s*x And Gambit

5: Mafia's business

What else should I do when a very dangerous man was sitting right beside me?

I looked over, trying to see if I could know the direction to where we were, but I couldn’t. All I saw was cars, roads, and Alex meaning expressions from the car window.

“No matter how much you look, you know you are not getting out,” he said dryly.

I gulped.

All through, the ride was silent. I would steal several glances at him to find him staring at me. It was awkward to stay in the same car half decent after he saw me nude. I tried to cover my thighs as the sleeveless and shorts weren't helping but that stare from Alex.

He had this bored look on his face, the same look he had while he cleaned Dante’s blood from his hands that day.

Half way through the ride and I was tired. Frankly, I didn’t have much sleep in Marcel’s house because of that dead boy. I never killed him, but his face kept haunting me, like it was a crime to witness a murder and keep silent. I didn’t have a choice! He should understand before showing his bloody face whenever I try to close my eyes.

This time seemed different. It would be because of Alex’s presence or the boy just realized I was already sick of his game, so everything was blank. Just me, feeling uncertain about my fate, having no idea if I should be happy to be off Marcels grip or worried about being in Alex’s grip. At the moment, what I needed most was silence and, as I had it, I rested.

“Hey!”

I flinched.

Quickly, I wiped the drool off my face. Embarrassed that I had fallen asleep, I tried to act active but fell flat on the floor. My face was inches away from Alex’s shoes and when I looked up to see his face, he frowned.

‘”Get up or I smash your face,” He snarled.

Scared, I smiled. That was my mistake. Alex raised his foot. Quickly, rolled over, got safe to look at his face and gasped.

“Would you have...?”

“Luca? Get her to room 12 before I smash her brain out," he instructed and walked away.

Damn! He would really hit me. He would step on me and what else, keep stepping till my brain is all over the floor? This man really is heartless. No wonder Marcel hates him.

Before the so-called Luca could get to me, I got up, snatched my phone from the car seat I had left and looked at him. Luca wasn’t bad looking. He had this cool face, the kind of face that would assure you angels are real and as men.

His height wasn’t bad, probably 5’11, taller than me, and it was okay. He openly had a small gun on his waistband, a hearing aid, and his current bored look. I followed him to see that I was in another world. The mansion looked like a fairy tale village.

Bright flowers, very spacious that I couldn’t see the walls and most colors were green. Does Alex and marcel have this thing for green or what?

Getting closer, I saw the place looked more like a military base. The men standing around all had guns. Big, small, some with more than one gun and the same expression on their faces. Dear God, what have I gotten myself into?

Without being told, I got into the room Luca opened for me and tried to relax. Since I still had no idea about how to feel, I waited. It was safe he locked the door as he left, at least I was no longer seeing angry looking men with guns.

The room looked small and big at the same time. The girly bed was mainly brown, the side tables were brown room and the chair right opposite the bed. The room looked like I hadn't been used in a very long time.

Cussing, I frowned as I looked over to my ringing phone to see it was my mom.

"Hey honey, is everything alright?" She asked.

My lips quivered as i tried hard not to cry.

"You know you can tell me anything, honey, is it, boys? Did anyone break up with you? "

I never told her about Marcel because I felt he wasn't the right person. I barely even talk about boys and here we are... Should I tell her about Alex and all this?

"Zora. Are you there? "

"Yes. It's boy stuff" I said.

Just saying this made me feel better.

"I met a boy, and we have been dating for six... "

I paused.

My gaze remained on Alex, who stood by the door with his hands across his chest. The look on his face made me shiver in fear and confusion.

"Hello...? "

I opened my mouth to say something when Alex mouthed "watch what you say" and walked close to me.

"Mom... I... " I stuttered as he got closer.

I inhaled deeply as he sat in front of me. The chair seems small for him, making me see how big of a man he really was. His long legs stretched, almost touching mine uncomfortably.

