Il Mio Capo Mafioso Italiano

XXV

Mavery's POV:

I managed to stop my crying and slip into an outfit that was laid out for me. What choice did I have?

I felt nothing less than disgusting in the purple lingerie set that I was wearing, and four-inch heels. I tied my hair into a low ponytail, and hid my moms locked under a table in the room. I couldn't have it get taken away from me.

The makeup is supposed to be to cover bruises, but right now I don't give a fuck so I just completely ignore it.

I pick up the face covering, and hopelessly try to figure out how to put it on. After a good 40 seconds of struggling, I think I put it on right. It is barely see through from the inside, but to everyone else my face is hidden. It is also extremely hard to breath out of, but I'm assuming nobody here cares.

Just a few seconds later, the man returns and drags me out into the main part of this whole joint. I can barely see where I am going with this stupid mask on.

We walk across the room to what I think is a booth with men sat down each with a woman dressed like me on their lap. All except one man.

"Where's this one from?" One of the men says to the man who brought me here. "New York. I heard she is Lorenzo Mancini's bitch."

I can't control myself anymore, I turn and swing my arm as hard as I can, feeling it make contact with the mans face.

A few of the girls let out shrieks, the men all look angry. "You bitch!" The man I just punched yelled and tried to punch me, but I ducked and he missed. Just before he was about to swing again, the man with no woman on his lap stopped him.

"Aiden, relax, She will get her punishment. We are all trying to have a nice night in the club, without you beating up the girls here to entertain us."

The man who I now know as Aiden, still looks furious but agrees. "My apologies Miles." Aiden says before walking away, leaving me with these men.

"She's a fine one ain't she?" The men start to look at me and make comments, "Feisty too, it will be fun to tame her"

"She must be good in bed for Mancini to want to keep her."

All I could do was stand there and let them say these things about me like I was a piece of meat rather than a human being.

"I'm actually gonna take her to a private room, so if you will excuse us." Miles says, standing up and grabbing my arm.

"I call her next!" A man shouts out

"I can fucking walk by myself." I hiss at Miles, but he still grips my arm, not too tight. "Yeah but I bet you can't see too well."

He guides me across the club and we walk through the door I had seen earlier. There is a big hallway with several doors that either have an occupied or vacant sign on them. He leads me into one that says 'Vacant' and closes the door behind us. The room is quite small, but big enough for a queen size bed right in the center.

"Mavery is it?" This catches me off guard, I turn and take a few steps away from the man. I don't recognize his voice, and I can barely even see his face. "What's it to you?" I try to keep my strong persona.