The Mafia Boss and The Baker

Chapter 5.

Huh. Nice walk in closet, she thought as her eyes dropped back.

Wait. Walk in closet?

Oriana’s eyes snapped open and her eyes made it to the direction of the doors of the closet. Her eyes took in the large curtains that were closed and that had her jolting up – snapping into a sitting position. Her eyes darted from one end to another, taking in the unfamiliar room she was currently in.

“What the f**k?” Oriana whispered breathlessly. “Where the f**k am-”

Then it all came rushing back. The memories slammed into Oriana like a freight train and her jade eyes went wide in horror.

Holy s**t. She had been kidn*pped and taken to the Black Market. Her f*****g life had been bargained for and she had been bought like a f*****g animal. Now, she was in a different environment. Again. She had to get out of here.

Oriana jumped up from her bed, the sheets tangling in her legs as she scrambled out of the large bed and headed for the curtains which no doubt hid windows behind them. In her panic, she made it to her destination in no time and threw the curtains wide open.

Oh.

Oriana’s eyes went wide again when she came face to face with the early morning sky and other tall buildings – the early morning sun shining on the windows outside.

Oh s**t.

She was in a f*****g skyscraper.

Oriana carefully placed her hands on the window one by one before plastering herself against the window. What little she could make below confirmed her suspension on where she was.

She was quite a far way away from home.

Oriana stepped back from the window, body tensed. She looked at herself in the glass and saw her reflection. She was dressed in a high thigh sleeping dress – the silky material soft on her skin. She noticed she smelt like vanilla and honey, no doubt she had been washed before she was dressed for bed.

A shiver of repulsion went down her spin at the thought of someone groping and touching her. It was official, one way or another she was going to kill the son of a b***h. But she had to get out of there first.

She took to surveying her surroundings better this time. From the chandelier above to the ornaments by the corners, the room was beyond lavished. That along with the fact that she was in a skyscraper, the bastard who bought her was definitely loaded.

With a snarl, her eyes narrowing in anger, Oriana strode over to the door. She grabbed the handle and when nothing happened, she slowly opened the door – careful not to make noise. The well oiled door slowly opened, allowing her to peak outside. She took careful steps out, her bare feet making contact with the tiled floor like a thief in the night. She closed the door, not wanting to give herself out if her buyer was around and would come out suddenly. She laid her back against the door and looked out for cameras. Seeing none, she slowly tip toes around, looking for the door leading out of the house.

Oriana somehow makes it into the dining/kitchen and quickly hurries into it – checking out the knife rack and getting the slimmest knife in it. The thinner it was, the easier it was to wield and inflict maximum damage with the right force. She gave the instrument a quick spin before gripping the handle tight. With a nod, her brows still furrowed, she continued her search.

Moments later saw her finding the door and she hurried over to it. The moment she grabbed it and realised that it can be opened by just a since turn of the lock on the door, her heart leaped for joy.

“I see you’re awake.”

A deep voice said behind Oriana before she could turn the know and she whirled around, knife at the ready.

Standing before her is a gorgeous adonis with the most impressive muscles Oriana had ever seen. He wasn’t too bulky but his height and mass were no joke. He was a ten outta ten and by the Lord he was naked.

A deep blush lit up Oriana’s cheeks and she sputtered in embarrassment. The man was dripping wet, a towel on his head – his impressive c**k out for the world to see. He c****d a brow in amusement at her reaction and his smug expression had her gathering her bearings in no time.

“Stay back.” Oriana pointed the knife at him, making the man’s brow to arch higher. He was clearly unimpressed and Oriana would too if she were in his shoes. “Come any closer and I promise you this will be buried in your stomach.”

The man raised his hands up with a deep chuckle, the sound making Oriana’s ears to ring and for her blush to return even deeper. His biceps and other muscles flexed at his action. “If you do escape, how’re you going to explain you attire and weapon? Security is pretty tight, Kitten.”

“I’ll cross that bridge when I get there.” Oriana narrowed her eyes and hissed, “And don’t call me Kitten!”

The man c****d his head, a smirk on his lips. “Well, you do behave like one. A feisty Kitten who looks ready to claw my face out.”

“Oh, trust me buddy, I want to do more than claw your annoying face off!” Oriana snarled out.

“Ho~” The man’s smirk spread and he c****d a brow again. “Is that right?”

It took a moment for Oriana to understand what he meant and when she did she began to sputter again, the tips of her ears red.

“Tha- that is not what I meant!”

“Isn’t it?”

“Wha- no!” Oriana sputtered again. “Argh, why am I trying to explain myself to a k********g p*****t?!”

The man shrugged, his amused smirk still on his lips. “Maybe because you were thinking some dirty thoughts.”

It took all of Oriana’s will power not to pull at her hair and yell in frustration. This man was infuriating!

“Whatever!” Oriana yelled, tightening her grip on her weapon. “Just... just stay there! Move and I swear to god I’ll toss this knife into your eye!”

The man gave her an amused look. “And if you miss?”

Oriana’s lips quirked into a cocky smirk, her eyes shining with pride. “Trust me, I won’t.” She was, after all, a great shooter. One didn’t have a man like Sam for a stepfather to not now how to aim and shoot a gun perfectly.

Oriana took the last step back and grabbed hold of the door handle. The moment she twisted it to the side and it made a clicking sound, Oriana felt her freedom at nigh.

The man heaved a sigh, dropping his hands down. “Level two.”

Oriana’s muscles seized up as a bolt of electricity ran through her body. She went still and began to scream as her muscles were being electrocuted.

“End voltage.”

Oriana dropped to her knees then her ass when the voltage was put to a stop. Her muscles convulsed as she tried to recover from the ordeal. Her brain screamed in pain along with her body. It was then she felt the weight on her ankle, the item heavy.

There was a band of some sort around her ankle. It was metallic and it had some markings on it.

“Wha- what?” Orian stuttered out, her voice shaky and her throat dried. The knife in her hand had dropped and clattered away.

In her pain and sudden tiredness, Oriana didn’t notice the naked man making his way over to her – picking the knife on the way – until a large shadow covered her. She raised her head, body still shaking, and looked up at him.

He had the knife held in one hand whilst his other hand was on his hip. He had a look of bemusement, his facial expression blank at the same time.

‘Fuck.’