Letters To The Mafia Don

XIV

A gunshot. One single gunshot. A bullet fired out of his gun and into a mans skull, imbedding into his head and shutting down his entire body until his heart stopped beating and his blood stopped flowing. A bullet that cost him his life.

His body was on top of me, still warm but slowly turning to its chilling temperature. His eyes hadn't clouded over yet, I could see his pain in his dilated pupils, the realisation that he was going to die and he had. He died in seconds. My body shook violently as a sob, one after the other, vibrated through my body.

"I'm here you're safe now." His voice assured me that I was safe, yet I felt anything but that. I knew I was in danger the second I met him, the second I put that pen down on the piece of paper.

"Stay away from me." I utter back. "You killed someone."

One single gunshot, but this time it was for me.

I shot up from the bed, sitting in the middle of the mattress gasping for breath. It was dark, the only light in the room was from the moon shining through the open window. I pressed my hand flat against my naked chest and felt the harsh beats of my heart pumping ten times faster than normal. I looked down at my chest and noticed that I was only in a bra, I lifted the duvet and saw my knickers. I am practically naked.

"I didn't think you would like me changing you into something of mine." I gasped in shock as his voice echoed through the dark room, which I presumed was his bedroom. I grabbed the duvet tightly in my fists and lifted it up to my chin.

"We didn't- oh god, did we?" I stuttered. Maybe that dream wasn't real, maybe it was all fake.

"No, we didn't. I prefer my women conscious, Charlotte. Under the circumstances of last night, I don't think it would have been good if we had." Flashbacks of the mans body flashed in my mind, the dream was real. My face contorted into one of what was fear, I jumped back away from him, not caring that I was only in my underwear, and rushed out of bed before hiding in the corner of the room. The moonlight shone brightly against my pale skin, filling ever crease on my body to perfection. I spotted my phone on the table next to me and grabbed it before pressing three simple numbers.

"What are you doing Charlotte?" He stood from the armchair he had previously been sat in. He, daringly, stepped forward walking closer towards me. My phone was in my hand, face up as I showed Julian the number I was going to dial. "Mio amorè, you wouldn't want to call the police if you knew what was good for you." [my love] His face darkened, a one o'clock shadow covered the left side of his face, brushing over the day old stubble.

"You killed someone Julian! You killed someone and you expect me not to call the police! That's violating ever rule in the book!" My voice shook as I yelled at him, my hand couldn't stop shaking as I started to relive the feeling of the mans blood painting my skin.

"Charlotte, I did that for you-"

"For me? I never asked you to kill someone! I would never do that!" Salt water was glazing over my eyes making them shine under the moonlight that beamed through his open window in his bedroom.

"Delete that number or you will be in his exact position." He growled. I flinched at his tone.

"I hate you." He smiled sadly.

"I do not doubt that, mio amorè." [My love] I could feel the tears slowly cascade down my cheek, turning them red with each tear that escaped my eyes.

"Why are you doing this?" My eyes were glassy, I couldn't see him very well from the blur of the tears.

"Because I have waited months to have you," He snorted as if he couldn't believe he was saying it, "I waited and I finally have you, in front of me. Not willingly but you're here." His face darkened once more and he glared at me with those chocolate, brown eyes. "You're not allowed to leave until I know you will keep your mouth shut." He took a threatening step forward, followed by another one and another until he was directly in front me me, leering over me. "I'll take you to your room tomorrow." He pressed a soft, innocent kiss on my forehead. I almost cried at the unexpected gentleness.

"Okay." I whispered, not knowing why I was accepting this so easily. I could easily run behind him and leave all of this behind me, going straight to the police and telling them everything, telling them to lock this monster up. But I couldn't, something was pulling me to stay here, as we are now, only his arms would be around me and I would melt into his warm touch.

"I'll sleep somewhere else tonight. Don't lay on your back too much, you have stitches and I don't want them to rip." He pressed his lips to my cheek this time, my eyes closed as I drunk in his warm touch. "I'll see you in the morning, Charlotte." I shivered as I no longer felt his touch, the door closed and I finally opened my eyes again as I realised I was alone. The tears no longer stayed behind the wall I had built over them.

I eyes the bed and reluctantly moved from my spot, climbing back into the bed laying on my side as I dismissed the pain that shot through my back when I laid down. I deleted the number and turned my phone off, feeling some broken glass prick my skin, I ignored the sharp scratches it made on my palm and gripped it even tighter as I cried.

I have to accept my fate, this is how life will be for now. Only until I find my escape or until I get him to trust me. I will find a way out, even if I get hurt in the process I will get out of here.