The Mofia kings girl

New York

I arrived In New York 2 weeks ago. I got a job in a small Italian bakery. I love it. Mrs. Stone allows me to sleep in the back store room. It’s better then the streets. I get to eat left over pastries and there is a small shower. Some people may think this would be terrible living conditions. But I’m free from my uncle and not sleeping outside. This is good. Tonight it is just me and Mr. Stone closing up. He can be very grumpy but he has a kind heart. “I’m going to be heading out. Please take out the trash and double check the locks before you go to bed” Mr. Stone yells to me from the front. “You for it sir” I yell back.

I hate taking out the trash at night. The alley gives me the creeps and it’s not the best part of the city. I gather the trash and walk outside. I hear some drink guys arguing in the alley. There is a bar/nightclub a few door down. I ignore them and continue to throw the bags into the dumpster. “Hey there beautiful. What’s your name” one of the drink guys says to me. I ignore them and grab the last two bags and throwing them into the dumpster. “Harry here asked you a question” the other drink guys says. I just ignore them and try to walk back into the bakery when one of them grabs me. “Let me go!” I yell at them. “I don’t honk so pretty lady” the one named Harry says. He tries to kiss me but I turn my head so he only gets my cheek. He grabs my face to make me look at him. “You are going to obey me pretty lady or I will leave this face of yours something Undesirable. I spit into his face. He looked pissed. I knew him in the groin and as I go to run a fist connects with my face. I fall down to the alley street. I feel a kick to my stomach then a punch to my face. Harry starts to help his friend. “Pppplsase Ssstop” I stutter out. All I can think is that I am going to die here tonight. I see another few drink guys comes down the way. When I start to see black spots.

Dominic POV

I don’t want to go to a stupid club James. I have a lot of work to do here. I say while sorting papers on my desk. Come on Dom you work all the time. I’m 25 years old and I run one of the biggest Italian Mofia North America. “Fine” I finally say and James fist pumps the air. “Let me go change.” I say as I exit the room. I throw on my favorite black button up and dark jeans.

We get to the club and it’s load and just not my thing. After a few drinks and a few girls flirting with me I feel like I can’t take this anymore. “James, I’m going to go.” I tell him. “Fine party pooper” James reply’s. We walk outside the club and I hear a girl crying and bagging for someone to stop. I turn down the alley and I see two men kicking and hitting a helpless women. I run over and throw them off her. I look down at her b****y face and see the most beautiful hazel green eyes. Her tiny frame is shaking. James was taking care of the two men and I bend down and swoop the girl up in my arms. She looks up at me through a swelling face. “Yyou can pput me down. I will bbbe fine” she stutters out. “You are hurt little one. I’m going to take you to the hospital” I coo to her. She looks at me with terror. “No!! No hhhospitals please” she shouts at me. James has joined up and is looking surprised. “Why not little one?” I ask her curiously. “Bbbecuase he will find me. TThey will cccall and tell him I’m here” she barely whispers out. I starts to walk away stumbling as she goes. “You are in no condition to be alone little one I think you have a concussion” I say softly. “How about you come with me and I will have one of my private practitioners take a look” I say hoping she will come.

Something about this girl Intrigues me. I can’t just let her go off alone hurt. “What are you do doing boss” asks James. “There is just something about this girl. I can’t just let her go alone while she’s hurt” I whisper to him. He just gets this goofy smiles his face that is totally a James thing to do. He has had it even since we were kids.

I look over to the girl. “I will go with you” she says quietly. “I’m Dom by the way. What’s your name?” I ask her hoping to keep her mind off her swelling face and bruises. “I’m Mia” she says quietly. I call Dr. Pins to meet us at my house and explain a bit to him of what happened. He works for me off the books so seeing a beaten up girl is not normal for us. After a 30 mins drive we arrive at my gated home. She looks to be in shock. “Your place is huge!” She states out. “Where do you live little one” I say to her. “I live in a storage room and Stone bakery” she says. What she lives in a storage room? I look over and James and I see a twinge of sadness in his eyes.

“This is Dr. Pins he will be taking a look at you” I say. She forces a small smile. I lead them up to a guest room and leave Dr. Pins to examine her. “What are you doing with her Boss” James asks me. “I don’t know really.” I say. “You like her don’t you. She’s pretty” James says while wagging his eyes brows at me. About 45 mins later James and I are just sitting in my office waiting for them to finish. Dr. Pins knocks at the door. “Come in, how’s she’s doing dr.” I say cutting to the chase. “She will be fine Sir. She has a few bruises, a broken rib but no permit damage. I gave her something for the pain and she should be asleep for a while. But I wanted to talk to you about some old scars I found on her. So you know her history?” He asks me with a concerned face. Scars! What scars could he be talking about. “No I do not. What scars” I say concerned. “She has many cigarette burn scars on her arms and stomach. Knife cut scars across her back and belly. It looks like she was abused for several year.” He states. Now it makes since why she didn’t want to go the hospital. “Thank you Dr.” I say handing him a envelope of cash. He nods his head and leave. “So she was abused” James says looking at me.