Mafia's Collateral Women

Chapter 5

As I awaken to the soft glow of the morning light, I glance at the clock and notice it's already 8 AM. With a gentle stretch, I rise from my slumber, ready to embrace the day ahead. The warmth of the shower beckons, and I indulge, relishing the cascading water as it revitalizes my senses.

Stepping out, I reach for the towel, my mind already planning the tasks ahead. With practiced efficiency, I dry my hair, the blow dryer humming softly in the background. Next comes the ritual of transformation: a delicate brush of makeup to enhance my features, a touch of confidence for the day that lies ahead. Clothes carefully chosen, I slip into comfortable black leggings, paired with a chic one-sleeve crop top in matching ebony hues. Completing the ensemble with my trusty tennis shoes, I'm ready for whatever adventures the day may hold. Today I am going to explore on my own. Really see what is in this property, find out where I can escape to when I am needing to get away from Ace. I know he will just pester me.

As I make my way down to the kitchen, the aroma of brewing coffee greets me, accompanied by the soft murmur of conversation. Kerri, is engaged in animated discussion with another woman, her hands deftly preparing the morning brew. Settling onto a stool at the bar, I join the scene unfolding before me. "What would you like to eat and drink, Miss Victoria?" Kerri inquires, her tone respectful yet firm. "Oh Kerri, please call me Victoria," I request, a hint of frustration evident in my voice. "I am sorry, I am not able to," she replies, her loyalty to her duties unwavering. "My lady Ace has instructed all staff to call you Miss Victoria."

I mutter a quiet protest under my breath, finding the formality unnecessary. Kerri remains unperturbed, her focus shifting back to the task at hand. "Kerri, make me anything you would like. I am not picky, but I would prefer tea to coffee," Nodding understandingly, Kerri sets about preparing a hearty breakfast, while the other woman, introduced as Anna, steps closer to engage in conversation. "Hello, I am Anna, I am Sam's wife," she introduces herself warmly. "Nice to meet you, Anna. I'm Victoria," I respond with a friendly smile, extending a hand in greeting. "I've heard some about you," Anna remarks, her tone friendly and curious. "Well, let's hope it's all good," I quip, sharing a laugh with her. As Anna excuses herself to tend to the gardens, Kerri presents me with a delicious spread of eggs, bacon, and toast, accompanied by homemade jam crafted by her daughter. I express my gratitude, savoring the flavors of her labor.

"Kerri, where is everyone?" I inquire, curious about the morning routines of the household. "Oh, they won't be up until at least 10. These men are lazy in the morning," Kerri chuckles, a hint of fond exasperation in her voice. I join in her laughter, amused by the insight into the household dynamics. With breakfast concluded, I express my plans for the day to Kerri, eager to explore both the house and its sprawling grounds in the daylight. As I rise to clear my plate, Kerri protests, insisting on taking care of the dishes herself. I offer a gentle protest, but she remains resolute, her hospitality unwavering. With a grateful smile, I relinquish the task, appreciating her dedication to her role.

Eager to uncover the secrets hidden within the house, I embarked on a journey of exploration. My first stop was the library, a treasure trove of knowledge waiting to be discovered. As I stepped into the room, the scent of old books enveloped me like a familiar embrace, stirring memories of childhood nights spent lost in the pages of timeless tales.

I ascended the ladder with a sense of excitement, eager to immerse myself in the world of literature. Each shelf held a wealth of stories, their spines worn with age yet brimming with the promise of adventure. Running my fingers along the titles, I felt a connection to the past, a reminder of the magic that can be found within the pages of a book. The tranquility of the library washed over me, a sanctuary of peace amidst the chaos of the world outside. It was here that I felt most at home, surrounded by the whispers of centuries-old stories waiting to be told.

Lost in the nostalgia of the moment, I recalled my mother's words: "The old books are the best, they never go out of fashion." Her wisdom echoed in my mind as I drank in the sights and sounds of the room. After thoroughly exploring the library, I ventured out into the halls of the house. Lost in the moment, I let my curiosity guide me, eager to uncover more of the house.

As my exploration of the house continued, I noticed a door adjacent to the library that Ace never showed me. Intrigued, I reached for the handle and pushed it open, revealing a staircase that descended into darkness. With a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, I began to make my way down the stairs, the silence of the basement enveloping me like a heavy cloak.

As I reached the bottom, I found myself standing in a long corridor lined with metal doors. Each one seemed to hold a mystery of its own, beckoning me to uncover its secrets. Steeling myself, I approached the nearest door and turned the handle, revealing a chilling sight.

Inside the room lay a bare cement floor, adorned with tools hanging ominously from the walls. My eyes widened in horror as I noticed handcuffs suspended from the ceiling, alongside a grim water drain in the center of the room. It was unmistakable – this was a torture chamber. A shiver ran down my spine as I quickly shut the door, the realization of what I had stumbled upon sending goosebumps prickling across my skin. With a sense of urgency, I retreated from the room, the darkness of the basement suddenly feeling suffocating.

With a deep breath, I steeled myself and opened another door along the corridor. This time, relief flooded over me as I beheld a row of empty cells. Though the sight of the barren rooms sent a chill down my spine, I couldn't help but feel grateful that they were unoccupied. The dim light filtering in through small barred windows cast eerie shadows across the cold, empty walls. Closing the door behind me, I resolved to proceed with caution, knowing that with each step, I edged closer to unveiling the truth behind the mysteries that lay hidden within the house's walls.

As I entered the next room, the sharp crack of gunfire pierced the air, startling me. My eyes widened as I realized I had stumbled upon a target practice room. The sound of bullets hitting their mark echoed around me, filling the space with an unsettling tension. There is one large bald man shooting. Guns lined the walls, mounted for practice, while shelves groaned under the weight of ammunition. As I approached the array of weapons, the room fell silent, the only sound my own hesitant footsteps.

Feeling suddenly exposed, I murmured a shy greeting, intending to slip away unnoticed. But before I could make my escape, a burly figure with a bald head and tattoos covering his arms loomed over me. With a forceful shove, he pinned me against the wall, his menacing presence overwhelming. My heart raced as he whispered whisper in my ear “look at this fine piece of ass that looks like i’ll be f*****g” his breath hot against my skin.

Desperate to break free, I pushed against him, pleading for him to release me. But his grip only tightened, his strength overpowering mine. Panic surged within me as he groped my breast and tore at my crop top, his intentions clear. I am screaming in panic. Just as I feared the worst, the door burst open, and Ace stormed into the room, his fury palpable. Without hesitation, he launched himself at the assailant, raining down blows with a ferocity that left the man unrecognizable.

Then Ace gets up and pushes a button on the wall that I have not noticed before. He then talks into his watch "target room." Then all these men start running into the room. There are about twenty men in the room and more in the hall. "This is a lesson for you all. Victoria is mine!" All the men then stare at me. He then yells at them "do you f*****g understand?" They all answer back "Yes boss." At this point all the guys look at Ace and he then says "if any one touches Victoria or even checks her out this is what will happen to you." He then takes a gun out from his pants and starts unloading his gun into the guy's head. "She is mine do you f*****g understand." All the men say "yes boss.” I feel my body go into shock. There is a pool of blood around this man and it's getting closer and closer to me. I then get up and run through all the men. I hear Ace yell for me but I keep running.