Owned By A Mafia Don

chapter4

MORNING

I opened my eyes slowly. Looking out the window, I could see it was already bright and sunny outside. I lay on my couch as it was silent,wondering how I got here, but I couldn’t remember. I decided to get up and go freshen up. How I got here doesn’t really matter anyway; I’m here in one piece, and that’s all that matters. As I turned around, I made eye contact with my boss. I looked down, and I noticed I was in different clothes than I was last night, and I know for a fact that I didn’t change myself. "What are you doing here?" I asked, already getting very annoyed by his presence. He was sitting down on one of the chairs by the dining section with his legs spread open, and he had a cold look on his face, like I was the one who did something wrong. "I could have left you over there," he said, and I immediately understood what he was talking about.

"My friends were there,” I said, not wanting to show him gratitude. "And I didn’t see them coming to save you from that r****t, or did you?” He asked, raising his brows.

"What were you even doing there? '' I asked, crossing my arms and deciding to change the topic.

"I own that place,” he said casually.

“You own everything,” I said, exasperated. I know he owned the club we were at last night, too. "Yes, I do. So you're practically paying me back the money I give you”. “What do you want?” I decided to get over it. I was already tired of his overbearing presence.

"You,” he said, straight-faced, while looking into my eyes.

“ What? You literally have everything and everyone—"but you,” he said, cutting off my words. “We're leaving. You have an hour to get ready. I'll be in the car; don’t keep me waiting,” he said as he stood up and marched to the door. “I'm not going anywhere, especially not with you,” I said to his retreating back.

“It was an order,” he replied, maintaining his stride to the door.

"Oh, please, '' I replied, sitting back down on the couch I woke up on and wrapping the duvet around myself.

From the side of my eye, I could see he had stopped walking just as he reached the door. He turned around with one stride and walked towards the couch I was sitting on. He took steady but long steps and reached the couch I was on in less than a minute.

My heart dropped when he held up my favourite necklace from his chest pocket, playing with it. That necklace was gifted to me by my childhood best friend, who passed away last year.

"Give that back, '' I said, standing up, trying to seize it from him, but he raised his hands above his head and wrapped his hand around my waist, pulling me close to his body. "You will come with me, or you will never see this again,” he said. He definitely knew that necklace was my most cherished possession, and I didn’t want to lose the last memory of my friend who lost her life while saving me in a shoot out that happened last year. I’m sure my face was turning red because I was mad with rage.

"Where are we going?” I asked, pushing him away so I could get out of his arms.

“Don't worry about that,” he said, finally letting me go. “You have ten minutes; do not waste my time,” he said, looking at me pointedly. Then he turned and walked briskly towards the door once more, then left. As soon as the door locked behind him, I screamed. I screamed out my anger and frustration.

I ran to my room, cursing him under my breath. As I got to my room, I entered and locked the door. I found my phone and dialled Kim’s number.

“I can't help you, Emma he threatened me,” was the first thing Kim said as she answered the call.

"Oh my God! He did what?” If I was angry before, I don’t know what to call how I feel right now.

"Don't you know who he is, Emma?” Kim asked.

"Who cares about who he is? He’s just another rich son of a-"; "he's the head of the mafia, Emmanuella, "Kim interrupted. No, it can’t be!

I hung up because I now understood what she meant by saying she couldn’t help me. How did I manage to entangle myself with not only a mafia member but also Don? What was I going to do now? “No one can help me,” I sighed. I pulled out a medium-sized black travel bag from one of the cupboards in my room, pulled clothes randomly, and dumped them into the bag with some money too. If I follow him to his place, it’ll be hard for me to escape. I need to try now! “But how?” I thought as I carried my bag and moved towards the elevator. How will I leave it unnoticed? That's all I could think as I headed to the elevator we had in our apartment.

I entered, pressed the first floor, and waited for it to take me down. I looked at myself in the elevator mirror. I wore a black simple sweatsuit with its hood over my head and black shades on my face, a pair of all-black yeezys on my feet, and a black travel bag in my hand—no jewelry. “How will I leave the building unnoticed?” I thought again as the elevator finally reached the first floor, the lobby.

I left the elevator and walked straight to the door without looking in any other direction. As I crossed the lobby door, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and kept walking on the sidewalk. I walked looking straight ahead, not wanting to look suspicious by looking left, right, or behind me. Out of nowhere, two bald black guys in black suits step right in front of me. "You would have to come with us, miss, '' Baldie on my right said.

I look up to see them, but their faces are covered with sunglasses and black face masks. I didn’t move while my eyes looked around, calculating my next move. Getting inpatient, the baldie on my left reached to grab me, and I saw my chance. I moved past him and started to run away so fast that the wind blew my hoodie off.

I knew I was not going to make it far since I was a slow runner, but I had to give it a try. Suddenly, I felt someone grab my arm and yank me back hard. I looked up to see who it was, and it was the guard.

Trying to fight back was worthless; they were too strong. They dragged me back while people were just standing and watching, weak bitches.

Soon, we reached one of the cars, and they pushed me into it. When they closed, I heard the child lock click. I banged on it, screaming for them to let me out even though I knew the effort was useless.

“That's not going to work, my love," King said, making me jump and turn in shock. I didn’t notice him when I was pushed into the car. I sat down and faced the window; he had won this round.

Mafia boss 1: Emma 0.

I could feel him staring at me. My heart was racing, but I tried my best to stay calm, breathe slowly, and show no weakness. I closed my eyes while still facing the window.

“What do you want from me?” I asked, breaking the silence.