Let Me Go, Mr. Mafia

Vivian's POV

"Please, Father, don't let them take me away!" I begged, my voice shaking with fear.

My father stood still, his eyes fixed on me as the men dragged me away. My younger brother, Neil, grasped my hand, trying to hold on, but they pushed him aside.

"Someone, please call the police! I'm being kidnapped!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

One of the men, with a menacing glare, at me "What? Can't I talk?" I spat in his face, defiant.

They look nothing to being human because they look more like a bulldozer.

He raised his hand to hit me, but another man stopped him. "The boss said no harm, no scratches."

I struggled and kicked, but they held me tight. "Who is their boss? What does he want from me?" I thought, panic rising.

Why was everyone scared of him? Why wasn't anyone helping me?

As they forced me into the car, I thought of my mother. She wasn't healthy enough to handle this worry.

"I always thought the man I called Father was useless, but I never thought he'd be this heartless," I whispered to myself, tears streaming down my face.

Let me go please!, I pleaded, but they ignored me. They don't even do like I was inside the car.

The car sped away, leaving my family and life behind. As we reached the middle of the deserted road, I grew more fearful and desperate to escape.

"Stop the car, I need to use the restroom!" I pleaded.

They ignored me until I shouted again.

"Stop the car!"

They finally stopped, and one of them ordered, "Get out."

I crossed to the other side of the road, followed by one of the men. As I headed towards the bushes, he asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'm uncomfortable relieving myself with people around," I explained.

"What do you mean?" he asked again.

"I can't urinate with people watching," I repeated.

How does that affect you? He asked.

He really have a big problem, so you expect to ease myself infront of you? I asked

He grabbed my clothes, trying to drag me back to the car, but the other man intervened.

"Leave her alone," he said.

"What do you mean?" I asked, but before I could get an answer, one of the men whispered, "What if she tries to escape?" His companion replied sternly, "She can't."

I smirked, sensing an opportunity. As the first man stepped away from me, allowing me to enter the bushes, I pretended to bend down. When I noticed they weren't paying attention, I seized my chance and started running.

"She's getting away!" one of them shouted.

They chased after me, their footsteps pounding the ground. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, my heart racing with fear. They didn't know I was a skilled runner; if they had seen my talents in school, I would probably be representing my country by now.

One of them grabbed my arm, spinning me around. "You think you can escape?" he sneered, raising his hand to slap me.

I struggled to break free, but he was too strong. Just then, the other man intervened.

"Let her go," he ordered. "The boss won't be pleased if she's harmed."

The man released me, and I seized the opportunity, kicking him in a vulnerable spot. I didn't hesitate; I took off running again, determined to escape.

I kept running, unsure of my destination, but driven by one goal: to escape from them. Once free, everything else would fall into place, and I could find my way back home.

"Stop, or I'll shoot!" one of them shouted.

But I didn't stop. Their boss had said I couldn't have a scratch, so they wouldn't dare harm me.

As I ran, I tripped on a stone and fell. "Ouch!" I cried out in pain.

Suddenly, I felt someone's presence in front of me. I sighed in frustration, thinking it was one of my pursuers, but the leather on his shoe was different from theirs.

I raised my head slightly to see who it was, but he wore a mask and gloves. The darkness made it impossible to see his face clearly, but I can see his piercing, he is have blue piercing.

I looked him up and down. "Who is he? What is he doing here?" I wondered.

No sane person would be here; I doubted he was human.

Desperate, I begged, "Please, save my life!"

But he stepped back.

I managed to stand on my toes when I heard the footsteps approaching. I hid behind him, pleading, "Save me!"

He shifted away, but I held on. "Please, save me!"

The men stopped, and to my surprise, they knelt and bowed.

"Come here," a cold voice said.

I breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm safe!"

So they have someone they are scare of, I thought smiling happily

But my joy was short-lived.

"Boss?" they whispered.

My heart sank. "I'm dead.

"Boss? Is he here?" I whispered.

