Trapped With The Beastly Mafia.

Chapter 3

Alessia POV

As the private jet arrived, Uncle Marco held my hand as we stepped out. The warm Italian air embraced me, I took a deep breath basking in the fresh air and letting myself know, once again I was ready for a new life. The one that isn't mine but decided to get justice for my family.

We walked towards a convoy of black cars. In front of each car were men, not just an ordinary one but the ones with big muscles and cold faces.

They all bowed their heads in unison.

I don't know the kind of power uncle Marco held here in Italy but I had the privilege to hear some things from my father. He usually talked about growing up in Italy.

My father was an orphan who was adopted into the family of the Maccini. The most powerful man in Italy . Maccini had only one son who is Uncle Marco and my father happens to be his personal bodyguard. In those days, whenever the son failed in his training,either in the shooting spree or the boxing combat, My father was to be punished for it.

He either loses his life along with the punishment or survives it, where he would be thrown into the battlefield with hungry men who won't take no time to snap life out of him. The first time was brutal, he lost his index finger, the second time was a deep cut by the side of his stomach. This would have continued, if he never took it upon himself to train so hard and uncle Marco felt challenged. He joined my father and that was how they both overcame and became made Men. They trained themselves in the hardest way ever.

According to father, Maccini died and uncle Marco took over the Italian outfit while he appointed Father to the New-york branch.

It took another two hours before we arrived at the house.

On arrival, the maids were already outside waiting with the guards scattered all over the house. They greeted him in unison, “Buona Sera, signore Marco.” This wasn't new to me, it's just been so long since I saw this happen around me,I had to ignore and blink back the tears threatening to fall.

I have to move on now. Uncle Marco’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “ Take the lady's bags into the room I asked to be prepared and I hope dinner is ready. He ordered no one in particular, they all scurried out heading into the house, one grabbing my luggage and heading straight into the house.

“Ma’am please follow me, I'll show you to your room” one of the maids said in a timid voice.

I quickly followed her up to my room. It was a large ensuite bedroom with a clear view of the outside and I could view the stars from the window sill.

“If you need anything, call any one of us from the intercom on your bedside” the timid voice snapped me out of my reverie.

“Alright, and call me Alessia. Don't call me ma’am. What's your name?” I all but asked in one breath.

“My name is Rebecca.” She responded. “Sorry ma’am, I can't do that,Signore Marco will not like that.” She finished.

I shrugged. “I guess I'll take that. You may leave.” As she left the room, I sat on the bed taking the moment to absorb my new life.

I didn't bother going down for dinner as I was in a foul mood. I snacked on my leftover chocolate cookies and soda.

I got up from my bed, stripped off my clothes, and got ready to shower. As I was opening my suitcase, I heard the noise by the door. I scurried tonl cover myself. But I wasn't fast enough. The door was already opened revealing Uncle Marco.

“I'm sorry Les, I just wanted to check in and be sure you're settling in properly.” He said as his eyes traveled from my exposed breasts down to my torso.

“Huh?...hmm I'm fine. I just need to shower and rest, I feel jet lagged.” I replied, feeling flustered and covering myself with the pieces of clothes I could find.

His hooded eyes still glued to my now covered chest, he swallowed and adjusted himself. “I'm sorry I barged in on you.”

“It's not a problem Uncle Marco.” I responded.

“You do have a….” His phone rang, interrupting what he wanted to say. He swore under his breath as he saw the caller.

“Excuse me, I need to take this.” His heated gaze lingering on my body. Then I nodded, then he left my room.

As he left, my body felt warm, and I'm unconsciously squeezing my thighs together.

“what the actual f**k. That's my uncle.”

I clearly needed to go shower and get some sleep. Which is exactly what I did.

Deciding to look around, they must have an in-house gym. Then I saw the maid from last night.

“ Rebecca,” I called. She turned and looked back at me. I asked her, “is there a gym in the house?”

“Yes ma'am” she responded. “ Just go down the hallway, the third door to the right is the gym. I would have shown you, but Signore Marco needs his desserts.” Her lips trembled as she finished.

I didn't want to dwell on her expression, so I left to the direction she had described. The hallway was quiet and I was more than grateful. I needed to get the thought of Uncle Marco’s eyes off my mind. That meant working my muscles to tiredness.

As soon as I stepped into the gym room, it was dark and had a strong woody masculine scent and I knew it didn't belong to uncle Marco. Just then, I felt a veiny hand choking my neck, “who the hell are you?” The thick masculine voice asked.

I wasn't weak, I trained hard, learnt to shoot and combat this past year as it gave me purpose of some sort. I immediately snapped out of shock and maneuvered my way out of his grip, and punched his face which swung to the right. Seeing this, he got furious and grabbed my hands, twisting it… I groaned in pain. Truly this could have been a trap and I fell right into it.

But that didn't deter me as I tried head butting him with my occiput, but his grip was stronger this time, then he asked again. “Who the hell are you?

Cause I'm three seconds to blowing your f*****g brains out!!!.”