A Slave To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 3

Elena's Pov

As I sat on the dirty floor of the dark room, I remembered how beautiful this house looked. It made me wonder how they could have such a room in this place. From the outside, there was a huge fountain, the compound of the mansion had beautiful trees and flowers. They must pay the gardener a lot of money.

When I stepped into the house, I remember gasping within me. The sight was beautiful, a really great sight to withhold. There was an extremely long stairs leading to the top floors and a huge chandelier hanging just above the living room. Expensive Vases stood perfectly on several tables. The couches were white as snow, I feared if I sat down my skin would taint it's pureness. I was able see another room by the left wing, it led to a pool.

The house was beautiful no doubt but the owner was ugly.. although he was handsome on the outside, with a sharp jawline and dark green eyes that looked almost seductive with perfect plump pink lips. He wasn't ugly at all. Brian Moretti was a very handsome yet dangerous looking man.

He hated me. I saw the spite in his eyes. But it made me wonder why? Was it because my father failed to pay him back? No, the disdain that poured out of his eyes was too much for just that. What could I have possibly done to this man?.

I wrapped my arms around my as I sobbed gently. I still couldn't believe my father let me go. He didn't fight for me.. his only daughter. Didn't he know he had just me? I was his only family.. how could he do this to me?!.

The door flung open and I quickly wiped my eyes. I didn't want him to see me cry, I didn't want him to know I was weak.

Damian Moretti walked into the room, his stride confident. I couldn't see his face well, it was only the light that seeped from the passage outside that lit the room.

"Get up", his authoritative voice bounced round the four corners of the small room. It made the skin on my neck stand just as I got on my feet.

"Nico, Luca", he called and two other men walked in.

"Yes sir", they answered.

"Bring some light so I can see her face", he said and they brought up their flashlights, pointing it directly in my eyes.

I looked away and he grabbed my chin roughly, bringing my face back to him. I squirmed as I involuntarily moved closer to him.

"You reek", he spat angrily, tossing me away from his sight. I fell to the ground, grazing my knee. I let out a pained yelp.

"Call Esmeralda to come clean her up. She'll be working as the slave that she is from now on", Brian said and they replied him with a yes sir. He gave me one last dirty look before leaving the room with his men.

The door closed, eliminating any form of light that had entered the room. The tears I had desperately held all fell down my cheeks as I cried.

**

Esmeralda came in the wee hours of morning. The aged woman who had escorted me in yesterday. I hadn't slept a wink, I couldn't. Who would in this situation?. She took me out of the room and to another area of the house that seems like the servant quarters.

It was a large room with doors at the end of it and they were different people moving about. They stopped working once they noticed me, some had surprised demeanors others had disgusted looks thrown at me.

"Keep working", Esmeralda ordered and I could instantly tell she was the head here.

We passed through one of the doors and I noticed that the doors were all leading to bedrooms. This must be where they all slept.

This one must be Esmeralda's room. It seemed a bit big and her bed looked comfortable. There was a bedside table next to it with some photo frames on it and a few figurines decorating it. A wardrobe was at the opposite wall and then a little shelf was beside it. She had some books and other belongings on it.

"There's a bathroom over there, get yourself cleaned and change into these", she said as she placed a neat pair of clothes that looked like the same they all wore.

She stepped out the room afterwards so I walked into the bathroom and when I came faced with a mirror. A tear slipped down my cheek. I looked so horrible, my hair was all over the place.

I managed to take a bath and brushed my hair, putting it in a neat bun. I put on my new change of clothes afterwards. It was a plain ash dress with short puffed sleeves and white baby lace at the chest part. I patted the long maid uniform down as I looked at myself through the mirror. If this was my reality, I needed to do my best and just hope that one day I'll get out of it.

I walked out of the bathroom and Esmeralda showed me back outside the room. I noticed everyone was packing their things in luggages, some eyed me and gave me dirty looks as they passed.

"What's happening?", I asked out loud but I was answered with silence. I kept walking with confusion as we walked down the long stairs and met with Brian Moretti.

He was in a black suit as usual. His dark hair was gelled back neatly and I couldn't help but adore the expensive looking gold Rolex on his wrist.

"If you steal that your father won't be able to pay", he said, looking at me from where he sat in the living room. There were two men standing either sides of him.

I looked away from his watch and frowned deeply. He squinted his eyes at me, giving me a thorough look. "Almost couldn't recognize you, with the way you were so damn dirty", he let out yet another insult and I clenched my fist.

"You must have seen the other servants evacuating the place", he said, as he placed out a hand. One of his men, who I recognized to be Nico from yesterday due to his body frame, placed a cigarette in his hand and just as he was about to help him lit it up he stopped him.

"Yes, why?", I ask, making sure my voice was bold and clear. I wanted to hide any sign of weakness when I was with him.

"Well you see, they're going on a little holiday", he said, gesturing for me to come. I gulped as I slowly walked over to him.

He gestured for me to go down. So I kneeled in front of him. Nico handed me the lighter and I took it from with confusion written all over my face.

"W..what.. am I -", I stutter and he cuts me off by grabbing my neck and forcefully pulling me closer to him. I gasped at the instant loss of air.

"Light the damn cigarette", he ordered and I reached up with shaky hands, lighting his cigarette.

He took a drag and blew the smoke to my face. I coughed, "Let.. let go.. please".

He pushed me off and I fell to the ground, coughing horribly.

"As I was saying- Get to your f*****g feet", he cuts in mid sentence, yelling at me and I tried to get up quickly as held onto my neck. It was hurting, I could barely swallow.

"All the servants are on a little holiday, you'll be only one keeping the house in check", he continued and my eyes widened.

"What?", I said but my voice was barely loud. What did he mean by that? How could I possibly keep this place in check all by myself? It was a mansion for crying out loud.

"I'm having some guests over so the house should be ready before then. I want everywhere sparkling, not even a spec of dust should be lying around when I get back or else..", he trailed, looking me dead in the eye, "Oh, you don't wanna know",

The fear in my eyes were inevitably noticable and it hated myself for it. But how could I not be scared? He was dangerous and there was no doubt he was mafioso. You could tell when you saw them. They always wore black clothes, had cold eyes and were cold hearted people. So I'd be lying if I said I wasn't frightened up to my bones.

" I can't do it all by myself", I told him, trying to clear my hoarse throat.

He looked at me and I flinched at his death glare. "And how is that my problem, miss Smith?",

"I.. I.. why me?!", I yelled, coughing a bit. "Why use me as collateral? Wasn't there anything else?!",

I had tears hanging in my eyes but I could never bring myself to cry in front of someone who wanted to see them so badly.

"And you think..", he started, getting off his seat to come to me, "Your father, had anything else?", he asked as he roughly held my chin up.

"My father.. was hardworking", I managed to blurt out. And a devilish smirk rode up his lips.

"And where the f**k did that lead him?! It led him to me!", he yelled at me and I squirmed, shutting my eyes close.

"Look at me!", he commanded and so I obeyed, prying my eyes open. "Your father crawled up here, begged and I gave him what he asked for. Him on the other hand couldn't repay me and the only thing he had in possession.. was you.”

He asked, "And you don't even make the cut.

"I'm a human, I'm not an object.”

"Well you belong to me now, you're mine.”