"Don't tell me he's there, boss..." I whispered, my voice trembling.

I thought I was safe, but now I wasn't so sure. Had I walked into a trap? The man they called "Boss" stepped back, revealing a disturbing sight. The air filled with the pungent smell of blood.

I scanned my surroundings, wondering if someone was injured. The scent was unmistakable - human blood. My eyes searched frantically until they landed on his hand. Blood dripped from his gloves, sending a chill down my spine.

I retreated, fear gripping my heart. I moved back and turned to run away, but what I saw took my breath away.

Someone lay lifelessly on the ground, covered in blood. I looked at the body, then back at the man they called "Boss." Our eyes met, sending shivers down my spine.

I saw nothing but cold, calculating darkness in his gaze. His eyes seemed to bore into my soul, freezing my blood.

My heart racing, I tried to process the horror before me. Was this another victim, or someone I knew? The possibilities sent my mind reeling.

Vivian's POV

"Let me go!" I shouted, struggling against the men's grip. I thought I had finally escaped, but now I realized I had walked into a trap - a dangerous one.

"It would have been better if you hadn't injured my toes," I spat, defiance burning within me. "Who the hell are you? What do you people want from me?"

My struggles were futile; they were too strong. My words fell on deaf ears.

"Shut her up!" the man they called "Boss" ordered, emerging from the shadows.

One of his men produced a white cloth and gagged me, silencing my cries. I glared at the blue-eyed man, my eyes blazing with determination.

I will make sure you regret this, I thought, but the cloth muffled my voice.

As they dragged me away, I shot him a venomous glance, my mind racing with plans for escape.

As they dragged me deeper into the darkness, I couldn't help but think of my family and friends. Would I ever see them again?

The blue-eyed man's gaze lingered in my mind, sending shivers down my spine. Who was he, and what did he want from me?

We reached a black SUV, and they tossed me into the backseat. The door slammed shut behind me, and I was trapped.

The engine roared to life, and we sped away into the night. I struggled against the gag, but it was too tight.

Suddenly, the blue-eyed man appeared beside me, his eyes gleaming in the dim light.

"You're quite feisty," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I like that."

I glared at him, my anger and fear boiling over.

"What do you want from me?" I demanded, my voice muffled by the gag.

He smiled, his lips curling upward.

"All in good time," he whispered, his breath caressing my ear.

I shuddered, my heart racing with terror. Where were they taking me? And what did they plan to do with me?

"Stop the car!" the blue-eyed man ordered.

The vehicle halted, and I wondered if we had finally arrived. I scanned my surroundings, expecting to see a house or some sign of civilization. But there was nothing.

The blue-eyed man stepped out, signaling to the others to leave. I watched through the side mirror, curious. Wasn't he coming with us? Where was he going?

As the car pulled away, I lost sight of him. My anxiety spiked.

We drove for a few more minutes before arriving at a stunning, isolated building. Its grandeur was eerie, surrounded by nothing but emptiness. No neighboring houses, no other structures - just this solitary mansion.

Its beauty belied the fear gripping my heart. What lay within its walls?

The guard drove into the compound, and I was immediately struck by the sheer number of guards stationed at every angle, their guns at the ready.

"How interesting," I thought, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is this how I'll meet my end?"

The car stopped, and a chill ran down my spine. If they decided to harm me here, no one would ever know.

With a mix of fear and determination, I stepped out of the car, limping due to my injured leg. Two men grasped my arms, dragging me toward an underground basement.

As we descended, I swallowed hard, fighting the numbness spreading through my throat.

One of the men opened the door to a dingy room and pushed me inside. I fell onto my injured toes, and a sharp pain shot through my foot. I winced, clutching my leg.

The room was cold, dark, and foreboding. I wrapped my arms around myself, seeking comfort in the isolation.

I huddled in the corner, my eyes adjusting to the dim light. The room was sparse, with stone walls and a single flickering bulb. A metal door slammed shut behind me, and I heard the sound of locks clicking into place.

