Belong To The Ruthless Mafia Boss

My hands shook as I watched my dad in the little box face to face with the judge.

His eyes were bloodshot red, probably worn out due to the anger and tears.

My eyes darted to the man suing my dad; Robert Lansford. A disgusting smirk plastered on his scarred face, I could perceive the alcohol he'd drank from where I sat.

Watching my dad broke my heart, his hands behind him and his head down in distraught. My eyes watered and my palms were all sweaty, I wiped away the tears and held myself together, i needed to be strong for my father.

This was the first trial and a warning to my father, He had taken a loan from Robert and everyone knows Robert is cunning. But Dad's business needed a boost and now here we are; he couldn't meet up with Robert's needs and now he is in court with a heavy fine of over 200 million. I took on jobs, part time jobs to be able to pay off the debt and yet it still wasn't enough to pay off the loan. I closed my eyes, my ears not hearing anything in the room. It was misty everywhere.

Fuck!

"No further questions, your honour." the defendant lawyer said.

"Very well." replied the judge.

"Your honour, the prosecution would like to ask Mr Albert here some questions."

"Mr Albert Dickinson, what day did you have the agreement with Mr Robert?"

"It was on a Thursday." Dad said.

"Thursday and at 8pm, correct?"

"I am not too sure of the time. i think it was 10pm when i-" Dad said.

"And what was stated in the document given to you?" the lawyer interrupted

"I didn't go through the document, we-

"So you would sign a document or a legal contract without thorough examination Mr Albert?"

"No I wouldn't. We agreed on it before he brought the papers." Dad said.

"The papers, you didn't read." "Your honour my client pitied a broke man and lent him a huge amount of money but it is clear to that Mr Albert has no accurate answer whatsoever-

It was this or nothing. Getting the lawyer was expensive as hell. If I could plead to Robert, maybe he could take pity on dad.

******

"Dad, you need to pay Robert back. He won't let you go." I said to my dad as he sat weakly on the cushion. His watery eyes, looking confused.

"I can't pay enough. He wouldn't let me go Mia." Dad said weakly. I couldn't take it anymore, I was on the verge of tears. I looked at my Dad. I watched him hopelessly.

"If I talk to him, I think he would let you go." I said to my dad. He shook his head tirelessly, disagreeing with me.

"He won't Mia. I'll talk to him again and maybe this time he will listen." Dad said.

"Dad-

"Don't, Mia. I know you are worried about me but I will be fine." He finishes.

I walked out, hiding the tears in the corner of my eyes. My lashes are already wet. I laid on my bed, sobbing softly. Dad was stranded and I couldn't do anything. I had to stop work midway when I heard my father was arrested. Going back, I got fired. I feel so terrible.

I close my eyes, trying to sleep off. Maybe a little sleep would do me some good.

My eyes settled as the calm environment was all I needed. There was no noise and probably Dad had gone to bed.

****

Large hands covered my mouth, making it difficult for me to shout. I screamed into the palm of the stranger. Two large hands held my arms tightly. I couldn't scream and I couldn't breathe properly.

The men covered my face with a bag, making it difficult for me to see them.

I struggled as one of them carried me over his shoulder, I hit his back screaming.

I could not see anything but I felt him going down the stairs. I screamed, but my shouts were muffled by the bag, which covered most of my face.

A car door opened and I was immediately thrown in like a bag of grains. The bag was removed from my head and I was faced with no other person than Robert Landsford.

I don't know what was more disgusting, seeing his face or watching him take a whip and puffing it right in my face. I hate this man to the core that it gave me chills. The air conditioning in the limo was already doing its job. He sat facing me, looking at me with such pleasure and it was disgusting.

"Where are you taking me too?!" I shouted. Fuck him, if he thought he would have any power over me.

"Kids these days." He answered with his laugh. The man was an ugly sight but his laughter was worse.

"I promise you, when my dad notices my absence, you will pay." I said with so much confidence. Even if we were owing him a certain amount, I knew my dad would get me out of this man's custody.

"Who? The man who sold you off like a dog?" He said laughing, crossing his legs together.

That's not true. Dad would never do anything like that. Never.

"You really are a naive little girl." He said. Now relaxing his arms comfortably. He takes his cup filled with alcohol. Gulping it and slurping, making disgusting sounds in the limo.

"My dad would never do anything like that, you son of a b****. Get me out of here!" I screamed. He loved it. He loved the way I shouted, the way I was in pain.

The way he lied to me about 77uDad selling me off. Dad would never do anything of that sort.

"Oh yes, he did. The old man sold you off to cover his debts." He laughed again. The two body guards joined in. I wouldn't believe him.

