Sold To The Mafia King

Chapter 13

“You should consider covering up and stop ogling” he said as he rose to his feet.

“Oh please. Don't flatter yourself. I'd f**k myself with a dildo all week, than ogle at you”. I retorted.

Shit! I should never have looked at him for long.

“Well… too bad you won't need a dildo cause you'll be riding on my d**k soon”.

What the f**k!

This motherfucker sure has some audacity.

I flipped him the middle, because I was already pissed.

“Go f**k yourself in the ass motherfucker”.

“Hmmm…. Guess it's you I'll be f*****g in the ass sooner than expected” then he stood straight like he was ready for busy “what were you doing at that party?”

“Where's Lydia?” I questioned.

He didn't answer me. He just nodded, walking straight at me, hands folded.

His face had gone stiff.

When he got to my front. His hands were still in that position as he replied “ I ask the questions and you answer. I'd say this once and only once, you don't ever question me again. And most importantly not in the presence of my men”.

His eyes had turned more darker than before. I saw this underlying wrath. Like a storm was brewing under that could explode at anytime.

“So I'll ask again. WHAT WERE YOU DOING AT THAT PARTY!!?”

I wouldn't lie if it were in other scenarios I would have run or started pleading, because the rage I sensed underneath was something that could blow off in my face.

But I'd never do that.

I'd never give him that pleasure of seeing me cower again.

He had seen me beg before that was going to be the last time such a thing would never happen again.

So I stood there trying to match up his aura and not give in.

Raising one of my eyebrow up, I answered “For work. I dance. You know. That's where you met me.”

Then he squinted his eyes hard trying to figure out if I was lying or not.

“Did you notice anything go on in that party?” He asked again.

“Anything like?” I asked wondering.

What could possibly go on in a party than having fun and f*****g.

He didn't reply just kept looking straight at me with those piercings blue eyes.

“Fine.. fine.. I didn't see s**t. Like I was on a f*****g stage with the light piercing straight in my eyes. For f**k sake I just danced till there was a loud bang on that door. I didn't see s**t!” I said flipping my hair out of frustration.

I didn't know what was frustrating me.

The fact that he was making me relieve the incident or the fact that his presence was causing a stir in me.

“Now you can leave…. Please…. Leave…. I have to put on something”.

I needed him gone, and out of my room.

“Thought you fancy standing naked I was beginning to get comfortable with you like that”.

I rolled my eyes.

I just couldn't control it again. This guy was pissing me off.

“Where's Lydia?” I asked.

“And why should I care?” He retorted.

“If anything happened to her, you'll pay. Mark my words”.

“Wow, you really scare me, miss little monster. I can't wait to hide from you” Then he gave this overdramatic expression with his fingers flying in the air before he left the room.

I was exhausted.

I really needed to work on my patience level if I really want my plan executed properly.

The moment I opened the wardrobe, i was almost left speechless.

Did they get these clothes recently because of me or has these clothes been here.

And they all belonged to woman.

As I searched through the clothes, I noticed they didn't belong to a particular person.

Because the sizes varied as I continued searching.

I didn't know if it was just me or this whole thing was creepy as hell.

Did they have women locked up quite often as I was locked now?

Was this room meant for caged up women like me?

What the f**k?

I need to get to the root of this.

First I need to know the name of this cartel without raising suspicions.

Maybe I'd chip it off as a conversation when I spoke to one of the guards.

What if I got to be reported to Alonzo?

He'd think I was a spy.

He was already asking weird questions about the party.

Something was definitely up. I could use that to my advantage.

But what if he ended up killing me.

Oh God! This wasnt how I ever thought I'd die.

I picked up a jean and black hoodie.

I was what I thought I'd be most comfortable in.

I needed to be ready for anything.

“Did you notice anything go on in the party.”

That was the very question he asked me just few minutes ago.

What was he looking for.

I noticed he picked up just one man from the party. And he was almost dead.

Didn't he make it?

What exactly was he after and why??

But honestly I didn't notice any strange movement there, or maybe I was too distracted and didn't care about it.

If I could gather my thought together, then maybe just maybe I'll be on my way to leave here soon.

By the time I was done there was a knock on the door, before it was opened.

And yes! The door was locked from outside. I was a f*****g prisoner here.

It was Ferdinando. He walked in holding a food tray.

“Boss instructed, that I ensure you were fed properly”. He said as he dropped the tray in the table.

“What use is it. I was going to die anyways”.

I hadn't moved since he came in. I needed to get the trust of someone here first.

“If you were going to die, you'd have been long died in the fire since last night”.

Well that part was true. “Is this who you all truly are, or do you just learn to leave it”.

“Don't ask questions that don't need answers to them”.

“Okay, okay…. At least I can get to know your name right?”. I asked repositioning myself.

“I'm Ferdinando” he said as he caressed the keys in his hand.

“Italian, I guess” I asked again trying to make him more comfortable.

This time he didn't speak. Just nodded his head.

It seemed like he wanted to leave.

I knew he shouldn't be talking with a prisoner, so I had to end it here.

“Okay. Thank you for the food Ferdinand. It was nice to finally converse with someone here.”

I could see from the way his shoulders relaxed from that tight knot earlier, that he had atleast gotten a little bit comfortable with me.

Then he stared at me for few seconds before taking of his hat slightly and bowing “I'd take my leave now. Take care”.

At least I was certain now I wasn't going to die.

My worry was were was Lydia.

Is she still on this ranch or she'd been moved.