"Welcome to your new home," a voice sneered from outside.

The voice is different from the blue_eyes man

"What do you want from me?" I shouted, my voice echoing off the walls.

There was no response.

Hours passed, or what felt like hours. Time lost meaning in this darkness.

I heard footsteps outside, followed by the sound of a tray being slid through a slot in the door.

"Food," a voice called.

I hesitated, but hunger won out. I crawled toward the slot and retrieved the tray.

A plain meal - bread, cheese, and water.

As I ate, my thoughts drifted back to my family, and a wave of sadness washed over me. But hunger drove me to continue, my sole motivation being to regain strength for my eventual escape.

The door creaked open, and a guard entered, his rough grasp dragging me to my feet. My injured toes throbbed in protest. I desperately needed medical attention.

As we left the dimly lit room, the sudden brightness assaulted my eyes, forcing me to squint.

"Move," the guard ordered, his tone firm but impersonal.

I obeyed, following him through the corridors, unsure of our destination.

As I entered the big, fancy building, I was amazed by how busy it was. Maids were rushing around, wearing nice uniforms that made my torn clothes look even worse. Guards were standing everywhere, watching carefully.

This person must be very powerful.

The guard took me through the hallways to a fancy door. He knocked twice, and a deep voice told us to come in.

I stepped inside, and suddenly, a guard shoved me to the ground. I winced in pain.

"Can't they treat me with dignity?" I thought, scanning the room for someone in authority.

"Leave!" a voice commanded.

I stood up, relieved, but was swiftly dragged back.

"Didn't he just tell me to leave?" I wondered, confused.

"Let go of my clothes!" I demanded "Are you deaf? Your boss just ordered me to leave!"

"I told you, you've got the wrong person," I insisted. "Now you're disobeying orders. Release me!"

I turned to face the person holding me, expecting a guard. Instead, I saw someone else.

The guard bowed and swiftly departed, leaving me with this new figure.

Vivian's pov

I gazed at the man before me, still gripping my clothes. His attire was impeccable, a stark contrast to the rugged figure I encountered in the bush. Although both shared piercing blue eyes, this man's hairstyle and build were distinctly different. The mask and gloves, however, sparked unease.

Why the gloves? Had he recently committed a crime?

"Release my clothes," I said firmly. "I won't run."

"Like you could," he retorted, a hint of amusement in his voice.

His tone was unfamiliar, distinct from the bush encounter.

"On your knees!" he ordered.

"Why?" I asked, rooted in place. Life had taught me to question authority.

The man's eyes narrowed. "Did you just question me?"

He settled into a chair, his gaze never leaving mine.

The man's eyes seemed to bore into my soul, as if daring me to disobey. But I stood firm, refusing to yield.

"Who are you?" I demanded, my voice steady. "What do you want from me?"

A hint of surprise flickered across his face, followed by a calculating glint.

"You're bold, I'll give you that," he said, leaning back in his chair. "But boldness can be a liability."

He gestured to the floor.

"Kneel, Vivian. It's not a request."

I hesitated, weighing my options. But something in his tone made me realize that resistance might not be the best choice.

Slowly, I sank to my knees, my eyes locked on his.

"What do you want from me?" I repeated.

The man leaned forward, his blue eyes piercing.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"I don't owe you anything," I replied, sitting down instead of remaining on my knees.

My action wasn't defiance, but necessity – my toes ached terribly, and I wouldn't indulge him in unnecessary suffering.

He smirked, noticing my changed position.

"Don't dare me!" he warned, his smile still playing on his lips.

I met his gaze, puzzled.

"Who's daring you?" I thought, my eyes locked on his. "I won't be intimidated."

"Get on your knees!" he growled, his cold voice sending shivers down my spine.

I pretended ignorance, remaining seated, but his anger was palpable.

He rose from his chair, his face darkening. His hand instinctively went to the gun beside him.

I gasped, fear gripping my heart. "Is that... real?" I stammered.