"You spit shit out of that gutter of a mouth!" I shouted at him. Spitting right at his face.

He held me by my neck, squeezing it.

"If you do, I will send you to the big boss."

The car comes to a stop and soon my head is covered again with a bag but this time with holes in the eyes.

The body guards held me aggressively. I see nothing clearly, just the fact that it was near a dock. Robert was talking to someone and his back was to me. I couldn't hear enough because the place was just ships and noises. They bind my hands with a thin rope that is too tight for blood to flow through. I'm standing with the bodyguards.

They were anticipating their master's next words.

"Put her on the ship." Robert says and watches as they take me into the back of the ship.

Helpless. Dad could not have possibly sold me off to this beast of a man.

They push me right into the ship, some sort of a boot and I hit my head immediately, knocking me out

I couldn't see clearly. The place felt stuffy. They removed the bag from my head, but the room was dark. I could hear the noises from above, they were partying. I was on a ship but to where?

My eyes scan the dark place. It was silent. So silent that I could hear the voice of my thoughts. I couldn't believe dad would sell me off, like a dog.

The music in the ship was louder than any other. I zoned but I was stuck on how my dad sold me off like I didn't mean anything, he didn't need me. I sit up, raising my knees and using it as a support for my head. My throat was dry, my lip busted.

The cold engulfed me, took me into it's chilly embrace. I sobbed silently. The only family I could rely on sold me out. I had no idea where they were taking me too but I know it's nowhere good.

The door open and two hefty men enter,

"Why is this one not with the others?" the first man said, his eyes searching the room.

I shift, curling up in the corner to protect myself.

"I don't know. Maybe she slipped." The other man responded.

"Take her then." the first one said to the other one, looking at him.

They carry me. Struggling wouldn't do anything, I was tired at this point. I allowed them to drag me out, but they put the bag over my head again, making my vision partial.

The sun felt too hot for my skin, I was still in my night dress that exposed half of my breasts and a reasonable amount of my legs. The men took me into what looked like a circus. There were a lot of people. All shouting and all of them men. The cigars and the alcohol filled the atmosphere.

I follow them willingly and they push me to the back of a tent.

"Next on our list, our number 6. Young and beautiful, young enough to carry your kids." the announcer said. The old men snorting and laughing like hyenas.

"The bid starts! Going for 60,000 dollars!" The announcer shouted.

Oh no!

I was in a f****ing auction. I listen as they sell girl after girl. Suddenly, they push me to the front of the tent. My eyes get used to the bright light that follows when the bag is removed.

"This one is not too young, she is old but she will do just right!" the announcer said, squeezing my skin to make me look ripe to the hungry men.

"No! She is not young enough." one man shouted in front.

"Drop the bid price!" Another shout.

"She is beautiful, going for 89,000 dollars!" The announcer shouted. I couldn't believe it. My head was down, I looked dirty. Like a rag. I look down, picking at my fingers waiting for someone to buy me.

"89,000 dollars!" A man shouted in front.

"Going for 89...

"100,000 dollars!" another man shouted.

"Going for 100 dollars...

"150,000 dollars" another shout

"Going for 150...

"1 million." a man said at the back. I looked up instantly because that was a high amount. He came face to face with me. His eyes held mine. It was communication with no words at all. His broad shoulders could be seen even at the back, he was huge. His black hair shines better than the white night gown I wore.

"Going for 1 million...sold!" the announcer says. The man walks, slowly and gracefully to the stage. He opens his palms, his hand to me.

I stand there and watch him.

"I would need my item, wouldn't I?" He asks. I looked at his face, he was so beautiful. His chiselled face looked surreal. Wow.

The announcer pushed me and I fall off the stage, pathetically.

******

He sat facing me in the car, watching me so intently, the ride was so silent. He smelt expensive, I knew he was rich.

I didn't know what was uncomfortable, the way his eyes raked me or the silence in the car.

"Your legs are dirty." He says and takes his handkerchief, cleaning my feet. I felt something in my stomach. Butterflies or -

"We need to clean you up when we get home." Home. He simply says and soon enough the car comes to a stop. The mansion was so huge, something I haven't seen before. He held my hand, leading me into the mansion. He was so gentle. He is meant to be my master but I felt more like a guest.

"You need to eat." He says and calls the maid to cook up something for me. They take me up to the rooms, making me wash in a bubble bath. Everything felt surreal. I wanted to wake up from this dream. The gentleness of this man.

"Why are you so gentle with me?" I ask when I get down to meet him, my voice as soft as it could be. His blue eyes looked at me and he chuckled softly.

"Come, Maria has served the food." He said, leading me to the large dining area.

The food was good, too good. The best I have ever tasted.

