Being the Mafia's Surrogate

Chapter Three

Emilia’s POV

Ever since the news was dropped on me like a bomb, I had been in a state that was worse than confusion. I couldn’t believe what my step mother had done. She sold me off to get rid of me and pay off my father's debt, but no matter how many times I asked she never told me whom I was sold to or what I was sold as.

She didn’t care to brief me on the new life she had sold me into. My head began to spin, everything was turning around, I could feel my body become lightweight and I felt like I was about to vomit. I fainted.

I stirred and woke up on a soft, comfy bed. For a minute, I thought I was dreaming or I died and went to heaven. I looked at the ceiling, the art was beautiful and the gold was brilliant. I rubbed my eyes and sat up studying my environment. The room was large, same as the bed. It was neat and beautiful. I walked to the bathroom, it was luxurious. I tried turning on the light switch, which was a bit confusing, just like the shower.

I walked out of the room, trying to see and figure out where I was. It was probably the place I was sold to. But where was everyone? The passageway was quiet, it was like the house was empty. I finally found the stairs and walked down, it was also quiet. Damn the house was big, obviously I wasn’t expecting a poor person to buy me but where was everyone? My owner? Or his maids? I found the kitchen and tried to make something or find something to eat when a voice came from behind me.

“Is there anything I can assist you with?"

I turned around to see the person. A man, tall and a bit handsome. I immediately assumed that he was the one who bought me and I got furious and began to yell at him.

“Nothing, except to let me go. What sort of person buys another person taking their freedom away? You look calm but you must be a monster to think or even do such a thing!"

He stood still, looking at me like he was waiting for me to finish before he proceeded with whatever he had to do.

“Well are you going to say something or continue staring at me?”

He looked at me in silence for almost a minute before speaking.

“I’m Pedro. I’m going to be in charge of your wellbeing and whatever it is you might need. So if you have any inconveniences, you make sure to notify me or the maids”.

As he spoke the maids began to show up one at a time. I didn’t think this was how I’d be treated, I thought I’d be a slave or a s*x slave perhaps or be maltreated, but this was a princess treatment. Well, it still didn’t take my mind away from the fact that I was sold.

“My boss will meet you later. In the meantime, the maids would clean you up and get you fresh clothes, serve you something to eat”.

Oh his boss, that means there would be someone else to see me, the person who actually bought me. But why all these special treatments? What was special about my presence? This was all so confusing.

“Well, I’d leave you at that. If you need me just ring the bell in your room and I’ll be there immediately,” He said, interrupting my thoughts.

As he left, I wondered what kind of person his boss was. Why did he treat me well? What did he need me for? Why did he buy me in the first place? As the maids followed me to clean me up, my mind drifted to my dad. I had not been able to mourn him properly or even just a little bit. Before I could process what had happened to my dad, my boyfriend was locked up.

I had not even begun to recover from that one and now I’m sold and I don’t know what for and I can’t even understand the soft treatment he provided. Once the maid left my room to prepare food, I sat on my bed crying. My life had taken a big and drastic turn in a couple of hours. I cried at the loss of my dad and my boyfriend taking the blame.

I had given way to sleep when a knock came on the door informing me to come down for lunch. I got up, cleaned my tears and went downstairs. I was surprised when I arrived at the table, there was pasta, Mac and cheese, chicken, rice and some eggs and veggies.

“Is this all for me?” I asked but the maid only smiled as she poured some juice into my cup.

I started with rice, then chicken and veggies. Eventually I only had small bits of each food just so I could taste them. I gulped down my juice and let out a belch but looked around to be sure no one saw or heard me.

I went back upstairs. If this was my life, it would be peaceful but a bit boring. I couldn't stop thinking about many reasons as to why they want me here. I went upstairs. Another knock came on the door and it was Pedro telling me to get downstairs. He followed behind and led me down the stairs.

“Boss, this is Emilia”.

Pedro said "boss". I finally met him. He looked at me, as if trying to size me up and like he was irritated by my presence. He showed no emotions so I couldn't know what he must have thought but I hated his expression. I looked at him trying to conceal any emotions I had on me too.

“Take her and run some tests on her,” He said as he left.

Test!!! What the f**k was he talking about?