"When I shoot you," he sneered, "you'll find out – probably in hell, because you'll be dead by then."

My bravery shattered, I swiftly dropped to my knees, my heart racing.

"Please," I whispered, eyes fixed on the gun.

His gaze lingered on me, a mix of frustration and fascination.

"You're stubborn," he said, holstering the gun. "I like that."

He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming.

"But," he whispered, his breath on my skin, "you'll learn to obey."

I trembled, unsure if I should defy him further.

The guard's whispered words seemed to alter Lincoln's demeanor. He pocketed the gun and turned to leave.

I will be back for you ,take her to where she belongs," he ordered, striding out of the room.

The guard turned to me. "Stand up and follow me."

I obeyed, trailing behind him as we navigated the mansion's opulent corridors. The grandeur surrounding me was breathtaking – crystal chandeliers, marble floors, and exquisite artwork.

We reached a separate wing, and I assumed this was the maids' quarters. Rows of doors lined the hallway, with maids bustling about, attending to their duties.

The guard stopped at a door marked "23" and opened it.

"Your new home," he said, gesturing for me to enter.

I stepped inside, taking in the simple yet cozy space. two bed space , two dresser, and a small closet comprised the modest furnishings. I guessed I'm having a roommates.

A maid, with a warm smile, greeted me. "Welcome, Vivian. I'm Emma. I'll help you settle in."

I regarded Emma silently for a moment before responding to her warm greeting. Making friends wasn't my habit, and our age difference made me wary.

Once the guards departed, leaving us alone, Emma's gaze fell upon my injured leg. She gasped and urged me to sit, offering to tend to my wound. Grateful for her kindness, I accepted.

As she worked, her gentle touch eased my discomfort. After finishing, she handed me a set of maid's attire.

"Change into these," she instructed.

I hesitated, eyeing the uniform with distaste. But it was better than my tattered clothes.

I retreated to the bathroom, welcoming the warmth of the shower. The water washed away some of my anxiety, but questions lingered.

As I changed into the crisp maid's uniform, Emma waited patiently outside.

As she showed me around the mansion, I couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to my presence here than met the eye.

"What's Lincoln's true intention?" I wondered. "

Hey! I said

"I'm not hey!" Emma corrected, smiling.

"Sorry about that," I replied. "Can you tell me about this place?"

Emma's expression turned somber. "It's a dangerous place you wouldn't wish to live. To survive, you must be strong and cautious. Never disobey Lord Lincoln."

"Lord Lincoln?" I repeated, confirming the name. "He seems to be the boss here."

Emma nodded.

"Why are you here?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

"Not everyone here is happy to be here," Emma said, her voice barely above a whisper. "We were all forced by one circumstance or another."

I sighed, overwhelmed. "This is more than I thought."

My mind racing, I asked, "Is he always wearing a mask and gloves?"

Emma leaned in, her eyes darting around the room. "Yes, no one has ever seen his face. We don't know why he wears those."

I frowned, intrigued. "Is he hiding something?"

Emma's gaze met mine, filled with a mix of fear and warning. "Don't ask questions, Vivian. Just obey and stay safe."

Suddenly, footsteps echoed outside the room. Emma's eyes widened.

I turned to see who Emma had noticed, and a group of maids approached. Emma bowed hastily and scurried away.

The lead maid stepped closer, her eyes scrutinizing me. "You're new here?"

I nodded.

"Then you should know better than to not greet," she said, her tone sharp.

"I'm a maid, just like you," I replied, confusion etched on my face.

Her expression darkened, and she stepped on my recently injured toes. I screamed in agony.

A nearby guard rushed over. "What's going on here?"

The maid's demeanor shifted, and she laughed. "Nothing, just playing."

I glared, tears welling in my eyes. "Just playing?" I repeated, incredulous.

The guard's gaze lingered on me before turning to the maid. "Lord Lincoln wants to see you," he said, his voice firm.

My heart skipped a beat. What did Lincoln want now?