Chosen By The Mafioso

05

Sophia



I was there, in that dark and eerie room, alert to every movement, waiting for him to appear at any moment to do something to me.

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to leap out of my chest. Not even on the worst days at the orphanage had I experienced something so frightening.

I retreated to the corner of that cold, dark room, hoping for some kind of miracle that never came.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching, and the small door of the room slowly opened. It was one of the henchmen of that man. He grabbed me by the arm and led me down the hallway to a staircase.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked, without receiving an answer.

He pulled me up the stairs, and suddenly, an elevator appeared. What kind of place was this? And what could this man named Dominic want with an orphan like me? Nothing made sense in my mind.

With each step I took, it felt as though I were being delivered to death. I didn't want to accept that this was happening; I preferred to believe it was just a terrible and frightening nightmare.

The guard, or whatever he was, led me into the elevator.

"Get in," he ordered.

I looked at him apprehensively. I didn't want to get into that elevator at all.

"Get in, ragazza. Are you deaf?" he added in Italian.

"You're the one who's an i***t," I whispered under my breath.

"What did you say?" he looked at me.

"Nothing, geez."

His words in Italian were mixed up, and I began to suspect that they were some kind of gang or something. Was I being taken to my own death?

"It seems that luck is definitely not on your side, Sophia," I thought, as uncertainty and fear took over me.

After the elevator stopped, we entered a room that was beautiful and seemed like an office. He was there, sitting in his chair as if he were a king, which I believe he thought he was.

"Sophia," his hoarse voice echoed throughout the room. "Sit down."

"I'm fine standing," I said firmly.

"I told you to sit, obey."

I just nodded in agreement; I intended to leave here alive, at least.

Against my will, I sat in the cushioned armchair and observed him suspiciously. Dominic stared at me, his eyes, despite being beautiful, filled me with constant fear.

The silence in the room was oppressive, broken only by the muffled sound of footsteps of the henchmen outside. I felt like a cornered prey, and Dominic like the predator who was about to decide my fate.

Dominic finally broke the silence, his lips curving into an enigmatic smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"You must be wondering what I want from you," he said seriously. "The answer is simple," he continued. "You fit the necessary criteria for my plan."

"But what the hell are you talking about? I need to go to work; if I miss..."

"I think either you're stupid or pretending," he interrupted me. "Forget your previous life, girl."

His voice was smooth, almost hypnotic, but I couldn't help feeling a hint of danger.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"I need someone to marry me. The reasons don't matter to you, but you're the perfect candidate. You're an orphan, with no family, no visible ties to anyone. Your record is clean, and no one will guess who you are."

"What are you talking about? Are you crazy?" I asked, struggling to grasp what he was saying.

"You understand, Sophia," his eyes were fixed on me. "This is not a regular marriage proposal; it's a marriage by contract."

"I don't want to get married. I don't even know you. You can't just kidnap people and force them to marry you!" I spoke firmly.

"How dare you speak like that?" He touched his gun in the drawer, making me break out in cold sweat.

I remained silent, and he began to pace around the room, seemingly infuriated. Fear gripped my entire body; he seemed extremely dangerous.

"You know, Sophia, I'm a very calm person. It's people who make me lose my temper, so if you want to stay alive, I suggest you shut the hell up and listen to what I'm saying!" his tone of voice increased.

Dominic's words echoed in my mind, and the fear I felt was almost overwhelming. His authoritative and threatening tone was like a constant reminder that I was at the mercy of someone ruthless and dangerous.

Dominic's unwavering gaze, those eyes that didn't reflect any compassion, were fixed on me. And despite his attractive appearance, I couldn't help but feel a growing knot of anger within me. How could he have no qualms about doing this to someone?

As the feelings of anger and helplessness intensified, my mind began to focus on what I had observed so far. The luxurious mansion, the henchmen, Dominic's authoritarian tone... Everything indicated that he was deeply involved in something danger

ous, something I had only seen in movies or read about in newspapers. He was a mobster.

"You will marry me by contract, and with that, you will gain financial stability when this contract ends. That's it."

"Just that? You're a criminal, and I can't get involved with this. Despite being an orphan, I've never been involved in anything wrong," I said.

"There's nothing wrong in my world. You have one day to reconsider my proposal."

Dominic approached, his steps slow and calculated, until he was very close. His large hands held my jaw, forcing me to look at him. Electricity ran through my skin with his touch, but my fear overcame any other emotion.

"You won't regret it, Sophia, I guarantee it," he whispered in my ear.

After our conversation, he walked away from me and ordered them to take me back to the room. I didn't want to stay here; I wanted to go home.

But I remembered that I had been evicted; I didn't even have a home to return to anymore. The offer was tempting, but the idea of marrying a mobster was terrifying. Financial security could change my life for the better, but I imagined the price to pay would be high.

As I was led back to the room, my mind worked to find a way to escape this trap.