Chapter 2 The Mafia's Collateral

"Bring her to me at all costs" His voice thundered, "but I must not find a scratch on her." He added in a cold tone as his men scurried away.

Their fear of him was always at a high peak. After they had left, he took his seat at the table of his magnificent office. He leaned back in the chair and pulled a cigar out of a drawer while he waited for his new sex item to arrive.

He had heard about the drama that unfolded at the restaurant and now he can't wait to see the girl that dared to confront his men. This was new to him. As the leader of a legendary mafia gang, Donatello Rossini, also known as "boss," was taken aback; no one had dared to speak back to his men, much alone look them in the eye, but she had done more, which infuriated him the most.

***

Julia assisted her mother by cleaning the restaurant while the middle-aged woman cleared the kitchen. They were finished for the day, and she could not wait to take a break, even though she knew it would be difficult. Considering the thoughts she has in her mind, she felt very uncomfortable.

She was still immersed in her thoughts when she heard a voice behind her, "We meet again, sweetheart."

She jolted back and looked up quickly to the same wicked faces she had seen hours ago. She was curious as to why they had returned so swiftly; were they planning to renew their contract? Or perhaps they realized it was not for them in the first place and have returned to recover it, she reasoned.

"We have come to take what's ours," The man started, "by now you must have gone through the contract to understand what we want."

At this point, Julia tried to relieve herself of any fear. "What brings you back so quickly? You did not give us the time you promised."

"Well, things have changed. The boss got a little impatient. He needs you now." The man licked his lips.

Julia could feel herself shivering, but before she could say anything further, one of the men grabbed her. She scratched and kicked but to no avail, only her scream got the presence of her mother who came rushing to the scene. She begged with a series of pleas to release her daughter but it fell on deaf ears as the vehicle drove out and into the street.

***

"Boss, Marcello and the men have arrived." One of the men said.

"Let them in." He said in a hoarse voice.

When the door opened, Julia was taken inside the room, her head toward the ground, followed by Marcello and the other two men, each clutching her arm hard.

"Your hold on me is too tight." She protested, attempting to loosen their grasp.

"You do not dare to speak in front of the boss." Marcello warned.

When they reached the boss, they paused and shoved her to the ground. Julia, who had no idea where she was, glanced upward.

Surrounding her were men dressed in black shirts and pants, as well as ladies, well, sluts, judging from their dressing.

They all looked at her with contempt, while some laughed.

"Quiet." Don commanded.

The entire room became silent. Julia looked up and locked eyes with the most cold gaze she has ever seen. She could feel his stare piercing right through her heart. His face alone conveys his entire personality; from his sharply defined jaws to his cheekbones and well-shaped face, every element seems to exude a sinister energy that screams authority.

He stared at her, not blinking a bit. His eyes felt like he could see right through her, like he could navigate her pasts and secrets. Then all of a sudden, it fell to her lips. All this while she kept her eyes on him, wanting to break the contact but she couldn't. Something did not just feel right.

Soon, the whole staring facade came to an end when one of the sluts kissed him on the cheek.

That brought Julia back to reality, she was surprised at herself for not recognizing the two brunette ladies seated at his sides. They rubbed their bodies into his as he took turns massaging their breasts. Moans were heard, but no one paid attention to them; it was the usual thing.

"Who is she?" One of the thick brunette with protruding breasts, asked.

"A new toy," The boss answered and they all laughed. This angered Julia but she remained mute. Sensing the kind of people around her, she could be killed with just a click of fingers from their leader.

"Silence," he ordered as he rose from his seat and approached Julia who was still on the floor. When he got close to her, he bent down on one knee and brought his face close to her. The young girl, still repulsed by what she had just witnessed, shifted her face back, her heart thudding quickly.

He paused abruptly, chuckled, and then picked her up off the ground and pinned her against the wall. The people watched with interest.

With one hand, he held her two hands up tightly and forced a kiss on her lips. She attempted to struggle, but Don's grasp on her was too powerful. With his other hand, he slipped inside her blouse and fondled her breasts.

Julia could feel her heart trying to push itself out of its ribcage. She was quivering with every touch and stroke.

Suddenly his hand slipped down to her skirt, it passed through the band and into her panties, slipping a finger into her, "Hmm, still tight." he whispered before coming to a stop.

"Get her to change into some pretty lingerie, I would need her to entertain me tonight." He announced it to one of the girls, Brittany.

"I would do no such thing," Julia blurted out while fixing herself. She can't believe she just let a man do how he wants with her.

Don came to a halt in his tracks, taken aback by her comments.

"Don't hit her, I wouldn't want to see a mark on her pretty skin plus she is quite special." He gestured to Marcello.

"You've really got some nerve," He remarked coldly, "But let me remind you that you are mine now, and the more you learn to keep your mouth shut, the simpler your life here will be. Now be a good girl and come make me happy."

As she was being escorted out, one of his men from outside approached him, "Mr. Martin would like to speak with you."

Don's face hardened. "Marcello," he called out to his personal assistant, "Tell Brittany to put a halt to the dressing. Something important just came up."

"Yes, Boss" He bowed and left the room.

He walked up to his table, irritated, and pulled his smartphone from the drawer. He was enraged at hearing his step brother's name; the young man was skilled at seizing every opportunity to ruin his enjoyment.

After putting his phone into his pocket, someone strode in, "Hey brother, long time no see."