Bound To The Mafia Lord

Tears In Her eyes

The gangster tattoos on most parts of the Mafia Lord's body were enough to send apprehending chills down Mandy's spine. His intimidating mighty muscles also made her feel unsafe in the face of what was coming.

As if the Mafia Lord was being driven by his inner conscience, he paused all of a sudden. His hands fell off her shoulders.

Wait a minute! She had no idea what he was up to this time. She was not excited or relaxed. She was just confused.

"I'm not gonna touch you...Not like this!" he shook his head. He turned around and began putting back his clothes.

She watched as the unbelievable unfolded. She was a bit relieved even though her future lay in bleakness. "So, what are you gonna do with me next?" she asked with a sobbing voice.

He reluctantly turned to face her. "That's my sole business and none of yours!"

Mandy could tell from his present body language that he was not going to harm her, at least in the meantime.

Although she was fearful, somehow she mustered some courage to speak again, "Why did you do it, Sir?"

"Why did I do what?" he raised his eyebrows aggressively. "Explain what you mean, Mandy!"

She looked downwards for a few seconds as if she was a bit intimidated to express herself. She lifted her face. "Why did you give up?"

The Mafia Lord needed no soothsayer anymore. He perfectly understood what she meant. "Nothing!" he gazed at her. "I changed my mind!"

"Why?" she still hoped to hear his reasons.

Sensing she was a curious type, he tried to divert her attention. "Take a seat!" he barked at her. Once again, he instilled in her, the fear which she had almost lost.

She sat on the sofa in the direction where the Mafia Lord pointed. "I'm sorry," she admitted. "I shouldn't have asked that."

He smiled silently, for the first time, without her noticing. "Tell me, Mandy," he began walking in the direction of a large refrigerator. "What was life like, before you ended up at the auction hall?" he stood in front of the refrigerator while waiting for her reply.

She knew her life was full of tragic events. It was a life marred by sorrow, pain, and disappointment. Talking about her past will leave her in more tears. It will leave her questioning the meaning of life.

"There is nothing good about my life to talk about, Sir," she replied with a modest voice.

He shook his head and stared hard at her. "Well, I suppose there would be some good parts of your life. But if you don't mind, I would like to hear the bad part as well."

She lifted her face again. She appeared to be confused. That was right! She was debating in her heart if it would be a wise decision to let out the sad story of her life. Nevertheless, she suspected he would press her until she gave up. Therefore, it was needles to resist him for long.

"You already know my name is Mandy?"

"Yeah, that's right!" the Mafia boss nodded while taking a seat in the opposite direction.

"I have a sad story! Nothing is interesting about my life." Almost immediately, she began sobbing instinctively as she narrated the story of her life. "I was raised in an orphanage home. I had no idea who my father or my mother was. After graduating from high school under a charity program funded by the government, I worked as an Au pair, until I met him..." She tried to continue but was interrupted by the Mafia Lord.

"Who?" asked the Mafia Lord.

"My ex-boyfriend," she wiped her tears with the back of her right hand.

"Alright, never mind! Just go on!“ the Mafia Lord raised his thumb signifying his approval.

"Thank you." Mandy looked down as she struggled to contain the warm tears that were coming out. "At first, he made me believe in love. He showed me the true meaning of love. All my life I always felt insecure, but not anymore when I met him. We were happy and were going to get married but then.....he...!" her sobs overshadowed her speech. She flipped her hair backward while trying so hard to avoid making eye contact with the Mafia Lord.

"But then... what happened next?" He encouraged her to complete her sentence but that never happened because Mandy was already shedding tears.

Nevertheless, she managed to continue irrespective of her ugly emotional state. "He set me up. I never knew he was a monster who specialized in human trafficking and worked with drug peddlers!" She lamented.

At once, the Mafia Lord became became alerted. He Paid more attention to her. It seemed Mandy having driven by her bitterness, had forgotten that her host was no better than her ex-boyfriend. Both men were violent drug dealers.

"This guy that you spoke of, what exactly was your problem with him?" he listened attentively as he awaited her reply.

She lifted her face and barely looked at the Mafia Lord, "He was never in love with me. He used me instead and betrayed me. He stabbed me in the back!" She tried to control her tears before continuing. "One evening, we were surrounded by a group of armed men, at gunpoint while we were taking a walk down the street. Because he kept most of his secrets from me, I had no clue about the source of the beef between him and the men. He was asked to choose between the briefcase he was holding and me. Shockingly, he chose the briefcase and looked down on me! He watched as I was bundled like some pieces of wood and thrown into the back of the car. He was all smiles as the men maltreated me. It was a horrible moment....!" more tears rushed down her eyes.

The Mafia lord had a great sense of empathy. He understood that her emotions were running high at that moment. "I will take him out for you if I ever catch him on my territory. Until then, there is very little I can do."

Indeed, there was nothing he could do but wait until his original plan for her would be unraveled.

He was about to stand on his feet and perhaps, whisper some words of hope into her ears when the door to the isolated room opened. One of his hefty bodyguards walked in. "Sir, our secret informant is here to see you. It's urgent. Our shipment was attacked yesterday evening and all our drugs were confiscated!" announced the bodyguard.

"s**t!" the Mafia Lord hit one of his hands on the sofa so hard as if he was taking out his frustration on the poor seat. "Send him in at once!" he commanded.

A minute later, a man in a black suit with a black-tinted eyeglass walked in. "Greetings, Don Pedro!" he bowed before the Mafia Lord. As the man lifted his face, he caught a glimpse of the poor, heartbroken Mandy, sitting at the other end. He appeared to be stunned.

Mandy on the other hand, suspiciously recognized the voice that had spoken. She was alerted. But who was the stranger that had just walked in?

When the man removed his eyeglass, she saw that he was no other but Frank, her back-stabbing, ex-boyfriend.