He chewed the food delightfully. He was handsome indeed.

I watched him eat more than I ate. I was satisfied watching him eat.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" I ask him, he just bought me. The thought of being sold for a million dollars was still hard to adjust.

"I liked the product." He said and continued eating. My heart did a flipback, ofcourse I am the product.

"You better eat, you look like you would pass out." He said and cleaned the corners of his lips with the napkin on the table. Classy. His table etiquette was indeed top notch.

I wanted to say something else but the siren noises outside beat me to it. Everyone seemed calm, like they were expecting someone to walk out the door.

My head turned in distraction as the sound of heels clicking on the floor enveloped the room.

"If it isn't my dear son."

If it isn't my dear son." My mother walked into the room, her red dress fit and the perfect size and length for her thin skin. Ofcourse, she had her signature hair packed up with no strand of hair out. Her smile came off as a warning, even to me.

She held her Chanel bag. She has probably bragged about that one to millions of people.

"What are you doing here?" I ask her. Not loving the fact she invited herself to my home.

"Oh, please I needed to see my dear son." she says, taking a seat beside me.

"You have. Leave." I responded to her. I didn't want her presence here. I didn't want her to make the air uncomfortable for anyone in this house.

"Come on now, Maria, get me some red wine." she says, clicking her fingers together. My mom has always been a bitch. Her red lips were still in check.

"And who is this?" she asked, looking at my guest. I didn't want any of her problems today. I looked at the girl opposite me. I should figure out her name soon. I don't know why I bought her but I did, she was too beautiful not to. When I saw her on the stage, she looked so frail and weak. I knew I wanted her then. I wanted her to myself, her to be mine. But now I needed time to talk to her, alone.

"Me- I..." She stammered, her dirty blonde hair covering her bruises but not enough of it.

"You suddenly don't know how to speak?" Mom asked her with so much disdain.

"She is my guest and she does not owe you any explanation." I simply say standing up to meet her on the other side of the table. She looked so scared. So fragile. F***k! I loved it. I held her hand, dragging her upstairs with me. It was evident she was still hungry but my mom's presence made her uncomfortable.

"When you are done, leave." I simply say to my mom and leave the dining room with her.

Her eyes fixated on me as we climbed the stairs and eventually entered my room.

She sits on the edge, hiding herself away from me.

"I'm not going to hurt you." I say to her, moving closely to hold her legs.

She says nothing, she just looks at me with those beautiful round brown eyes.

She flinches when I touch her bare skin. The gown Maria made her wear was too short for her. Seeing her bare legs took a toll on me.

"Why are you coming close to me?" she asked me, making me look up at her.

"Why are you leaving then?" I asked her.

"Everything here looks all new to me and I don't trust you." she says, her eyes still wide.

My hands go up to her face and touch her bruises. She was badly treated, I know it. Her pale face was already filled with red spots giving it a natural blush.

"What's your name?" I ask her, eager to know.

"Mia." she simply says. Her eyes look down now, avoiding the contact coming with mine. Mia...Soft and gentle Mia. Her eyes could make me melt more than her face would.

"What happened to you Mia?" I asked her. I know it wasn't appropriate but I wanted to know. She was so quiet and she looked fresh, like she wasn't supposed to be auctioned. I pass by there when I come back from business. The old, mouth watering, men whores would not miss a day to buy a female for the cheapest price possible. My intention was to come straight home, but this one caught my attention.

"I'd rather not say." she simply says.

"Where is this place?" she asks me confused.

"You are in Italy. And I'm Dario." I answered her. My eyes wander to her chest covered with the lace material. It was difficult not to.

"Dario who?" she asked again- her eyes full of questions.

"Does the surname matter?"

"It does." she replied. I chuckle at her innocence. Her reactions are the best.i mean she was so beautiful, her long, lean legs made her tall but not your usual supermodel type of tall. And her pale skin was enough to cause confusion. She could give off as a model but to an extent. Hell she was a glamour puss! Wholesome indeed.

"I need to know more about you- Dario, right?" she asked.

"Yes. What more do you need to know?" She stared wide-eyed.

"I don't know how long it has been but I was in Los Angeles, now I'm in Italy?" she asked. So unsure. I knew they touched her.

"Well that doesn't matter now. You are in Italy and face to face with the most handsome man." I boast.

"I don't think handsome is the word." she said, turning her face the other way.

"Well you aren't denying it either." I gloat with a smile as we both laugh. I love how comfortable the air was getting.

I touch her face, caressing her cheeks softly. I checked my phone and sighed in disappointment.

"We will talk soon." I said and left. It was hard leaving her just like that but I had an important thing to tend too.