Loves True Crime: A twisted Mafia Tale

Chapter 11 Alexander

I storm off to my office mad as hell. All I wanted her to do is eat. Simple, but no she has to be so damn difficult. I tried to be nice to her, to get to listen to me I could have simply explained everything. But she just wouldn’t back down she wouldn’t stop. I enter my office and grab a bottle of Hennessy and a shot glass from my bar. I go sit down behind my desk before taking two shots back to back. It does little to calm the rage boiling inside of me. I pull out my phone and call Gio, he picks up almost immediately. “Boss?” “You and Jacob in my office right now!” I hang up and a couple minutes later they are in my office. “Hennessy Alex? You good Bro?” Jake asks. “Is it that piccola fuoco in your room?” Gio laughs and I give him a look, really not in the mood for his s**t right now. And he shuts up instantly. “Jake I need you to go to her house and collect her things. Get whatever you can, anything else I’ll buy. Do it quickly and when her roommate isn’t home.” He nods at my instructions when I’m done. “Take Mario and George with you.” I add. “Gio go to the father’s house and tell him she’s going to be gone for a while but she’s okay.” He listens to my instructions “what if he doesn’t believe me, or he wants to talk to her?” I give him a cold stare “make him believe you Giovanni, do whatever it is you have to do, say whatever it is you need to say to make him believe that she is okay here. Just do not hurt him, but he needs to be convinced that she’s okay. Then go to the club and let Benjamin know Alexis doesn’t work there any longer.” He nods his head “got it Boss.” They begin to walk away before Gio stops and turns around “Uhm…Boss what about her amiche (friends)? Won’t they be looking for her too?” I roll my eyes and sigh “fine let them know too, but if I hear you were fooling around with that piccola ragazza(little girl), ti taglio il cazzo.”(I’ll cut your d**k off) I tell him and his eyes widen. “I want it done today.” Was the last thing I say before they are out of my office.

I pour myself another shot and down it quickly. Going into my desk I pull out her file and I look at her pictures. She’s so beautiful in them, you can tell she doesn’t wear a lot of make up. And she always has a smile on her face. Then I think about her upstairs in my room, in my bed and in my clothes. My manhood twitches a little and begins to stiffen. s**t just thinking about her in my joggers is enough to make me go mad. God what is happening to me. Why am I feeling these feelings towards this girl. I’ve never wanted a relationship, never wanted a woman all to myself. I mean sure I would have plenty of women throw themselves at me and I would f**k a couple. But that’s where it ended, no desire for more. Half of them I didn’t even know they names. It’s something about Alexis tho, something I can’t pinpoint just yet. But I can’t let her leave, I want her and I want her to want me. I’ve never wanted something or someone so bad as I do her. I walk over to the intercom and press the buzzer. “Claire” I call out. “Yes Mr. Parker?” “I need you to go to my room and feed Alexis. Make sure she eats, it’s been more than a day since she’s eaten anything. Then give her a couple of those pill on the nightstand the doctor left. Then send Tracey to tend to her wounds.” I tell her. “Yes Mr. Parker I’ll get right on it.” She replies. “And make sure you lock her in.” I add. “Understood Sir.” She replies.

Alexis

After catching my breath I sit on the floor. With my knees to my chest and my arms wrapped around my legs. Still trying to process everything that has happened to me in the past 24 hours. I’ve been assaulted, almost r***d and now kidn*pped and held hostage. I need to get out of here. I stand up and go to the bathroom, for a moment I forgot how bad I needed to pee. I walked into the bathroom and its big, almost as big as the apartment I share with Ash. My mood turns into sadness as I think about my friends. I miss them, and my dad. I wonder if they are worried about me, or if they are looking for me. I wonder if I would ever see them again. I use the bathroom while deep in my thoughts. I go over to the sink and wash my hands and throw water on my face. No new toothbrush I groan. I take the toothpaste and squeeze some on my finger, hey gotta do what you gotta do sometimes. After brushing my teeth I look at myself in the mirror. I slowly remove all the bandages and ace wrap from my head. I look at my lip, it’s still swollen and I find a couple stitches in. I feel the stitches in my head, that bastard really did a number on me.

