THE MAFIA'S OBSESSION

Chapter 3

VIOLET'S POV

The door to the room I was trapped in slowly opened, revealing some of Madam Rosa's bodyguards. They walked toward me, dragging me up roughly. I was weak and tired, having spent two days there without food or water. They manhandled me, dragging me to the sitting room where Madam Rosa sat on a couch, sipping wine from her glass.

Her eyes traveled over my frame as soon as she saw me. She didn’t say a word but turned towards the head maid, who appeared out of nowhere with her head bowed slightly. “Clean her up and get her something to eat in advance of her journey. It's the least we can do since she managed to generate so much money for our little business here,” Madam Rosa said, a smile on her lips that confused me even further.

I didn't understand what was going on. Should I be concerned? All I could think about was what punishment she currently had waiting for me. She had kept me locked up for days, and now she was smiling at me? I was sure she probably planned on killing me or had some other cruel punishment in mind. Madam Rosa was nothing if not creative in her cruelty.

“There’s no need to be scared, little pig. You have managed to make me happy, so I will grant you one last kindness,” she paused. “It’s the least you deserve, given just how much torture you are going to go through where you’re headed.”

Torture? What was she talking about? What plans did she have for me this time? I didn’t have time to ask as the guards dragged me away roughly, taking me to a room I was never allowed to use in the mansion. The head maid ordered me to go into the bathroom, and I hesitantly complied, taking a warm shower to wash off the filth that clung to my skin.

Coming out of the bathroom, I saw the other entertainers whispering to each other while glaring at me. They always looked at me with mockery and disgust, but this time they stared with pure anger, as if I had snatched something from them.

The head maid quickly offered me nice new clothes, which I put on almost immediately. Everything happened so fast, and I wasn’t given any proper explanation. I was simply provided with a good meal before being escorted to a sleek car waiting outside.

Was this some kind of kindness before deciding to end my life? I had no idea what Madam Rosa planned, but I knew it wasn’t something good. I wanted to ask questions but was too scared. Instead, I decided to go with the flow.

The car drove for what felt like hours, and by the time we arrived, it was already night. We finally reached a huge estate, parking in front of a very big mansion. I gulped as the driver told me to go in. Nothing made sense to me, but I decided the best thing to do was to go with the flow.

I gulped as I knocked on the mansion door. Just then, a woman in her fifties appeared, welcoming me with a smile. “We have been expecting you, especially him. Please come with me,” she said, and I immediately followed her. Who could "him" be, and why has he been waiting for me? I didn’t have any answers.

I was scared, my heart pounding in my chest as I looked around the huge mansion. It was the most fancy place I had ever seen, filled with beautiful and grand furniture and expensive interior decor.

The woman finally stopped in front of a door and gestured for me to go in. I looked at her, and she nodded, urging me to enter. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and pushed the door open.

The room was a study, with a man sitting behind the desk, the nauseating smell of cigarette smoke filling the air. I took a few steps forward, bracing myself as I walked in. He sat there, a satisfied smirk on his lips, and my heart skipped a beat as I realized who he was.

“You!” I exclaimed, looking around to ensure I was in the right place and not dreaming. “Wh-what? You?” I stammered again while he simply smirked.

“Why did you bring me here? What am I doing here?” I had a lot of questions but no answers.

“Do you want to take a seat?” he asked, gesturing to the chair opposite his desk. I stared at him in shock, wondering why I was in Don William’s house.

“I’m fine here,” I said, but he looked at me, not saying a word, before finally speaking in a low, authoritative but strangely seductive voice.

“I insist you take a seat.”

I gulped, swallowing hard before deciding to comply, settling into the chair opposite him. His jaw clenched as his eyes stayed fixed on me. I had to try my best not to focus on how insanely attractive he was. This time, he was wearing a tank top, showing off his toned biceps and tattoos. His blue eyes made me nervous, my cheeks flushing.

Clearing my throat, I asked, “Why didn’t you buy any of Madam Rosa’s girls? I got into a lot of trouble for that.” My voice was small, and I looked down, not willing to make eye contact.

He didn’t say anything for a while. When I lifted my head to look at him, he was just staring at me. I grew nervous again, lowering my head. He broke the silence. “I did buy one.”

My eyes widened, and I immediately lifted my head. “Where is she?” I couldn’t complete my question as he rose to his feet. I readjusted myself in the chair as he walked toward me, pulling the chair I was seated on away from the desk and turning it to face him.

He placed each hand on the chair’s arms, leaning down to make eye contact. I grew more nervous, gulping as I lowered my head before looking up again. His face was dangerously close to mine, his blue eyes piercing into me as he answered, “I’m staring at her right now.”

My heart jumped at this information. Why me? What business could he possibly have with me? I still couldn’t understand what was happening. “You bought me?” I asked, surprised. “Why me?”

“Because none of those other women look half as interesting as you do,” he said, and I furrowed my brow, confused and trying to make sense of his words. What was going on here? Just as I opened my mouth to ask more questions, a knock on the door interrupted my thoughts.

“Godfather, are you in there? We need to talk,” a voice said.

Don William stared at me for a moment, a slight look of disappointment and annoyance crossing his face. He moved away, going to his table and pouring himself a glass of liquor. “Care for a drink?” he asked. I shook my head, and he nodded, gulping down his drink. The person knocking wasn't willing to go away as he continued saying.

“It’s really important, Godfather,” the voice insisted.

Don William didn’t say a word, simply going behind his desk and settling into his chair. He looked at me again, a habit of his that I found rather interesting, before addressing whoever was on the other side of the door.

"Come in," Don William called out. I lowered my head, not wanting to be seen. I didn't want anyone to think of me as an ordinary w***e. I was embarrassed to be in such a situation, but there wasn't much I could do about it. However, the person knocking sounded like a man, so how could Don William be the godfather of a full-grown man? He looked too young for that.

The door soon pushed open, and a frantic voice said, "We have a bit of a situation on our hands, Godfather. The other Don Leonardo’s organization just breached our contract and is operating in our territories." That voice sounded so familiar, like I had heard it somewhere before.

I immediately lifted my head to see who it was, and the shock that took over me at that moment was incomparable. I opened my mouth, unable to close it. "You!" I exclaimed, catching his attention as he turned from Don William to stare at me.

He looked absolutely shocked. From his expression, I could tell he was wondering if he was seeing correctly. "Violet?" he called.

Don William looked puzzled, glancing between us. I turned back to him, my face full of disbelief. "You... you are his godson? He is your godfather?" I asked, my eyes traveling between the two of them. Just to be sure, I called his name.

"Georgie?...”