"I was saying that I ... Broke up with him and I feel like I have done bad" forced myself to say.

It hurts me to lie to her but what hurt me more was Alex's sudden firm grip on my thighs. His nails bore into my skin, making me wonder why he was hurting me even when I had lied. He asked me to watch my words; I did.

"Uhmm. I have to go now, mom. I have cla.. "

Before I could finish, the phone got yanked away from my hand. With eyes wide open, I watched Alex break it. Stepping on it countless times till he was sure destroyed. Heaving a deep sigh of relief, he looked up to me and back at my thighs that now had bruises from his grip.

“I will get you clothes as you stay here he said.

Getting up, he walked to the door and caught me glaring. His expression looked like he really expected me to say something, and I sure did give him a piece of my mind. I was silent, he came to kidnap me from my home, and not give me time to talk to my mom…? That was sick as hell!

“I swear you are a… a bag of pricks! No difference between you and your narcissist mentally ill brother” I snapped at him.

I gulped, stood up and braced myself as he began to walk back to me. His face transformed from plain to angry. He got close enough, looked me dead in the eyes and scoffed.

“It’s my house, girl. I make the rule, when I say no calls, NO FVCKING CALLS AT ALL!” he yelled.

I did what he asked.

He was just being absolutely unreasonable!

“I never wanted to be her, remember?” I told him.

Alex smiled. It wasn’t a happy one. That shitty look on his face creeped the heck out of me.

“What have I done?” I asked, this time crying.

Alec pretended to think and looked around. I believed him as looking for the right words to use till he looked at my face, down to my neck and ended at my chest. I felt bare. Watching him look at me like that in my see-through pajama made me want to crawl into a hole and never come out.

“Marcel sees you are….something. And you killed Didi" he added with a wicked grin.

I gulped.

“Wha…what...”

“No one would get you here, unless you want to be out, so many people want you dead” Alex shrugged.

This rings a bell. I know this kind of manipulative lying bell. The same bell he used for his brother.

"Have you seen Didi? With that look on your face, I hope you did nothing stupid. Have you?" He asked.

Oh s**t! That was the same thing! I was never going to let him use it on me so I moved away from him. Despite being scared, I mustered a forced laugh.

“The same s**t? I know I didn’t kill the boy and you know. You know so much because you can’t let them have me and I will tell them all that happened”

Feeling satisfied, I sighed. Well, Alex didn’t look satisfied.

He took the chair, sat extremely and annoyingly slowing and crossed his legs.

“Should I clumsily run a blade across Freya’s throat?” he asked.

I was silent. He didn’t just talk about killing my big sister.

Or… I can do that to your sweet father” he gave a scary irritating pout “And mama, should I accidentally push her under a moving lorry?’

I didn’t know what came over me but I liked it. I walked straight to him and slapped him hard across the face. I was about to do it again when he held my wrist and that look on his face showed well that he was more than surprised.

“You…”

I didn’t let him finish; I spat on his face and glared at him trying to recover but that was the worst thing anyone had done. The slap I felt across my face felt neck breaking. I landed on the fall like a bag of wet flour, holding my neck in fear of it being broken or how I was still awake.

“You don’t do this s**t here” he said as he stooped and grabbed me by the neck.

Squeezing the life out of me, I gasped. I cried, slapped his wrist, scratched him, did all I could, but he didn’t let go. He just kept squeezing the life out of me still I was sure he wanted his face to be the last thing I would see before I die. I didn’t want to die, what would my mom do? My dad would lose it and Freya? She would want me to attend her wedding so I cried more.

“I am so..so..sorry. You are…killing me’ I said in fear.

“Marcel had you as his s*x toy but I have other plans for you, little thing” he snarled me before letting me go “This is the Mafia, I am the king! Do that again and I won’t hesitate to end you”

Making sure to push me as he walked passed, Alex cussed and said more things in Italian.

Now I get it. I got myself involved in the mafia’s business.