The Mafia Boss's Obsession

CHAPTER SEVEN

After spending her second night in the mansion, Madeline was beginning to actually understand that she wouldn’t be leaving any time soon. The mansion was insanely big and every door and bend looked the same, it would probably take her a life time to be able to find her way around the place conveniently, plus the security was tight, it was as though there were eyes watching her always.

Though she felt physically better, she was anything but better. She was a mess and everything she hated. In her big and luxurious cell, she moved around slowly as she prepared herself for breakfast, she slid on the red dress, brushed her coarse hair; the cinnamon colored locks having never looked better in a pretty long time. She stared at her reflection in the dressing mirror, a young woman with dull hazel eyes stared back at her and she seemed almost like a stranger.

She stared at the pale skin, the light freckles powdering her nose and cheeks, she stared at the darkness circling her eyes, the faint bruises on the side of her face from having been backhanded for being sloppy, she stared the dry and chapped lips which made her look like the weak and sickly being she truly was.

The dress looked odd on her, it looked smooth and luxurious whilst she looked anything but that, she wouldn’t have worn it but because she wanted to spite her captor, she put it on, she was probably supposed to look graceful in it but rather she looked like a corpse. The dress seemed to….hang on her; she was after all skinny and malnourished, one would guess from just seeing her sunken eyes, her overly prominent cheekbones and her collarbones. She looked anything but graceful.

After having stared at her ghostly reflection she turned around and walked to the door knowing two guards would be there. Eloisa, the Boss’s minion had dropped by earlier and had informed her that the guards would lead her to the Boss once she was ready. She hadn’t said anything to her, just stared blankly till she rolled her eyes and walked away leaving her standing by the half opened door.

The guards immediately turned to face her when she opened the door, their expression remained blank as they waited for her to speak.

“You’re supposed to lead me to him right?”. She said dryly. They knew after all, why then did they have to make her speak.

“Looking like this?”. One asked, his brow arched ever so slightly.

She chose to say nothing. And when they realized that she was done talking they nodded and gestured for her to follow them.

“You stay behind her, in case she tries anything”. One said to the other.

They were right to not trust her, she was more than willing to risk her life in trying to get away from here, and of course she would make use of the slightest opportunity. She followed quietly as they lead her down the hallway to a flight of stairs and yet another hallway. And when they got to a door guarded by two men they turned around and left without saying a word.

The door was opened and one of them nodded at her curtly, signaling that she go in. her heart had already begun pounding heavily and sweat had begun forming on her hairline. She hesitated for a moment but on seeing the cold and threatening look in the guards’ eyes she forced herself to go in, all the while her hands had been balled into fist so tightly that her nails dug into the tender skin of her palm.

The sound of her sandals marching against the marble floors was subtle but loud enough to announce her presence. She scanned the room nervously, it was more of a hall actually, and at the far end of it all was a table set for two; and it was probably the most extravagant breakfast she had seen. The seats were vacant, and she assumed he wasn’t here, she hadn’t let out a complete breath of relief when she heard his voice from the other side of the hall.

His deep and alluring voice that always caused her breath to hitch and her heartbeat to skip.

“Good morning, Madeline”. He said to her.

She froze. She didn’t turn to face him, she didn’t even attempt to, she just stood there staring blankly at the table up ahead.

Her heart began to beat faster when she heard the sound of footsteps approaching her, one of cover shoes worn by a confident and domineering man. She counted every single step he took, she counted and counted until it stopped…..right behind her. She could feel the heat radiating from his body and she could smell his expensive cologne; the fragrance once again invaded her nostrils and messed with her senses. She stood there stiffly, almost as though she waited for him to yank her hair roughly from behind; it wouldn’t be the first time a man would be doing that to her.

“Are you going to kill me?”. She said quietly, her voice trembled ever so slightly.

It didn’t take a genius to point out that she was immensely intimidated by his presence, by him, scared even.

