The Mafia's Angel

Main Characters Starr: 18, 5'6", browneddish wavy hair, light blue almost silver eyes, pale skin, plump pink lips, straight nose, very caring, sweet, gentle, a good girl. Elijah: 23, 6'5", dark brown hair, dark blue eyes, tan skin, muscular, scary, Italian Mafia boss, cruel, dominant, cold. Other Characters Lorenzo (Renzo): 22, 6'2", wavy blonde hair, freckles, light brown eyes, lanky, but muscled. Stefano (Stef):20, 6'1", dark brown straight hair, grey eyes, tan, buff. Stefanie (Fanny):20, 6'0", long straight dark brown hair, grey eyes, tan, badass. Matteo (Mat): 24, 6'7", Dark Auburn hair, dark brown eyes, huge and incredibly strong. Ivy (Vi): 19, 5'3", long straight dirty blonde hair, ivy green eyes, light skin, small, but tough. Zala (Zizi): 21, 5'9", Long curly black hair, light hazel eyes, dark skin, sassy and funny. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Starr's POV I wrap myself in my thin hoodie, trying to keep out some of the cold. I've been walking through the streets for 3 hours now, not having any place to go. It's now around 1am, and the streets are deserted. How did I end up here? Well, let me tell you. I lived with my adoptive parents since I was 4. My real parents abandoned me, and I was found. My 'father' is an alcoholic. My mother is addicted to pain relief drugs, as he abuses both of us. Recently things have gotten worse, and he started sexually abusing me. 3 hours ago, he got incredibly drunk and high, and started beating me like crazy. My mom tried to stop him, but he just turned on her. The last I saw her, she was unconscious on the ground. I really hope she is okay, since she is a sweet and caring person. After that, he came after me again, and in his rage, he touched me, and made me suck his d**k. I still feel his hands groping me. I shiver from cold and disgust. I just couldn't take it anymore, so I ran away. It's now mid December, so the nights are freezing. We just recently moved to Italy from Greece, where I'm from, because some druggies were after my 'father'. I find a little park, and curl up on one of the benches. We moved here to a small town called mozia, but the sketchy part of town. It's not safe to be out at night, but I really don't care what happens anymore. I jump when I hear a gunshot. I didn't actually want anything to happen. I quickly get up and look around. Illuminated by the street lights, I see a man's silhouette walking towards me. Shoot, he saw me. I'm frozen, but snap out of it, and decide to run. I sprint out of the park, and into a side street, trying to lose the man. I suddenly run into a wall. No, you have got to be kidding me. I dead end. I groan, just my luck. There's no way out of here, and I see the man walking here with long strides. I press myself into a corner when he keeps walking towards me. He grabs my arm, and starts dragging me back towards the park. I wince when he touches my bruised arm, but he doesn't notice. I need to get away from him. I go limp, and he looks back surprised. He loosens his grip, and that's when I knee him in the balls as hard as I can and try to run. But to my despair he still has a hold of my arm. I'm yanked back towards him, and I feel something hit my head and then nothing. I groan, waking up with a terrible headache. I try to move, but realize I'm tied to a chair. I look around, and see I'm in a cell. My nose twitches, and I inhale deeply. I almost throw up, the smell of urine, blood, and dirt is overwhelming. Patches of red stain the floor, some still liquid. I'm terrified, what's going to happen to me. I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I see a tall man walk in. He's not the same man who kidn*pped me, he seems scarier, more dangerous. When he comes closer and I get a good look at him I almost gasp in shock. He's actually really.... attractive. He stares down at me with cold deep blue eyes. I hold his gaze, but then turn away. Who is this man. He abruptly turns on his heal and walks out, signaling his guards something. And just like that I'm left in that cell. For I don't know how long I've been sitting here, tied to this chair, nothing to eat or drink. I feel myself fading away, when the door bursts open. It's the man who kidn*pped me. He comes over and walks around me, playing with my hair and stroking my cheek. I flinch away from him and his disgusting hands. "Hello again b***h" I shrink away from his cold dark voice. "What, you're not going to greet me back. I guess I'll have to teach you some manners" he says, and his tone is pure evil. His hand comes down on my cheek suddenly and sharply, causing my head to whip away. "Still nothing to say? I guess I'll need to be a bit more persuasive" He walks away and comes back with a little knife. He reaches for my hand, and carves the word slut on my palm. I stare numbly at the word, I don't feel any pain. He starts carving many disgusting names on my hands and feet, some deeper than others. I feel light headed from all the blood loss. My eyes start shutting. Maybe this is it, maybe this is finally the end of my torture.