I walk out the bathroom and finally take a look around the room. I thought the bathroom was nice and big, this room is gigantic. There’s the king size bed with a navy blue and white comforter on it. The walls match the nay blue comforter on the bed. Off to the side is a 70’’ flat screen tv. There’s a small futon couch next to the room door. Another door that leads to a walk-in closet. This room is so big, it even has a double door leading to a balcony. I pause mid thought. THE BALCONY! That’s my escape. I pace over to the glass double doors and pull on it, but this locked. s**t think Lexi think. I could break the glass, no cause that would cause a loud noise and that would be the end of that. Lost in my plans I don’t hear the room door open with a knock following it. Acting on instinct I quickly back up to the nearest corner wall. An older black woman comes in, with food in her hands. She looks old enough to be my grandmother if I had one. “Knock knock.” She says coming all the way in. I don’t say or do anything I just watch her closely. “My name is Claire Blackwell, but you can call me Claire. What is your name dear?” I continue to stare not sure what to do or say to her. “I’m not going to hurt you, no one here is going to hurt you.” She speaks again seeing the hesitation I have. “M-my name is Alexis but you can call me Lexi.” I mumble. “A pretty name for a pretty girl. I’m the head maid here so if you need anything ms. Lexi you just let me know. There’s an intercom over on that wall, press two for the kitchen and five for my direct line okay.” She places the food on the bed as she gets closer but I don’t waiver from my spot. I do give her a nod letting her know I understand.

“Good now let’s get some food in you shall we?” She cheers in the process of taking the lid off the tray. I shake my head “no I won’t eat until I go home.” She looks at me confused. “Look sweetheart don’t know what’s going on and I won’t ask but Mr. Parker wants you to eat and so do I. So please I’m asking you to eat something.” Her pleads fall of deaf ears, I just look to the ground and shake my head no. I feel bad knowing she was forced to cook me a meal that I’m not going to eat. But I already told her boss I wasn’t going to eat anything here. So sending her in here was pointless. “Well no one can force you to do anything you don’t wanna do, so I’ll let Mr. Parker know.” She says picking up the tray of food and she heads towards the door. As she’s walking out another younger girl walks in. She way younger, looks to be about my age. She has long blonde hair that falls down her back, blue eyes and stands at about 5’6 5’7 feet tall. Her big breast doesn’t go unnoticed as the beg for attention through her too small shirt. I wonder if she’s here against her will too. Maybe we can help each other out of here. “She needs new bandaging, since she removed the old ones.” Miss. Claire tells her before she walks out the room. She nods her head and starts walking towards me. “STOP!” I yell, and she does. “Look b***h, I don’t want to help yo no more than you want my help. But Mr. Parker has instructed me to rewrap your injuries, so just shut and let me do my job. I will not get in trouble or be on his bad side because of you.” She snaps at me and I learn instantly she’s not friendly, well neither am I.

“Stay the hell away from me or I will beat your ass.” I say back meaning every word. She laughs at my claim. “As if, I don’t know what he sees in you anyways. You’re just another s**t trying to get his money. f*****g your way to the top. FYI you’re not the first girl to come in here and try that. You think the great Italian mafia boss will fall in love with the likings of you? Ha b***h please, you’re not even cuter than the last s**t he bought home. News flash s**t he doesn’t need you, especially when he has me. So do yourself a favor and leave.” She spits. Out of all the bullshit she just said the only thing I can process is “mafia”. I’ve been kidn*pped by the Italian mafia. My knees hit the ground as I am stunned, how the hell am I going to get away from the mafia. What the hell does the mafia want with me anyways?. “I don’t wanna be here no more than you want me here. I’m just trying to go home. You and every other woman who wants him can have him. I don’t want him or his money, I don’t want anything other than for him to let me go. He’s forcing me to stay here not the other way around.” I tell her getting back on my feet. “Hmm playing hard to get, that’s new. Still won’t work tho. Look I just need to wrap you up, so stop being a difficult b***h and let me do my job.” She says annoyed. “And I told you to stay away from me bitch.” I demand as she starts moving closer to me. “You know what FINE! Your body, I don’t care” she says walking out of the room with the first aid kit in her hand. She slams the door and I run behind her but the door is already locked. f**k!