Stolen by the Mafia Lord

As I looked in the mirror, I had dreamed of this day my whole life. "The most beautiful bride in the whole world. You look absolutely gorgeous," I said to myself. Suddenly, I remembered that my parents were not here to witness this beautiful day. I quickly erased the thought from my mind. I didn't want to ruin my elevated mood with a sad feeling. I, Amelia Reymond, I'm getting married to Francis Caleb, the love of my life. We decided not to have an elaborate wedding because, apart from my friend, I don't have any other person to invite to the wedding. We decided to use the money for the wedding to have a very nice honeymoon in Paris. Suddenly, the honk of a car brought me back to life. The driver we hired to take me to the wedding must be here. I got up quickly, almost tripping because of the wedding gown. As I got outside, I got the shock of my life. There were five men dressed in all black with ski masks on them. One of them was pointing a gun at the driver's head. The driver was saying something, but I couldn't comprehend it; my head was spinning. "Madam, please tell me what is going on. Do you know these people? Tell them to leave me alone. I don't know what I have done wrong," the driver said. "I don't know them either. What did he do to you guys? Please don't ruin my wedding," I pleaded, tears already smearing my make-up. Two of them walked towards me, one of them pointing a gun at me. "Don't do anything stupid. You don't want your ghost to be walking around in a wedding dress," one of the two guys walking towards me said with a raspy voice and laughing. The other one blindfolded me. They carried me down the stairs and led me into a car. Suddenly, I heard a gunshot and the screeching sound of a car. The van I was put in started speeding away. I prayed in my mind that they didn't kill the driver and I started praying they hadn't hurt Francis too. My dream suddenly became a nightmare. I thought of the promise I had made to Francis. "Please, where are you taking me? What have I done wrong? I have never harmed anybody in my life," I said, sobbing. But I didn't get any response. I touched the two sides of the back seat of the car, even though my hands were tied, but nobody was there. So, I started to scream, maybe I could attract the attention of people that I am in danger. "Help! Help! Help! Please somebody help me! I am being kidnapped!" I screamed at the top of my voice. Suddenly, I felt hands clamped over my mouth and someone forced a piece of cloth in my mouth. "Even God can't save you; just don't waste your energy. You still have a long way to go with us," one of the men said from the front seat. After what seemed like an hour, the car came to a halt. The door was opened and somebody dragged me out of the car. Then suddenly two guys carried me to the back of what seemed like a van. "Nice job, good delivery. I hope there was no mess," someone said. "You know we always deliver the best. I hope all the money is in the bag," the person who put the gag on my mouth said. "Nice doing business with you." That was the last thing I heard before the door of the van was closed. The van started moving, but it was speeding at breakneck speed. I started praying that we wouldn't crash, even though I was kidnapped. I didn't want to die. When the car slowed down and stopped, I was brought out of the car. The blindfold was removed and I was in front of the most magnificent building I have ever seen in my life. "Is this a prank? Did Francis ask you to bring me to this place?" I asked. "Who the hell is Francis?" The owner of this place is not Francis, "The owner of this place asked us to collect you from those people that took you from your house," one of the men said, while the other removed the ropes that tied my hands and legs. Immediately after the ropes were taken off, I fell on my knees. "Please, I beg you. I don't want anything your boss has to offer me. My fiancée is rich. He can pay any ransom you ask him. I promise not to involve the police. Please, I don't want to break his heart." I said as I went on my knees. The two men just looked at me unapologetically. They were not even moved by my plea. I decided to change my approach. I got back on my feet with a very stern expression. "Are you guys actually out of your mind? Do you know you can rot in jail for what you have just done? You know kidnapping is a punishable offense, right?" "You guys will regret this, I promise you," I said angrily. The two of them just laughed out loud and one of them said we are at the gate to the screen beside the gate. The gates of the mansion opened and I was led into the house through the basement, where we took an elevator. They led me into a dark room where there was someone sitting, backlit by the ray of sun from the window. This gave him a scary aura. "I heard all the s**t you were saying at the gate. You think the police can harm me? I am the f*****g King!" he said as he approached me. As he approached me, I saw his cruelly handsome face, finely chiseled jawline, and well-built muscle. He had different rings on his fingers. Then he dropped a piece of paper that looked like a certificate. OMG!!! It is Marco Santini. Marco Santini is the mafia lord of the whole state. The mayors and the governor are under his control. "Sign this now and let's get this over with, and for the record, I don't like to repeat myself, neither do I like my time being wasted," Marco said. I looked at the paper. It was a marriage certificate with my name and his on it. "You know I have a fiancée waiting for me, right? And you expect me to sign this? You must be out of your mind," I said angrily, even though I was coldly afraid. "Look around you. You are at my mercy here. You don't have a say over your own life. I can decide to kill you and ask Donald to dispose of your body in the ocean for the fish. I'm sure you have met him." "Don't make me torture you before you decide to sign this contract. I don't want your nice body getting damaged, even though it will be a collateral damage," Marco said as he opened a bottle of wine. I acted like I wanted to sign the contract. I took the paper, chewed it, and spat it at him. "Over my dead body, I'd rather die than sign a marriage contract with you," I said angrily. "I like your attitude. You would yield at last when I show you what I can do to you," he said, smiling devilishly. He carried me on his shoulder. I started beating and kicking him, but it had little effect on him. He took me to a room and dropped me on the bed as he opened the door to leave. I rushed quickly to the door before he closed it. As he pushed from the other side to lock me in, I pushed from the other side, but he overpowered me and locked me in the room. I didn't know what to do. I just hope Francis is fine. As I curled up on the bed crying, I fell asleep.