gang Leader, would it? I have been tracking you for the last few days, A., and I can tell that you are not exactly stupid enough to get inside a car with Chico here. - Chico, the now named gorilla, bowed his head for a second.

My eyes widened with realization. I hadn't been crazy!

- I knew it! I saw him a few days ago, but I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. Why would you do that? What would you want with me?  What could I--?

I was interrupted in my train wreck of loud thoughts by Alex, who cleared his throat. My blabbering mouth always tricked me.

- No need to panic, A. I mean no harm. But I do need something from you. So I'm gonna make an offer you can't reject. I need you to work for me.

- No!! I can't smuggle drugs, I can't! I just-- I can't! I don't have the gut for it! 

- A. - His sudden serious tone made me immediately quiet. His smirk was gone, like he was losing his patience. Why couldn't I just keep quiet sometimes?

- What I need you to do is much simpler than that. Something that your set of skills can accomplish. I need you to work for me as a Stitcher.

A Stitcher? This was a profession? It's not like my clothes making skills were a thing. 

Oh, he had meant his forehead. 

Suddenly, it all made sense. He had been pleased with my stitching job. And now wanted me to stitch up all of his friends? Weird definition of orgy. My humor also came up when I got nervous.

- Why me? - Was all I could say. Because I was actually curious. Why me? I was only a young nurse who came from a small town with small people. I had no real time for friends or men and I mostly kept myself buried in work. 

Oh. 

I soon realized that those things made me into the perfect candidate. I wouldn't really have many people looking for me if something went wrong. And my boss wouldn't really care if I stopped coming, I was just one more number under the hospital's statistics. Many people stopped coming to work because of how stressful it was. My existence was that bleak. I thought of my poor stepdad, and how it would kill him when he found out I had been murdered and my fingerless body put in some ditch in the middle of nowhere.

- Because, enfermera, although it's said that you shouldn't mix business with pleasure, I would want nothing more. And those pretty lips and brain of yours sold me. I need you.

Heat waves started rising in my body as a response to that last statement. All of my clothes felt too tight, too suffocating. My face warmed up too much in that humid basement, like it could melt ice cubes if I wanted. I prayed that you couldn't really tell in the darkness. Because I knew. I knew I couldn't refuse his offer, fearing my life otherwise. But I also knew that I couldn't refuse because the dangerous offer he was making was all I ever wanted ever since he had came inside my ER. 

If this turns out to be some Titanic tragedy crap, I'm gonna be so pissed.