Trading My Ex For His Mafia Uncle

CHAPTER FIVE

I cried a lot that night, but that was the end of me being meek. I did my daily activities like a robot, monotonous with no mistakes, and had s*x with him without the slightest complaint.

I was sure he thought he finally had me under control and that was exactly what I wanted him to think.

Three months later, my plan to escape was finally ready to be set in motion. Micah's weed supply had come in the day. With everything set in motion, I set out to make the usual Sunday meal for all residents in the house.

Lacing the meal with the packet I stole from Micah's study while serving tea, I served everybody and went back to my room. Time ticked slowly as I watched the hour pass by.

Picking up the little backpack I packed, I quietly sneaked into Micah's office and as expected, he was fast asleep on his chair. Opening the drawer I had earlier confirmed housed my passport, I retrieved it, took Micah's wallet and made my way out of the villa.

I walked as fast as I could without looking back and was soon at the main gate. The gatemen were as deep in sleep as their boss was.

For the first time in almost two years, I stepped out of the house that had become my prison. With limited time, I had to put my nostalgia aside. I walked till I found a taxi. I removed the cash, threw away the wallet and asked to be taken to the airport without a second thought.

I stared into the street of Los Angeles from my window seat and said my good-bye. This place housed a lot of memories, none of them good and I swore to never come back.

The flight touched down in New York and with nothing but the feeling of freedom and hope for a good future, I stepped out of the airport. Too caught up in my nostalgia, I didn't notice the men approaching me….

In the blink of an eye,I was in the air then in a van.

I woke up in a dark room. No source of light, no other soul. Just me. Fear gripped me, I had just escaped from one hell, what the hell is happening again?!

Then…a thought crept into my mind. Could it be Micah found me ... .I tried to dismiss the horrible thought.

Trying desperately not to succumb to my tears, I hugged my knees while hoping desperately that someone would come to my rescue.

As if my prayers were answered, the door swung open and the tall frame of a man came into view…

‘Who is he, will he be able to help?’ questions swirled in my mind. It didn't take long for my hope to get dashed…

“You are one of those girls aren't you?” his cold voice etched in the dark room

If the room wasn't dark, my expression would have done numbers in halting his speech because I genuinely didn't get a single thing he was saying until

“.....you will be sent to your husband soon”

It was over…..

The tears I have been holding for months trickled down my face. I was never going to be free, was I? I knew this had to do with Micah.

The man left. I didn't know how long had passed when the door was opened the second time. This time, it was an old woman carrying a plate. I could feel her contemplation, in the end she only dropped the plate and left.

I stared in the direction the plate was without going towards it.

………

I woke up again, this time in a much different and brighter room on a bed so warm I started doubting if the earlier event was a dream. I was still processing what happened when an old lady walked up to me.

“How are you dear? Does it hurt anywhere?” She asked shakily, concern etched in her aged voice.

I tried sitting up to get a proper look at her and she hurriedly helped me. “You brought me food…in the dark room?” I recognised her figure from the dark.

Her response was just a nod after which she went out and came back in with a tray of food.

“I'm not hungry” I said politely

“You have to eat my dear” she asked while attempting to feed me. Unable to resist her pleading eyes, I gave in. My eyes welled up as she fed me.

I remember my mother clearly even though I try hard not to think about her too much and this nice old lady feeding me reminded me of those bittersweet memories.

“The doctor asked you to take this” she stretched her hand to reveal some pills.

I was skeptical about accepting knowing fully well she could also be working for Micah. As if sensing my doubt, she proceeded to say..

“it was prescribed by the doctor dear. It is completely safe and you don't have to worry. You're safe now. Micah can't harm you here”

“Why do you say that ma'am?”

“The doctor came…..” tears welled up in her eyes “.....you don't deserve all that dear. Nobody deserves that”

I didn't need a soothsayer to understand what she meant. I don't know if it was the pent up emotions or her motherly concern, I could no longer resist the urge. I bursted into loud sobs. She pulled me closer and patted my back while sobbing silently herself.

“You're safe now dear. You have nothing to worry about”

“But he'll come. He'll come for me again” I said, crying louder. Then a light bulb went off in my head. Pulling her back, I stared into her eyes… “help me escape this place ma'am. Only then will I be truly safe”

“You don't have to run darling. This is Damien's turf, nobody can harm you….”

“But that man said my husband is coming for me…..” then it clicked…. “Damien? My husband's uncle?”

“Yes dear. You're safe in this house”

Still harbouring skepticism, I soon gave in to the feeling of drowsiness.