Call Me Yours

Chapter 3 - Rat

Chapter 3
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Mia
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He wanted me to do what? Bitch ass Dante explained this little 'favour' he wanted. He wanted me to 'infiltrate his mafia enemies'. So he wanted me to be a mole for him. Why couldn't he do it himself? Fuck no. My mind raced as I plotted ways to escape.

Dante clicked his fingers in-front of my face, snapping me back to reality.

"Umm, no thanks", I stuttered.

He tilted his head to the side,

"No thanks? Che cosa, what do you mean no thanks."

"I mean I'm honoured you think I'm fit for the job but, you know, I just don't think it's for me. I'd like to pass."

The sound of his menacing laugh filled my ears.

"I'm sorry, Bella did it fucking look like I was asking you?"

I just gulped.

"I fucking thought so. Alonzo portala di sopra. Take her upstairs."

Beefy aka Alonzo stirred from his peaceful nap and jumped up.

"Si, boss."

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Alonzo guided my poor shivering self out of the dingy looking basement up to a fairly normal looking house. Well. It was big, but normal compared to the jail cell I was taken out of. Alonzo pointed to a door at the end of a long hallway.

"Inside."

I wondered if his language skills were limited considering the few words of English I'd heard him speak had been said in such a thick accent that I barely understood them.

I followed where he'd pointed and entered the room. It reminded me of a hotel room. So this was it, I just settled in like I was on some sort of vacation? I walked around the room taking everything in, the fancy bed, the huge tv, the snacks on the table. Wait, snacks? I practically ran over to the table and found every snack I could dream of awaiting me.

Just as I was stuffing my face, which was fair considering I hadn't eaten in about a year, at least it felt like it, a thought crossed my mind. The window. My head whipped around to look at the window. I walked over to see how far the drop would be, only to discover the window didn't actually open, there was no handle. Shit.

My second thought was to break it but after attempting to punch it once and feeling like I'd broken my knuckles I decided that was a no go. I glanced back over at the snack table, maybe this wasn't the worst it could be.

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About 2 hours had passed and I'd taken a shower and finally change out of my ugly work apron, I decided to make myself at home and get super comfy in the bed. Just as I was struggling to get the tv to work there was a knock on the door. Wow, so polite for mafia members, they knocked on their victims doors?

The kidnapper himself walked in, though I didn't remember replying to his knock, but whatever.

"Well, I see you've made yourself at home, bella." His grey eyes shone. He seemed to be in a better mood than he'd been in earlier.

"I mean you left me in wet clothes to get hypothermia and if I die I won't exactly be able to do this favour for you."

He raised an eyebrow at my comment but didn't lose his shit. Phew. He was too unpredictable and I couldn't keep my mouth shut.

"Are you hungry?" He asked.
Had I eaten basically all the snacks that were in the room? Yes. Was I still hungry? Of course.

He led me downstairs to a dining table and had me sit down. I eyed the food that had already been laid out. It looked like some sort of fancy feast made for royalty. Wow. Was this what it was like being rich? I sat down at the table opposite Dante and watched as he poured himself a drink. He watched me as I eyed the food, waiting for him to tell me to tuck in.

A grin crossed over his face as I was pretty sure
he could see my eagerness.

"Help yourself, bella."

Wow, this was not a movie kind of kidnapping experience. Was it bad to say I'd do this again minus the shit from earlier? This felt more like a stay at a fancy hotel. I tucked into the, what felt like, 100 course meal and I felt pregnant by the end of it. Dante had just smoked the whole time silently. It felt somewhat like an awkward first date but I was too distracted by food to care.

"May I ask how old you are?" Here we go. This was me not knowing how to keep my mouth shut again. I'd been watching him in between munching on bread sticks and though the look in his eyes made him look far older than me, he had a young face. He had no sign of facial hair and despite the tattoos and slightly tired look he could probably pass as late teens or early early 20s. But what would such a young be doing running a criminal organisation. All leaders I'd seen in movies were like 50.

"No you may not." His friendly demeanour seemed to disappear whenever I spoke too much so I made a note to work on shutting my mouth. Though I knew that wouldn't happen.

"Mkay."

I got a sudden temptation to ask where he bought his fancy cutlery from, my Mom would love it, but luckily I was cut off by him before I could embarrass myself.

"So, you'll be taken tomorrow by one of my men where you'll meet them. I'm warning you now, if you act up this will be much harder for you."

"Meet who exactly?" I asked. He'd finally decided to share details on how he was using me as a rat.

"You'll see."

Just then a woman walked in, she was dressed fancily and fit right in with the whole rich people aesthetic. I suddenly felt uncomfortable in the sweats I'd found in 'my room'.

"This is Paola. She's here to," he paused for a moment as if trying to find the right word, "to fix you, before tomorrow."

My jaw literally dropped.

"Excuse me? Fix me?" I sounded visibly offended, which I was, had he really just called me ugly, like too ugly to get his job done in this state? Wow this was low.

He shrugged, but I saw the dart of a warning look he gave me, he leaned over the table, putting out his cigarette and standing up. His poor lungs. Paola walked over to me and he took that as a cue to disappear once again. I suddenly took back what I'd thought about how this was slightly enjoyable. I felt a sudden wave of sadness and wanted to go home.

'Ciao!' Paola said, making herself comfortable on the chair beside me and eyeing me. I could literally see her taking mental notes on everything about my face that she needed to fix. Gosh, was she judging my unthreaded eyebrows? Mind your business Paola, some of us have busy lives. I sighed. Let's get this shit over with.

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A/N- new main character intro next chapter ;)