“What do you think?”. He asked her.

She felt it, she felt his breaths fan her bare shoulder. It caused her heart to pound even harder.

“If you’re going to kill me, you best do it now”. She said.

A dark chuckle sounded from behind her, the sound was rich and dark, it caused her to tighten her fists even more, she had no doubts that the skin on her palms would be dented, she didn’t care.

He made his way around her slowly, leisurely, he took his time to rake his gaze over her figure; though she looked somewhat emaciated and sickly, she still had interesting curves and a softness to her that made her seem excessively…..delicate. He liked the sharp contrast between her skin and the rich red fabric, and he liked that that Eloisa had chosen a silk fabric which draped over her smoothly.

When he final came to stand in front of her she was almost breathless. Her eyes danced with uncertainty as his gaze met hers, he took in her sunken eyes and the dark circles line them to her chapped lips, and on closer inspection he noticed the bruise on the side of her face. For a woman who looked so frail and weak she had quite the fortitude, he had to give had to give her that, and her deliberate lack of makeup only made him smile, a sinister look lurking in the depths of his eyes.

“Why would I take the stress of bringing you all the way here only to kill you, Madeline?”. He asked her.

She said nothing. He was right, if he wanted to kill her he would have done so a lot earlier or he wouldn’t have bothered helping her at all, if she could even call that helping.

“I’d like to think you can be useful”. He said, his gaze raking over her figure once more. “In more ways than one”.

She knew that look, she had seen it in the eyes of countless men, and it forced her to step back at once. He saw the dread flash through her eyes and he could only chuckle once more.

“I don’t think a lowly and sordid person like myself will be fit for your standard”. She breathed, she’d say anything to save herself. “I’ve been had by countless men”.

Her throat constricted painfully as she spoke and her eyes stung with tears that were on the verge of spilling.

“And I’ve had many women”. He countered seeming unaffected by what she had said. He had known after all.

“You’re a bastard”. She said, her voice no more than a whisper. Her tears broke free and went streaming down her cheek smoothly. “A cold hearted bastard”.

He nodded slowly.

“You are right”. He said simply. “Now save your tears, Madeline, don’t spill them on my account”.

She shook her head.

“What do you want from me? Why won’t you let me go?”. She choked out. He hadn’t tried to touch her inappropriately and she had noticed, if he truly wanted her as a w***e he’d be all over her by now, plus he was rich and he could have any woman he pleased, why would he settle for her?

“For now Madeline, I want you to have breakfast with me”. He said as he began making his way towards the table.

She wiped at her tears irritatedly. She hated the fact that she had always been weak and at the mercy of others, she was tired, she was drained, completely and absolutely.

“You cant keep me here, I’ll kill myself if I have to, I’ll do it just to be free of people like you”. She said.

He settled in his seat before sparing her a glance.

“No you wont”. He said, he spoke confidently, assertively. “If you truly wanted to do kill yourself you would have done it long before coming here. You crave freedom, a life out there, one which you are the boss of yourself”.

His words cut through her deeply cause they true. Of course she had thought about ending her life, she had tried even, but in the end she had chickened out, she had convinced herself that she’d be free someday, that she’d have a good life away from all the darkness and pain. She blinked and her tears fell even more.

“If you truly want that you have to first accept that you belong to me now”. He said. “You have to agree to do as I say when I say”.

Her throat constricted even more.

“You will let me go if I do that?”. She asked him quietly.

“If I please”. He answered simply.

Her eyes continued to dance with uncertainty.

“You said I shouldn’t rust you”. She said.

“Exactly”. He said simply, “You never know when to trust me”.

She said nothing. She thought it through. She could either choose to trust him in hopes of getting her freedom or she could continue to live knowing she'd never be able to escape. After a long moment of silence, she said:

“What do you want me to do?”.

He nodded approvingly, she was learning.

“Come here, sit down, and have breakfast”. He ordered.

And she did just that.