Il Mio Capo Mafioso Italiano

XVIII

Two weeks later

Mavery's POV:

Two weeks have passed since my first night at the club. Since then, I have started working the two jobs. Thankfully, they have been a lot less eventful then my first days.

Somehow, Lorenzo found out what Rachel had done to my work, and he fired her. I have no idea how he found out, when I asked he responded with: "I know everything."

Over the time, Lorenzo and I have come pretty close. No, we are not exactly nice to each other, and most of our conversations are me being sassy and him giving me the same old threats that he never fulfills. But we have grown to like the others company, or at least I have grown to like his. A few nights we have even watched a movie together, and once he took me out from work to lunch. I am starting to trust him a lot, and it scares me.

I haven't heard from my father once over the past few weeks, which doesn't surprise me. All I know about his life right now is that he is going into large amounts of debts to different people, (I know this from working as Lorenzo's assistant). I am happy my pathetic excuse of a father is losing his small 'empire' but a part of me is scared he will sell me off again. And yes, living here is so much better then being at home, but I don't know if the next person I'm sold to will be as nice as Lorenzo.

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The next morning

Today is Saturday, so I have no work until later tonight, meaning I slept in until 10:00.

I have actually been able to get some full nights of sleep the past few weeks. I still get nightmares but not nearly as bad as I used to.

Here I am, laying in bed staring at the ceiling, not wanting to get up. Lorenzo left last night for a business meeting in Pennsylvania, so he won't be home until tomorrow morning, so I am pretty much alone for the day until tonight.

I sigh and force myself out of bed. When I turn to make the bed though, my heart stops.

Blood stains are all over the white sheets. My period.

My hand cups my face, I had completely forgot about that...

Shit.

I quickly run to the bathroom and search for a pad or tampon, but come up empty handed. I slip into clean shorts and underwear, and stuff my panties with toilet paper, praying it will last long enough for me to find something.

I debate calling Lorie, the maid, but then I remember it is the weekend, and she is home with her family.

"Are you fucking kidding me!" I scream, my hands grasping my hair and tugging on it.

I could just try and sneak to the store to buy some! The thought comes into my mind, but seems far fetched. Lorenzo probably has this place crawling with security, and I am not about to ask one of those buff men for a tampon.

After half an hour of me searching every nook and cranny of every bathroom in the penthouse, nothing. I mean why would a man in his 20s who lives alone just keep tampons in his bathrooms?

I finally gather the courage to leave the penthouse and go to the store. I have a 20 dollar bill that I may have stolen from Lorenzo's drawer in his room, but it is his fault he didn't think to supply me with this stuff.

I ended up making it the whole way to the lobby before a guard spotted me. I bolted.

Out of the building I was at a dead sprint, which was matched with the guard chasing me.  He looked to be a little older, and bigger, so I bet I could outrun him. After turning about twenty corners, and dodging many pedestrians, I think I lost him. I stop for a second to catch my breath, taking this time to admire the city, before starting to search for any kind of store.

It doesn't take long before I stumble upon a grocery store. I am in and out in less than ten minutes with all the supplies I will need for a while. That wasn't so hard was it?

I start making my way back. It isn't hard to miss one of the tallest buildings in New York, so I didn't struggle with finding my way back.

The second I stepped into the lobby I was seized by two men and dragged into an elevator that was tucked away in the back of the lobby. They had to use a special key to open it. The men didn't say a word to me as the elevator opened, revealing a scary looking dungeon thing.

There were several cells, all with dried blood all over the floors and walls. I was thrown onto the ground, and one more man emerged from a door that was down here. "She ran away sir. Or tried to." One man said, one of the ones who dragged me here. Standing up I decided to defend myself a little by saying: "If I was trying to run away why would I come back genius?" I hissed at him, holding up my grocery bag. The third man didn't like this apparently, because he responded with a slap across my face.

He snatched the bag from my hand and opened it to see what it was, then burst out laughing. "Very funny." I rolled my eyes. His expression turned from a laugh to a cold one at my words. He turned and dropped the bag into a trash can. I started to argue with him, but he cut me off.

"Just because you didn't run away doesn't mean you shouldn't be punished for leaving without permission." He said, cracking his knuckles, a wicked smile on his face. "Lorenzo wouldn't-

"Lorenzo, gave me strict instructions to not let you leave. . .What kind of guard would I be if I didn't punish a prisoner for leaving without permission?"

He snapped at the other two men, signaling for them to leave.

Then he dragged me into one of the cells while I helplessly clawed and kicked to try and escape his grasp. This man was at least over 6'2, and almost as well built as Lorenzo. I was no match against him.

He threw me onto the ground, I instantly flipped around to face him, not liking the idea of him being out of my sight.

"You know you are a very pretty girl, Mavery is it?" He says while walking closer to me.

No no no no no....I see the look in his eyes. The same look that was in Ivar's eyes the night he tried to rape me.