Chapter 2 Sofia's POV

"Hey You," A baritone voice called at me. I froze and could not breathe.

"I'm talking to you, what are you doing in here?" The voice demanded.

Regaining control of my breath, I turned slowly around to see who it was.

"Hmm, I'm here to clean,'' I said, heaving a sigh of relief on seeing that it was the boss's right-hand man Alessandro and not the boss himself.

"All by yourself?" He asked, shocked by the fact that I was cleaning the room all by myself. The funny part was that I had yet to start cleaning.

"Yes Sir," I said, while nodding so hard that I feared my head would fall off.

"You better do it quickly, because the boss is angry and he will be heading to his room in a few minutes. If I'm you, I will be out before he gets here" He advised and walked out of the room leaving me behind.

Well, the room isn't so messy, all I need to do is lay his bed again, arrange the books on his desk and leave his room quietly before he walks in to see me in it.

I quickly walk to his bed to lay it properly, ensuring that there is no rickle on it. Having laid the bed, I repeated the same procedure with the pillows before proceeding to his desk where his books were arranged.

On another occasion, I would have been drawn to take a seat on his reading chair which looked really comfortable and would have picked a book of my choice from his shelf and gotten myself drowned in it.

I love to read books, be it fiction or nonfiction, anything to take my mind off the current situation around me. Books, especially novels, have become my greatest companion while living in my dad's house. It takes my mind off how I'm being treated, off everything around me and it gives me a world I can only dream of having.

I usually will engross myself into a character and pretend I was the character, especially when it is a book I know has a happy ending. I would end the book by saying 'and Sofia lived happily ever after', although I barely have reason to think that would ever happen.

Picking up the books on his desk, I walked to his shelf and began to push them in one after the other.

I must have been so lost in trying to arrange them chronologically, that I failed to realize that I was no longer the only one in the room.

I felt a hand grab my butt. I can't tell if I was shocked or I was scared, but I know I did jump and in the process let go of the books that were in my hands. I saw the books fall to the ground and did almost fall on my foot.

Then I spurred around to see who had the nerve to grab my butt or rather squeeze it.

I was shocked to see that it was the Mafia king himself. I felt cold immediately and my mind began to wonder what I could do next.

"That is one soft butt, mio caro (my darling)" He said with a broad smile.

I just stared at him, unsure of what to say or how to react. I thought they said he was angry, is he not supposed to send me out of his room? Why was he referring to me then as his darling? I was thinking as I stood there in confusion.

"Come closer, let me feel it again," He said, this made me pissed. I know He is the boss and all but that didn't give him the right to talk to me like I was his paid prostitute.

I said nothing in response, but instead bent down to pick up the books that had fallen on the floor.

"I asked you to come over and you are paying more attention to the books on the floor. Stai bene? (Are you okay?)" He asked me.

I still did not respond for fear of saying the wrong thing and getting him pissed, I stood up with the books in my hand and turned around to put them on the shelf.

Again I felt his hard hand hit my butt. This time I was furious.

"Lasciami essere (let me be)." I had to say it to him in Italian so he would be aware that I understood his Italian and knew what he had said.

"Let you be? Are you being serious?" He asked me.

"Yes" I said boldly but then remembering that I was at his mercy, I added "please".

He laughed sarcastically and looked me straight in the eye and although he was putting on a black shade, I shivered for fear of what he could do to me and what colour his eyes were burning in.

It would have been easier to notice if he was angry had his glasses been taken off his face but it wasn't and I couldn't tell how He was feeling and what harm could befall me.

He started to walk closer to me, and as he moved closer I moved back, I continued to take steps back until my back hit his shelf.

There was no space to run away, I was stuck between him and the shelf. He raised his hand and rested it on the shelf right above my shoulder, making it harder to escape.

Then he walked even closer until I could feel his breath on my forehead and my legs began to feel feeble. His breath was warm and so was the blood inside of me, I was burning up and my heartbeat was rising fast.

"You are mine and I decide what to do with you mio caro (my darling)" He said.

Then He lifted up my chin with his left hand, "And I have decided to have you in my bed for lunch" He said, with a smirk.

Did I just hear him right? Did he just say to me that he wished to have sex with me? I wondered as I stared at him, wondering if I was hearing things.

"Will you have it calmly or with force?" He asked. It became clear that he wanted to have me in his bed.

"Hell no," I said, pushing past him. I guess the anger in me had given me the strength and will to do that because the strength soon faded off, as I fell to the ground.

He rushed at me, "come osi? (how dare you?)" He asked, lifting up his hand to hit me.

"Boss" Alessandro called on him, entering into his room just as he was about to hit me.

"I'm sorry, but your attention is needed," He said, looking at me.

"Hmm" He heaved out a sigh, I could tell he was pissed that I had acted out and even more pissed that Alessandro had interrupted his attempt to discipline me.

"Wait outside," He said in a baritone voice to Alessandro.

We were again alone in the room, and I trembled at the thought of what he might do to me. But one thing was certain, I wanted him to be aware of the fact that I wasn't sent to his house to satisfy his sexual urge but to help in cleaning his house until payment of my father's debt was made.

"What were you saying?" He said to me and this time I could clearly see his anger though his shades were still on.

"That I wasn't sent here to have sex with you" I mumbled.

"Well, in case you don't know. I own you, your body, your will and even your spirit if I wish to have that too. You have no right to refuse me access to your body because I own that, capisci? (do you understand)" He asked me.

I couldn't respond but allowed the tears in my eyes to flow down freely.

He walked out of the room, and a few seconds later, Alessandro entered the room.

"Alzarsi (get up)" He said to me.

I did as he said.

"I tried to warn you, but you have to deal with what comes next on your own," He said.

What comes next, what did he mean? I wondered.

"Come in" Alessandro shouted as I stood waiting for what would happen next.

Two guys came in and they walked to where Alessandro and I were standing.

"Take her to the cell and make sure she isn't given food or water until the boss says so" He instructed them. I was shocked and couldn't say anything as they came closer, one on both of my sides and they dragged me out of the room.

I was taken to a cold dark cell where there was no one else. I had been separated from others who were in the cell. There was neither food nor water for me to take. I just laid on the cold hard floor and wished I wouldn't wake up the following morning to experience an even worse situation.