Mesmerizing Mr. Mafia

3

"Wakey, wakey," Tony came into the room Lilly and I were switched into last night. I knew it was probably the smallest and most boring room in this entire house. The only thing in here were two beds and a clock hanging on the wall.

I had already been awake for awhile. Sleep wasn't an easy thing for me to come by, especially not when I was in a house swarming with mafia men. I had insomnia, and it was so bad, I usually needed to take pills to fall asleep.

Needless to say, I didn't have those with me.

Tony sat on the edge of my bed and stared at me. I sat up and scooted away from him until I had hit the wooden headboard. I didn't like any of the guys I've met while being here, but this one was my least favorite by far.

"Get your spaghetti hands off me, you friggin' meatball!" I screamed as he reached out and grabbed one of my exposed ankles as if he were going to use it to pull me closer to him.

Not on my watch.

I kicked myself free just as he put his hand on his gun, warning me. I winced in pain, my body still sore from yesterday.

I'd rather die than have him touch me ever again though so I didn't care.

"Wake her up," he motioned to Lilly who was sleeping on the bed next to mine.

"You do it," I sassed right back. I didn't do too well with taking orders from old meatballs.

I saw anger flood him and he was quickly getting off the bed, yanking me off with him. "Listen, fiore," he tugged on my arm and pulled me into him, our bodies touching as he put his mouth to my ear, "the quicker you learn that I'm the boss of you, the longer you'll live."

I pulled my arm away from him and threw a pillow at Lilly. I wanted to smother her with it for sleeping while Tony was in here talking to me, but if I did that then I'd have no one.

"Wake up," I whispered evilly as Lilly opened her eyes, "We have company."

She looked up to see Tony and then brought herself into a sitting position on the edge of the bed, "Can we help you with something?" She asked, becoming fully awake and alert in that moment.

The two stared at each other intensely for what seemed like forever. I didn't have anywhere to run to, I was completely trapped in a room with two people who were more than capable of killing me or each other.

"Get dressed and get downstairs," Tony broke eye contact with Lilly, his eyes falling on me as I looked away.

"I am dressed," Lilly said matter of factly after Tony had pointed to a closet I assumed was filled with the clothes he wanted us to wear.

Did he take random girls off the street all the time? Is that why he had a closet stocked with everything a female needed?

"Your street clothes won't work here," he motioned to the ripped up pair of jeans and weed printed crop top she had on, "That's not how a lady like yourself should dress, so the sooner you accept that, the better off you'll be."

Lilly rolled her eyes, "Psht. And what exactly did I do to make you think that I act like a lady? Because I'd like to take that back."

I wanted to jump in and tell her to shut up and do what he said already so that I didn't have to listen to the two of them bicker back and forth like children. Wasn't she the one that said we had to start gaining these people's trust? I didn't think fighting them on everything they asked was going to get us that.

Tony looked at me and all I could see was anger.

I stood up straight and put a light hearted smile on my face, "So...what's for breakfast?"

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Pancakes were for breakfast.

Pancakes of every flavor actually. I would have hated to be whoever the poor person was in charge of making all of this. There were chocolate chip, blueberry, strawberry, banana, potato. I was in perfectly fluffy pancake heaven.

I didn't even care that what seemed like all of the mafia was seated around the same table as me. It was a giant ass glass table with what were probably the softest plush chairs.

Lilly and I got separated but I didn't care too much right now because at least she was the one that got stuck with Tony. I was seated in between some guy with sandy brown hair and a girl with long, dark locks. Both seemed semi friendly, but I wasn't about to open up and say anything. They seemed pretty occupied in their own conversation with other people anyway.

As I looked around the table, with my mouth full of chocolate chip pancake, I noticed that the only person who wasn't being chatty was the dude who ran me over yesterday. Angelo, or something.

His posture was almost perfectly straight, but since I was a rich kid, I was really good at picking out even the slightest of imperfections. He was slouched just a tad bit, his face stripped of every emotion as he seemed to be in deep thought about something.

What was more important than pancakes right now? I thought as I took another bite and continued to stare.

I mean, he definitely wasn't hard on the eyes, but I wasn't about to admit that to anyone. Besides, shitty personalities cross out every stellar appearance, and he really seemed to have a shitty personality.

Who the hell runs someone over with their car and doesn't even say sorry?

"You should stop staring, newbie," the guy next to me with the sandy brown hair, whispered right before taking a big bite of his blueberry pancake, "He might actually kill you just for that if he caught you," he kind of suppressed a laugh before our eyes locked onto each other.

This guy looked like he could have been closer to my age than anyone else here. He had friendly eyes that would have fooled me had I not already known that he was probably a killer.

I didn't want to get too attached because he seemed nice, but I think I was already losing an uphill battle.

He was adorable.

I shook my head slowly, my eyes looking away from him guiltily, "I wasn't staring at anybody. Stop staring at me."

"Guilty," he sang quietly, careful as to not draw too much attention towards himself. "How'd you get here anyway?"

I shot evil glares Tony's way but he didn't see them because he was too busy fighting with Lilly again. I was just happy I wasn't over there right now, "kidn*pped," I said.

"Ah, yeah, that explains it. Don't worry, blondie, you're not gonna die."

I knew it was something I should have been thinking about, but I wasn't until he said it just now.

"See," he leaned in closer so that he could talk even quieter, "The girls that Tony brings in here either end up pregnant or get taken somewhere else and on very, very rare occasions, they get put to work in clubs."

I turned to look at him again, my mouth slightly open, "You say that as if this happens often?" It came out like a question when that wasn't really what I was shooting for.

"Oh I guarantee you he'll bring more in while Angelo's still figuring out what to do with you."

His earlier words finally hit me, "Pregnant? I could get pregnant from him?" I almost got too loud and had to fight myself to bring it down a notch, "The Big Boss probably isn't going to do anything about that, is he? Is r**e even a crime here?"

He looked worried for a spilt second before glancing down towards Angelo, "It's a pretty serious thing actually."

"Well, what are the odds of it happening to me?" Now I was pissed. I could take a lot of things, but r**e wasn't ever going to be one of them. I didn't even like the word.

"I'm not a f*****g psychic...but if you're going to make me guesstimate, I'd say 50/50. Don't worry though, I gotchu."

"I already like you."

"Thanks, blond-"

"Chloe," I corrected, "My name is Chloe."

"Alright, Chloe. Nice to meet ya, I'm Luca."

I didn't really know where to go from there, but I suppose it was perfect timing because at that very moment, everything went silent.

I looked up, my jaw dropping.

"Sienna?"