A Slave To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 1

ELENA'S POV.

It happened again. Soledad had come to call me. It was about my father again. I was filled with worry as I ran. I hoped he was okay within me. As we rounded up the corner to my house, I stopped.

The same black car that brought my father back the other day was here again. But my father stood with two men at the door this time, a weary look on his face.

Were they loan sharks? Did we owe that much money?

I rushed up to them. "Dad what's.. what's going on?", I asked and he gave me a solemn look but didn't speak. The men with black suits looked down at me.

"Elena Smith?", one of them asked.

"Yes? How do you know my name-", I got interrupted by the other.

"You're coming with us", he said.

I looked at my father. He didn't seem perplexed as I was, as he should've been. Why wasn't he shocked?.

"What? What do you mean?", I questioned and they grabbed my arms.

"Get off me!", I yelled as I yanked my arms away from their grasp. I had tears brimming up my eyes now. My father's stagnant stance hit me like a bullet to my chest. Why wasn't he doing anything? Was he just going to stand there and do nothing?!.

When the men grabbed me again, I didn't even budge. I instantly felt weak.. weak to my bones. It became pointless to struggle when my father watched them take me away while he did nothing about it.

I was led to the car. They opened the door for me and I got in. As the car moved I didn't bother turning back. I felt lost and confused.

"Put this on", I looked up to see one of the men handing me a blindfold.

"Where are you taking me?", I asked, keeping my voice defiant. Although I wasn't. I was slowly crumbling within me as the thought that my father could have sold me off to his loan sharks pierced my heart and made it ache. I was scared, I didn't even know who these people were.

"I suggest you cooperate Ms Smith", he said and I took the blindfold reluctantly and wrapped it around my eyes. "Tightly", he said as I was about to leave it freely.

I sighed as I tightened the blindfold around my eyes. The material was very thick, I couldn't see anything. It was practically pitch black. I rested myself on the seat and flicked my nails anxiously.

I was tense. I had no idea if they were taking me far away from Ironville just to get me killed. The drive was getting longer than expected. Where the hell were we going?!.

I almost slept off but I constantly pinched myself to keep me awake. The car rolled to a stop and I immediately sat up, I was eager to know where we had arrived. I heard the locks click up and the doors opened and closed, indicating that they had gone down from the car. Soon after the backseat door opened.

"Take off your blindfold", I heard, so I untied it and took it off.

"Get down", he instructed, so I got down from the car and I was shocked at the place we were in. It was a mansion but why was I here? Had they perhaps made a quick stop or something?.

One of the men gestured for me to follow them. I walked with one behind me and the other Infront. The doors were large and he used his fingerprint to open it. I gawked in awe. I didn't even know that technology had gone this far. Well when you lived in a poor place like Ironville, you were bound to think poor.

When I walked into the house I was marvelled at the sight. An old woman walked up to me, her hair in a tight bun and she wore a maid's uniform.

"Follow me", she said and I looked back at the men in black. They stood firm, not a word registered so I went ahead and followed the woman. She took me to an elevator. I silently gasped, I had always wanted to get into one of these.

I watched closely as she operated the elevator. She pressed a button and the doors slid open. An inaudible 'wow' escaped my lips as we walked in. She pressed another button again and the doors closed. She then went ahead to press button '3' and the lift activated, taking us up.

I got startled so I plastered myself on the wall. We stood in silence for a while until the lift stopped and the doors opened again. We stepped out and walked into a long hallway.

"Where the heck is this place?", I asked but was met with silence. She walked me to a room instead.

"In here", she directed and I looked at her confusedly.

"Wha.. what?", I stuttered but she sighed, opened the door and pushed me in then locked the door behind me.

I banged on the door repeatedly. "Let me out!", I yelled. The room was dark. I couldn't see a thing in here. "Who are you?!", I yelled as I banged on the door again.

"Please..", I broke into a sob, falling to the dirty floor. The tears that I had kept in, fell down my cheeks. I couldn't keep them in any longer. The situation was beyond me in every way.

I started to cry hysterically as all kinds of emotion spiralled through me. I was sad, heartbroken, livid, annoyed, devastated. I felt lost within myself. I didn't know what was going on. I couldn't find meaning to any of this.

I was sprawled on the floor when the door opened and the light from the hallway seeped in. A shadow appeared. I quickly got up.

"Come out", she instructed with a cold tone. I walked out of the room, dusting out the dirt I had gotten on my dress.

"Take the stairs down, there you'll meet the master", she told me then walked away. The master? Who was that?.

I huffed as I walked down the stairs. Why couldn't I just use the elevator. If a place like this had an elevator the stairs were gonna be so terrifyingly long. When I reached the bottom I was almost short of breath but I guess life in the cornfield had helped me gain stamina.

I was led to the dining room by one of the men who brought me in earlier. The dining room was just an open space with a beautiful chandelier hanging high on a long table with two large chairs at either ends and other regular sized chairs at the sides. Other than that it had tables just for the flowers and vases to be placed on. It could be used as a ball room.

A man occupied one of the large chairs. "Ms Smith", he called out and I flinched at the sound of his voice. It was firm and held a lot of command behind it. I had never heard a voice so strong willed before. Was he the master?.

"Who are you? And how do you know my name?", I asked, trying not to sound feeble.

"Let me introduce myself", he said. "I'll be your master",

"What?", I asked, completely confused. My master? "Look, I'm not playing games. Why am I here?", I asked, standing my ground.

"A defiant spirit for such a feeble looking girl", he commented and I scoffed.

"You brought me here out of my will and now you're throwing insults", I fired and he leaned forward, placing his intertwined hands on the table.

His eyes were dark and his demeanor had changed to one that told me he was done playing nice. I gulped in fear.

"Out of your will? Did your father not tell you anything?", he questioned.

"Did he owe you money? Are you the loan shark he owes a lot of money?", I asked. I wanted answers because this was all too much for me.

"Loan shark? Oh no, I'm more than that.. I'm the one who made you eat these past few months. I'm your saviour", he said.

"Then why am I here?",

"Your father owes me and he obviously didn't have anything to his name..", he trailed and I realized. I clenched my fists. I felt a bile rise up in my throat.

I closed my eyes painfully. I swallowed then managed to speak, "So.. I'm.. a collateral?",

"A little smart aren't we?", he asked with sarcasm and I opened my eyes, breathing down heavily.

"What gain..", I trailed, my voice breaking and betraying me.

"What gain?", he asked and I nodded.

"Of what use am I to you? How does keeping me here benefit you?", I asked.

“I just accepted what was offered.” He replied with a calm voice.

“No one offered me!” I snapped, slamming my hands on the table. “I’m a person. Not a trade.”

He didn’t flinch. He just leaned back in his chair, calm as dusk. “And yet you’re here,” he said.

“I’m leaving.” I said, turning around. He wasn't going to keep me here out of my will. I was going to find a way out one way or another.

“You won’t get far.” He said.

“I don’t care,” I stated.

“You should.” He said without looking at me. "Listen Ms Smith..", he started and something about his tone made me attentive

"I am Damian Moretti.. and that's the only name you're gonna hear for the rest of your life".