Shades Of You (Ensnared By The Mafia)

(BEFORE YOU READ) Read this carefully. This book contains s*x, crime, and torture. Only for 18+ readers. Now read it again. "GOOD GIRL" PROLOGUE She was tied up in a bloody dungeon, the metallic odor of blood weighing heavily in the air, making it hard for her to breathe. She tried struggling to free her hands, but it was of no use; the chains used to bind her were too strong. Her body was already weak, and her head hurt so badly. "Ahhh," she groaned, her voice barely audible as she heard the metal door opening. She raised her vulnerable face, which was framed by her sweat-stricken hair. She peeked through her bangs, her vision a bit blurry, as she couldn't see who the person was clearly. All she could feel was the dangerous aura and strong masculine perfume oozing from the man, slightly masking the bloody smell. "W-who are you?" she asked, her voice coming out as a whisper. He stared at her, examining her. "Beautiful," she heard him say. "W-what am I doing h-here?" she struggled to ask again, but the man seemed to ignore her questions as his hands reached out to her hair, then moved slowly to her neck. When he pressed against her breasts, knowing what he was trying to do, she started struggling again, fully aware it wouldn't work. But she still tried. Suddenly, he laughed; the sound of his laughter boomed throughout the dungeon, making her tremble with fear. "Trying to get away from me, huh?" He attempted to touch her breasts again when she spat in his face and weakly stuttered, "G-get your filthy hands off me." He wiped his face with a smirk adorning his lips as he stood up. "Take her to my room," he hissed, and she could sense the anger in his voice. As he left, before she could struggle more, she felt something hard hit her head, and she gave in to the darkness. Chapter 1 Flashback First day in Italy, and the club was buzzing with life. Strippers were here and there, with lots of girls dressed half-naked. The club was big and indeed beautiful. Victoria got out of her cab, pinning the taxi driver with a stare as she admired the big building in front of her. A smile played on her lips after experiencing the heartbreak of her life back in Brooklyn. She decided to leave and start a new life somewhere else—no other than Italy, her dream country. After showing her ticket to the security, she gracefully walked into the club, attracting all eyes, even that of a particular someone who had been watching her since she came out of the cab, from the VIP lounge upstairs with glass walls. He stared longingly at her, playing with a glass of wine in his hands, not minding the half-naked ladies touching and dancing from every angle. There was just something about her that caught his attention: the long slit starting from her mid-thigh down to her toes, showcasing her well-toned caramel thighs, making some of the men stare at her with lust. She sat at the counter, staring at all the cabinets filled with different drinks. She was not a fan of alcohol, so she just ordered a soft drink. The bartender didn't seem to hear her as he stared at her with lust and a flirty smile. “Ummm, excuse me, hello?” she waved her hands in front of him, making him smile even more as he went to attend to her, so he did hear her. “Excuse me, lady,” she heard someone say behind her as she turned to stare at the man in a black suit and glasses. “Hi,” was the only thing she could come up with for this strange man in front of her. “The boss asks for your presence,” he went straight to the point. *What does this man think of her, a slut?!* “Excuse me, I don't know you, and tell your boss I'm not going anywhere,” she said, turning back to wait for her drink to be served. “Miss, the boss...” “Do I look like a slut? Huh? I don’t know your boss, not even you! I'm not going anywhere with you. Simple. If you'll excuse me,” she stated angrily at the man, who stood still for a few seconds before leaving. She didn't mind anything as she patiently waited for her drink, nodding to the rhythm of the song playing, "Swalla" by Jason Derulo. Minutes later, the bartender came back with the soft drink she ordered, but immediately, he slipped it and hit the floor. “What the—” Victoria stared at him, only to notice him looking fearfully behind her. She quickly turned, only to see three men all dressed in black suits and glasses. Before she could say anything, one of the men picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder. “Ahhhhhhh!” she screamed as she whacked the man, but all was futile as he kept going outside the club. “Help me!” she yelled, but no one seemed to pay attention to her as they acted like nothing was happening. They got out of the club, and she was thrown into a car. The impact at which she hit her head on the opposite door of the car made her vision blurry. All she could feel was the car moving, and that was the only thing she knew before darkness clouded her. END OF FLASH