Bound to the Crime Boss

Chapter 6.

Sophia's POV.

I was left alone in that space when Marco left, wondering what he meant by what he had said to me.

He said that if he were in that position, he would have done worse, and I wondered what could be the worst Damian would have done.

Just then there was a knock on the door, and the door slowly opened to Damien's mother walking in with a tray. I stared at her for a few seconds as she had pushed me, and all that was ringing in my head was unwillingness to be comfortable there.

The elderly woman was sweet and everything, but the fact that her son was a criminal and she seemed very okay with it made me a little bit irritated. She had a beautiful smile, and the way she spoke was so calm that one would never believe she had a son as notorious as Damian.

"I brought you something to drink. I realized that you do not feel very comfortable, and I apologize for that, but you will get to love us, and believe me, my son is not the enemy." She said to me in a calm voice, and I could not wrap my head around the fact that she was not seeing her son for who he truly was.

She believed that he was not a criminal when he was one, and I doubted that she even knew the level of crimes that her son was involved in.

"Easy to say that when you do not know the depth of his crimes. I understand that Damian is your son and everything, but I cannot just feel comfortable around him, and I need to go home," I said to him, and it was at that moment that she raised an eyebrow.

Immediately I noticed the change of expression on her face. I realized that I should not have said what I said about going home. Damian instructed me not to tell her the manner in which I came there, and with the words I had said, she already knew that I was there against my wish.

The silence between us was uncomfortable. Without saying a word to me, she dropped the tray on the table and walked out of the room.

I wanted to stay back, but a part of me could not contain the curiosity as I followed slowly behind her when she walked out of the door.

I noticed her go into a particular room and close the door behind her, and slowly I walked over to the door and stood by the door, wondering what was going on in there, and then I heard a familiar voice, which sounded like that of Damian.

"Mother, you do not have to interfere in this, please; this is my business," he said to his mother, his voice rather too harsh.

"Damian, you have always been a peaceful son, and despite all of the chaos around you've always maintained your humanity. Since when did you hold people hostage because you want to get business done? Why would you keep her here against her wish?" His mother said to him in a loud and angry voice, and I could hear the vibration in her tone as she spoke even from outside the door.

With my hand on my chest, I waited to hear what Damien's response was going to be.

"I already told you, Mother, do not bother yourself about it. I'm not going to hurt her. I just need to get her to do something because if I do not have leverage like her, they are not going to comply," he said to her, and at that moment I felt something within me rising. I could not tell if it was anger, but hearing him say that I was leverage certainly got me upset.

I asked him earlier, but he only said that I was not leverage, and right now you will say the same thing to his mother. I turned around slowly and began to walk away from the door. Back into the room where I was when she came in.

I walked over to the desk where she had dropped a tray and picked up the glass of wine that she left on the tray, gulping down all its contents as I tried to relieve myself of the anger that was growing within me.

I could not tell exactly what was going on in my emotions, but I felt very upset at that moment, and I wished that there was something I could do to get the hell out of that place, but there was nothing I could do because I was so far away from home, and at that moment I did not even know the direction I was supposed to take.

I stood trying to control my breathing when the door opened and Marco walked in.

"You do not seem quite alright. Is something wrong?" He asked as he came closer and leaned on the desk that was beside mine.

I did not respond to him as I held my head high, not wanting to even look at his face. He was part of the reason I was there; he was working for Damian, and he was the one Damian used to keep me in sight.

"I understand that this is very uncomfortable for you, and you do not want to be here longer than you should be, but I believe that the boss has something in mind, which is the reason he still has you here. He's not going to hurt you; I can assure you of that," he said to me, and at that moment I turned my gaze to him, staring at him for a few seconds.

"Does not want to hurt me? Well, news flash, he is already hurting me by keeping me here against my wish and using me as leverage to get whatever it is he wants to get from the government. I'm not government property. Can't you all see that?" I asked in a loud and angry voice.