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I stared into his eyes. I know I had no choice here and I didn't want to push my limit before he blows my head off with his g'un, but I would not be stupid and accept his contract that its date is stated as indefinite.
He was a mafia king, Manipulation is probably a hobby by now. What if after I find Helen and get him his money, this contract would be irreversible and I would give my entire life to him?
“I just need you to put a date on it. Three months, six months…”
“A year.”
Who would need me for a year, how can a man like this even want me?
“Are you doing this to torture me? Because I'm certain that there are other women at your disposal, other women that might be able to pleasure you better. Six months.”
He stares at me in a way that makes me feel like I'm naked, like he can hear my thoughts.
“One year and six months….” He says
“What? No!”
“Two years.”
I stare at him wide eyed, with my mouth open in disbelief. I dare not say another word.
“Since we've settled on a date, you can sign the papers now, Anya.”
He says my name seductively, I don't like the way it sends a shiver down my spine.
I hold the pen shakily and I sign the Papers. He walks over and examines it, his face is hard and serious as he scans the entire thing, making sure I signed everywhere.
With a satisfied nod, he walks out of the living room.
“Miss Anya? Mr Marchetti asked me to show you to your room.”
I stand up and follow the woman. She's a middle aged woman with beautiful dark eyes and a few stands of graying hair.
She's wearing a dark blue dress that touches her ankles and plain shoes.
“What would you like to have for breakfast?”
I'm about to refuse her offer for breakfast, I'd rather just have a pen and paper so I can plan a way to escape this place, this man… But my stomach is aching aggressively.
“Eggs and some toast would be nice.”
“Would you like a cup of coffee or…”
“Yes, thank you.”
She smiles and open these two grand double doors. I don't believe my eyes as I step into the room.
The walls are painted a very soft pastel pink and the entire aesthetic screams spoiled princess.
Spending a single night in this room might deceive me into believing that I'm rich.
“This is mine?” I asked under my breath
“Yes, it's yours. I will have someone bring your breakfast.”
She leaves and I explore the bedroom. It looks like a suite, it has everything in it. A very large bathroom, a small reading area with a nice collection of unopened books.
This place is beautiful. There's a chandelier in the small parlour, there's a walk-in closet that is empty… I've never witnessed such a level of wealth.
It's a golden cage.
The door opens and a young woman steps in. She's dressed in a black and professional outfit, with her hair held back in a slick bun. Her face is without makeup, yet she is stunning.
“Miss Anya, your breakfast.”
She drops the tray on the table. And it's not the eggs and toast I asked for, it's an exquisite dish and I don't know what it's called.
There's blueberries and bananas and strawberries in yoghurt, there is a cup of coffee… then the main dish is just something else entirely
“Can I get you something else?”
“No, this will do.”
She nods politely and she leaves.
I take a bite from the food and my taste buds are on fire, they've never tasted such wonder before.
In a few minutes, I've cleared the plate.
****
It's very early in the morning, that I know… But I don't understand why my phone is ringing or where I am.
It takes time before I can make my way out of the King sized bed that's bigger than the Atlantic ocean.
I almost trip as I run to the bedside table and pick up the call.
“Hello….”
“You're late…” The voice comes through the speaker.
I recognise it instantly.
“Holy f’uck…” I curse under my voice as I comb my fingers through my hair, trying to loosen the tangles. It's my boss from the coffee shop. “Don't bother coming Anya, this is the third time this week.”
“I work a night job, you know that…”
“And all these customers who want their morning cup of coffee can't keep waiting for you to get here. You're fired.”
“I…”
Before I could finish my excuse, the line went dead.
I look around the room and the memories come flooding in, I remember why I'm here.
I decided it would be better to see my mum and maybe on my way back, I will stop at the hotel and ask about Helen.
I tried calling her last night but the line was unreachable. I texted on her In’stagram, I haven't gotten a reply yet. Maybe Lily would have an idea of how to reach her.
A cold shudder runs through my body as I recall the deal between me and Mr Marchetti. How he had increased the date from one year to two, all because I tried to argue.
I lather my body slowly, the shower gel is scented like something delicious.
When I go back to the bedroom, there is a tray of food on the bedside table.
Without complaining, I eat it.
Using my hand to shield my eyes from the sun, I make my way to the gate of the compound. There were security men wearing the same black uniforms, and on their faces there's a very unfriendly look.
I triex to walk past the gate but a hand blocked me.
“What?”
“The boss has instructed us to keep you inside.”
“Huh?”
“You can't leave.”
I should have known he was intending for me to be a prisoner.
“I'm not running away, I'm just going to see my mum.”
“I'm sorry miss, I can't let you leave unless we get clearance from the boss.”
I didn't have his number.
“I can't get to him. I promise, I'll be back.”
“Step away from the gate.” another guard says sternly.
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