Il Mio Capo Mafioso Italiano

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After a short limo ride we pull up to an enormous hotel with the name Mancini in big bold letters at the top. How subtle is that?
"Don't talk to anyone, don't stop for any reason. Just follow me." He says, opening the limo door. He is probably embarrassed to be seen with me. I mean, I'm in old, smelly, baggy clothes and he is in a sharp dark black suit.

Not wanting to make him mad, or make a scene, I do what he told me to do and quickly follow behind him into a private elevator at the back of the lobby. "Fancy" I say, touching my fingers to the gold buttons. "Is this real?" I ask right as the door opens. Completely ignoring me, he exits the elevator and makes me follow him. "I'm going to assume that it is real." The room we enter has a gorgeous diamond chandelier hanging from the tall ceiling that overlooks all of New York. "Is this your penthouse!?" I say while running up to the windows and looking down to the ground from what seems to be 80 floors away.

"Great observation." He says, his words laced with sarcasm. "No need to be rude." I tell him, and peel my eyes away from the beautiful view. "Because I don't trust you, and neither does anyone else that works for me, you will be staying in here until I can trust you to stay on a different floor."

"No way in hell I am living with you." I angrily tell him. What if he is like my father?! What if he is worse than my father?

"You will do whatever I tell you to do, whenever I tell you to do it. Not be thankful that I don't ship you to a strip club you bitch." He snaps at me, grabbing my wrist hard enough for me to feel a twinge of pain. "Y-y- you're hurting m-me" I whimper, trying to hold back tears. He aggressively drops my hand and storms to the elevator, leaving me here.

I pull up my sleeve to see a small bruise starting to form where he had touched me. Is this how my life here is going to be? A tear streams down my face.

"Mavery is it?" An unfamiliar male voice says. I immediately pull down my sleeve, hoping whoever this was didn't see my cut scars. "Y-yes?" I answer, wiping the tear away, and putting up my facade. A man makes his way down the elegant staircase, he looks at me with gorgeous hazel eyes. He looked about the same age as Lorenzo. He also looked like a total fuckboy.

"I am Elijah, I was instructed to get you settled into your room." He winked.

Elijah had dirty blonde hair. He was pretty tall, but not as tall as Lorenzo. He was undeniably handsome, but not really my type. Come on Mavery since when did you ever have a type. The only encounters you have had with men have all ended with being hurt.

I nodded and went upstairs with him. He kept not so subtly winking or leaving flirtatious remarks towards me. When we finally arrived at what I presumed was my room, he opened the door and motioned me inside. I walked in before him and felt a slap on my ass. "Excuse you?!" I angrily yell at him. His cocky fuckboy look completely disappeared. "I'm not a violent person, but if you lay your filthy hands on my again, I will not hesitate to slap your dumb face."

I hope he didn't see how scared I was behind my fake toughness. If he really wanted to do something to me, he had the power and the strength to. He was way taller than me, you could see his muscles from underneath the grey t shirt he has on. I'm really screwed aren't I.

"Hey my bad." He put his hands in the air and took a step back, "Everything you need is in this room and the bathroom. If you are hungry just push the button by your nightstand and the maid will come take your order for food." With that, he left me in the room and shut the door behind him.

The fuck just happened? Did someone just... respect what I had to say?

Okay so maybe I'm starting to like Elijah. That doesn't change the fact that he slapped my ass without consent though. But he had me all alone in a bedroom and he respected me and listened to what came out of my mouth. First male-encounter that ended with me feeling happy. That's good!

I inspected the room I had been left in. It was decorated completely different from my old room, which I can't complain about. Gray bedsheets covered the king bed that sat in the center of the massive bedroom. There was an enormous window that looked over the city, just like in the living room. I pranced over to a door that I assumed was a closet to find a walk in closet that was almost bigger than the bedroom itself.

It was filled with some of my old clothes that I had never worn, and some new ones that Lorenzo must've sent somebody to get. I searched for something that would cover my whole body but there was literally nothing. All the clothes were extremely revealing. It's not that I am insecure about my body, I just don't want to flaunt my scars and bruises. Hopefully Lorenzo put makeup in the bathroom.

I finally decide on the most unrevealing outfit, a simple white tank body suit and jean shorts with a flower design on the bottom. Then I put on a simple peach jacket to cover the scars on my back.

Then I made my way to the bathroom and was pleased to find a makeup cabinet full of my favorite brands. That's not creepy at all.

I was not in the mood to shower so I started applying the makeup all over my body. Then I washed my face, covered the bruises with makeup, and brushed my teeth. According to the alarm clock that sits on my expensive looking night stand, it is 4:05 PM.

I debate pushing the button to call for the maid to come make me food but I decide that I am fully capable of cooking for myself.

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I entered the kitchen that look like it had never been cooked in before. I opened the pantry and got a sudden urge to make brownies. I wasn't really allowed sweets at my old house because 'Nobody will every love you if you are fat' my father would tell me.

Well my father isn't here right now. A smile spreads across my face and I start mixing together different ingredients. Then I throw it into the oven and plop down on the luxurious white leather couch that is in front of a massive television. In order to kill some time before the brownies are done....I grab the remote for the TV and flip to the news to see what's happening in the world.

I hear a ding and for a split second I think my brownies are done, but to my dismay the elevator slides open and reveals a pissed off looking Lorenzo Mancini.