My Mafia Marriage

17

Time freezes as Enzo's frantic words register in my mind. My eyes land on Dave, the person who is after me and wants me for ungodly reasons, fearing the situation I put myself in. Snapping myself back into reality, I give him a nervous smile as I pushed myself off the barstool, hoping to get out of here, but it was far too late.

As my feet hit the floor Dave's bruising grip was on my forearm, dragging me back towards him. In a weak attempt to escape, I tried to pull my arm away from him, but he only smirked in response, finding my lack of strength amusing.

"You won't be needing this anymore," he mocked as he took my earpiece out and smashed it underneath his black boot.

Fear overpowers all my senses as I stare frozen into the horrific eyes of my capture, who cut off my contact with Ace and Enzo. The reality of not being able to hear their voices is making me panic. They at least gave me some sort of support, strength, and calmness just by hearing them and knowing they can hear me, which I now won't have.

My body trembles as I stare at the shattered pieces underneath his boot feeling as if it's ironic in this situation. It represents me, the shattered pieces under his boot as I'm pathetic, broken, and completely under his control.

His gutwrenching smile captures my attention, making me feel as if he can see my defeat from his simple action.

"Did you know that you are mine now, sweetie pie?"

"W- What do you mean?"

"You were quite expensive, Natalia, but now that I see you in person, I can tell that you will be worth it."

My eyebrows scrunch in confusion at his words, not understanding him. He can't buy someone, let alone a grown woman like myself. My only logical explanation is that he is trying to frighten me even more, which is working.

"You are lying!" I spat.

His eyes skim down my body, looking at me as if I'm a prize he just won, making me shift uncomfortably in my spot. A wide smile displays on his lips as he shrugged his boney shoulders, not caring if I believe him or not. His lack of concern makes me gulp down my fears, suddenly believing him.

"It wasn't that hard to get Mike to sell you, and now that you are mine, I can do whatever I please with you."

His words are the nail to my coffin, sealing my fate as I know he means precisely what he says from his history of trafficking women. Mike did sell me to Dave as if I were nothing. The hurt in my heart is something I don't want to feel, but it's undeniably there. It's not unbelievable that Mike sold me because he would do just about anything for money, yet no matter how horribly he treated me, I grew up with him, and whether it's a trauma bond or not, I'll always be connected to him in some way, so it hurts. He has done a lot to me, but selling me like I'm some replaceable object hurts more than I'd ever like to admit.

My anger rises not only at Mike but myself too. I'm weak, and men have always treated me as if I'm nothing, which I'm tired of. My life is miserable, and nobody has ever treated me the way I'm supposed to be treated. Men have always tossed me away once they got what they wanted from me, never giving me the love and care I so desperately need. I was hoping Enzo would be different, yet he's only proven he's the same. He gets what he wants, then tosses me aside and pushes me away.

Dave pulling me closer causes the anger hidden within my heart and soul to combust. He's another man in my life that wants nothing but to use me. He bought me and plans to turn me into his sex slave or prostitute as if that's all I'm meant for. I'm done feeling like all I'm good for is my body.

"Get the fuck off of me," I growled out, with authority in my voice that I didn't know I possessed.

He snickered in response, not threatened by my warning or tone. Instead of getting upset at his disrespect, I use it to my advantage. Dave underestimating me gives me the perfect opportunity to escape.