Kidnapped by the Mafia novel Chapter 2

"You need to hurry out of here before you get caught."

He stands still as if my words went over his head.

I shift a little, trying to wave my hands but realizing that they were still bound, I settled with a frown.

"If they catch you, they'll hurt yo~"

The sound of a metal door slamming open cut me off and I looked at the shockingly relaxed boy in absolute panic. My lips refused to move as I tried to warn him to run and I watched as several men in black emerged through the stairs.

"Ah Son, I see you're already here. Have you found one to your liking?"

I watched on with a slacked jaw as the boy pointed at me and his father- a very scary looking evil man- turned to me.

"She was going to be a part of my special edition... oh well, it can't be helped now."

He sighed before snapping his fingers and two of the men in black opened the cage and stepped in. I didn't fight them as they removed the chains and examined my cut wrists, but all along I kept glancing at the messy boy.

A younger version of him came down the stairs with a scary grin at his face as we made eye contact.

"I thought she was going to be your special edition?"

He questioned the evil looking man.

"I thought so too, but she's your brothers pick."

The younger boy pouted before turning to me.

"She would've looked even more beautiful in dad's collection, don't you agree brother?"

The older boy gave him a side glance and then shook his head.The father sighed and patted his shoulder before turning to leave.

"You know what to do with her."

He stated before disappearing back up the stairway. The brothers looked at each other, their exterior changing completely before they nodded to each other and the younger one followed after his father.

The other boy however, stayed a while longer. Watching as I hissed when they cleaned my cuts and then bandaged them.

*****

8 years old:

I was picked up in one of the men's arms as they walked up the stairs and through a dark hallway. I felt so tired and sleepy, my eyes barely stayed open but I forced them too. It would be dangerous to sleep around strangers.

I laid my head down at the indifferent mans shoulder. They led me through hall after hall turning through so many wide doors that I lost count after 13. It was a while later that the man put me on my feet in front of a woman, who was dressed like a maid.

She assessed me from head to toe and nodded at the men, who turned around and left quietly. I watched them walk away and as they shut the doors behind themselves, I turned to the lady in front.

She shocked me by bowing her head as a gesture for respect.

"Welcome to the nest, future donna."

"Donna."

The woman beside me bowed, as another woman stepped through the doors. She was dressed in a gown that fell till her ankles, her black hair was up in a loose bun and a few strands fell around her face like a frame. A small smile was at her lips and it made her look nicer than everyone else around me.

"Sally."

She greeted the woman beside me before smiling at me warmly. I continued to stare at her blankly in confusion, her smile faltered before she sighed and knelt down before me.

"May I have a word with her, alone?"

The woman named sally was about to protest but with a pointed look from the Donna she nodded her head.

"Of course Donna."

The Donna held out her hand and I took it without hesitation. She smiled at me and led me away from everyone else. It was after climbing another staircase that she opened a massive door and led me inside.

It was a bedroom, with off white walls and cream colored furniture. A huge bed lay in the middle and she gestured for me to sit on it. I did, with a little help from her. I couldn't help that I was tiny, my dad loved calling me pipsqueak. Always forgetting that my mother would be following him around the house after that and making him do all the chores since I always pretended to cry when he did that.

Mum knew I wasn't crying for real and so did dad and he even tried to protest several times but mum would just scold him and tell him to scrub the floors till they were sparkly. All the while, I would sit back and watch them with clear amusement.

Thinking about them made me sad, Was I never going to see them again?

I looked up to see the woman sitting down on a couch with her head in her hands.