I had no time to think about what I had done as my long brown hair was gripped and pulled by him, he pulled it so hard that it began to hurt my scalp.

But I didn't scream, I didn't cry, I didn't yell. Trust me it hurt so bad that all I wanted to do was try to push him away screaming but I didn't so much as wince. I maintained eye contact with his devilish gray eyes.

“Perché non dovresti piangere puttana?”

He mumbled in that strange language again. He pulled my hair even more and studied my hazel eyes.

“Graciano.” He shifted his gaze to the direction of the man whose name I learnt was Jovani.

“Portala Al palazzo.”

His eyes widened in shock as he looked around.

“La dimora?”

The boss didn't reply, rather he glanced back at me, before getting up and leaving the room with the two men following him, leaving only Jovani and I left in the warehouse. 

Immediately he was gone, I let out a breath of relief I didn't even know I was holding.

“Alzarsi.” Jovani spoke digging his hands into his hair.

“What?”

“Get up.” he instructed as I hurriedly stood up from the ground, dusting my hands on my sweater. My soft delicate palms had turned so rough.

The weather was much cooler now, the warehouse was still very dim but atleast cold breeze sipped in through the windows.

“Try anything funny and I'll blow your brains out.” he threatened, slightly raising up his black shirt showing me his gun.

I gulped silently as I stood behind him and he opened the doors. We walked out and I couldn't help but smile as the early morning breeze tingled on my cheeks. It was atleast two in the morning.

Only a black jeep was parked close to the warehouse. The boss had left already.

The environment was so deserted, filled with bushes and trees.

I tucked me hair behind my ears but the stubborn breeze kept carrying it along.

A sudden urge to cry overtook me, I was so close to freedom but yet so far away. I had no idea where I was being taken to, I could try to run but my life was at stake. I wished Jovani would look away, even if it was just for a minute so I could run.

I wanted to run, to run so far and not look back. I could but in a way I couldn't.

I was put between a rock and a hard place, making a decision between my life or my freedom.

I looked down at my feet as I bit my gum hard. It was painful but it wasn't compared to seeing your freedom a run away but you couldn't reach for it.

Eventually, I stepped into the black jeep, waving my normal life goodbye.

I watched my every move  and tried to be as quiet as possible as the car sped on the lonely road.

“I don't like you Mercedes.” I tensed up hearing Jovani speak. His blue eyes were staring at me through the rear view mirror as he spoke. “And I don't dislike you either.”

Well, I didn't like him either, I couldn't wait be be set free.

“I'm curious to see what your presence will stir up in the Mansion.”

The mansion?

Where exactly was I being taken to?

“Just know, that I won't hesitate to kill you if you do anything to endanger my don. You're a hostage, living by his grace and if you're anything like your father-”

“What did my father ever do?” I had found my voice again. “He died many years ago. I've been in an orphanage for a good eight years of my life and just when things are going good. I'm kidnapped.”

He scoffed, stepping on the accelerator even more. That was the last time we spoke before arriving out the destination.

***

Alighting, the vehicle, I stared at the enormous compound which was illuminated by street lamps.

The house was very large and beautiful itself but looked ancient. Yet the old style complemented it more and gave finishing touches.

“You are not to touch anything, speak to anyone, or eat anything until instructed to. Mr Sandrino had business to attend to and you've been instructed not to leave the room given to you until he returns.” Jovani said as we stepped into the large living room. My gaze shifted around the room, observing the paintings and portraits of different men who all looked similar in a way. I guessed they were all related in some sort of way.

It's not like I even had anyone to talk to, the house was so empty and cold. It gave off a harsh and unwelcoming feeling.

The only things I admired was the large statue of a lion in the centre of the living room and the lit candles at every corner of the room.

I was led up the stairs to a brown door which a beautiful simple room rested behind.

The room wasn't as furnished or beautiful as the rest of the house I had seen but it was better than the warehouse. It had a four poster bed which was pressed against the simple white wall with white curtains complementing the mahogany wood with two little bed stands at each side and a medium sized white rug.

“This is where you'll be staying. Do as instructed and you'll be fine...for now.” his face was still polka.

I nodded and stepped into the room. I had long accepted my fate and crying or trying to run won't do me any good.

I shut the door in his face and didn't leave my standing position until I heard it lock. I walked to the large mirror attached to the wall.

Staring at myself, I almost couldn't recognize me. My beautiful light blue sweater was now covered in dust with a faint blood stain at my side. My long black jeans were ripped in many areas. My hair was all over my face. My eyes were puffy and my lipgloss was smeared all over my face.

Will I ever get out of here?

Will I ever see Rachelle again?

Will I ever go back to work?

Will I ever have connections with the outside world?

I was unsure of so many things.

Still staring at my reflection, I pulled off the dirty sweater, throwing it in the floor. I noticed a purple bruise on my midriff, my hands slowly traced it as I winced in pain.

I didn't even notice that I had a bruise before.

I was in only my black bra and black jeans.

I left the mirror to one of the windows, this whole compound was surrounded with guards holding loaded guns, ready to waste a human life once given the command.

A tear rolled down my already hot cheeks. Of all the people my father had to Fuck around with, did it have to be these people?

A group of dirty pigs who dealt with blood money. People who steal, kill and destroy. People who traffic young girls and drugs. People who have no regard for human life and no respect for women.

My whole world had fallen apart. I was brought to a strange place by foreign men, ruthless men. I was at the mercy of thier don. How pathetic.

I screamed out as I pulled my hair and new tears washed away the dried ones. I leaned on the cold wall with my bare back.

I didn't want this, I didn't want any of this.

My knees suddenly felt weak, too weak to accommodate the weight of my whole body. I fell to the ground, my head buried In my hands as my long brown hair fell and tickled my lower back.

I wept, I wept more than I had in years.

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