Marked by the Mafia King

Chapter 3

I waited for the figure to speak and he did.

“Welcome to my home,” came a very familiar voice.

I know I've heard this voice somewhere, I just have to remember when. It's not the kind of voice you forget easily. His voice was husky and charged with power.

I squinted my eyes to see the figure clearly but couldn't.

“Of what business do I have with you,” my voice raced with anger.

He remained silent.

He just stood there with his hands in his pockets, “You don't ever speak if you aren't spoken to, Am. I. Clear?”

A cold shiver ran through me, I swallowed as my breath cut short.

“You literally kidnapped me and you expect me to be an obedient girl?” I said as I slowly stood up.

He charged forward and gripped my throat pushing me to the wall, then bent his lips directly to my ears and in a hot whisper he replied, “That is exactly what I want you to be, an obedient pet. If I tell you to jump you do exactly that! Failure to do so will have its own consequences, Do. I Make. Myself. Clear?”

I couldn't breathe. I tried to take in even an ounce of air but failed miserably. I desperately started to shake his hands off my throat.

“I will die before I become your slave,” I managed to say looking him dead in the eyes.

“We'll see about that,” he roared as he loosened his grip on my throat and stepped back.

I sucked in a huge air as his hands left my throat.

He reckoned on two names that were unfamiliar to me. They appeared at the door and stood silently waiting for his command, the air seemed to be filled with anticipation as they waited for his command.

“Abe! Ty!” He growled. “Take her to the top floor, the last room on the right. Lock the door and send in Ms Waters immediately.”

They started marching forward like robots without questioning the nonsensical order.

My heart started beating fast as they approached and grabbed me from the sides. I twisted as they pinned my elbow and lifted me off my feet.

“Leave me the f**k alone!” I cried as I kicked my feet.

“You won't get away with this I promise you!” I yelled as my hands clenched beside me.

But he just stood there without a word, his face still indistinguishable.

I gasped as he made a sudden turn. The angular jaw, the piercing eyes - it was him. The man from the restaurant.

Not a single muscle twitches in his face, I searched for a glint of kindness but instead, I found the one thing I wasn't looking for – deep hatred.

A sharp pain stabbed at my stomach as I met his glare, his eyes were filled with anger, his lips pursed in annoyance.

We made it past the door and the more distance we made, the more his face became a blur.

Still kicking my feet refusing to surrender, we came face to face with a door and one of the bodyguards guarding the room swung the door open.

I was slammed onto the bed with tremendous force. My hands were yanked to the back and were tied swiftly. The men dragged their feet to the door and murmured something to the bodyguards.

“Come back here this instant and untie me,” I demanded while trying to sit up.

I might as well have been invisible. Not a single glance flickered in my direction nor did they acknowledge my presence.

How did I end up here? One moment I was safe in the comfort of my room; the next, I was trapped in the hands of a merciless creature. His face was a mask of stone, very impossible to read.

You can never tell if he's happy or sad. Well not that I care but he kidnapped me, I might as well figure him out.

As I pondered why all this kept happening to me, the door crept open revealing a beautiful blonde lady. She walked in and a surge of servants rushed past her, moving in my direction.

“I'm Ms. Waters. Here to assist you. That includes shower, spa, changing of your wardrobe and so many other services,” she said with a smile.

‘What the heck is she saying, am sure there's another person in this room right now she's talking to.’

I glanced around to search for the figure she was talking to but her eyes remained fixed on me.

“I can take my own shower, you can go back to the monster and tell him I’m rejecting his help,” I retorted.

“You can't talk about ‘The Don’ like that. He's Don Dominguez Rossi,” she replied, her eyes fixed on me.

My eyes widened, The Don Dominguez Rossi? The man who had been on everyone's lips for his brutal temper and the death of thousands of civilians, he's always on the news for one crime or the other. It’s a surprise he had not been arrested, well it's really not.

I tried to appear unfazed, “Whatever, go tell him I won't move an inch nor use his help. If he wants me to obey his command, he should come up here himself.”

Ms. Waters came close and slowly untied my hands. Bracing myself for a shout, loud enough to carry his cold ass to my room, I waited for the servants to start dragging me off the bed but none came, instead Ms. Waters shook her head and left the room.

Well, that's good news.

My nostrils flared as I took a sharp inhale, a sweet wooden cologne crossed my nose and I glanced at the door.

There he was in all his glory, scanning me from head to toe, his gaze stopping at my chest region, I looked down to see my nightgown had been opened showing a bit of cleavage, and I quickly covered the piece together. I'd forgotten I was literally dragged here fresh from bed.

He drew closer and lifted his hands and I shrieked back as my eyes dilated.

“Leave the room!” He ordered with his hand up in the air. The servants scattered to their destination.

“Ms. Waters, leave us!” He growled, his eyes lingering on me as I held his gaze back.

The air swirls hot, tension fills the space between us and not the good kind but one that can be cut with a knife. Instead of moving his lips to utter a word he reached into his pocket and pulled out something.

I moved back, my heart pounded in my chest, he was holding a gun. Is he gonna kill me? Anxiety churned my stomach as my breath came in short gasps.

“What did I say about being an obedient pet?” He roared pointing the gun at my head, my freaking head.

I shrank back, moving my eyes from his face to the gun. My voice came in a short whisper, “I'm not your slave nor your pet. Where's my sister? Why'd you kidnap me? Like, excuse me, do I know you?”

Cocking his gun, anger rushes to his eyes. “Reserve that ridicolo question for your f*****g father!”

How's my father suddenly in this equation? I pondered.

“Did my father kidnap me?”

“He sure as hell kidnapped and killed my brother.”

I could have sworn I saw a glint of sadness cross his eyes but was replaced with coldness again.

“What are you talking about?” I asked with curious eyes.

“Because. Your. Father. Is. A. Spy,” he growled as he fired his gun.

Instinctively, I let out a whimper as my eyes fell shut, my breath heavy. But just as the sound came, I drifted into darkness.