Mafia Vengeance

Today was one hell of a hectic day. I'm so tired that I just want to lay on my bed. Oh, My sweet, soft bed. I'm coming.

I was on my way home and it was 9 o'clock at night. There were not many people around. I was thinking what my mother would have made for dinner, cause I'm starving. Food is my life. Oh, I hope she made chicken.

"AHHH." A scream escaped my lips.

I bumped into a wall and fell down. My butt hurts like hell. When I opened my eyes I saw brown timberland boots. Oh! God. It's not a wall but a man. Damn it!

I slowly craned my neck up to see the person, and a low gasp left my mouth seeing the guy. He was strikingly handsome. Tall, muscular built, silky, smooth, black hair falling on his forehead. He was wearing ripped black jeans and a black leather jacket.

But when my eyes met his, I froze because his irises were black completely black, pitch dark, or maybe the darkest shade of brown. His face was expressionless. And the intensity by which he was looking at me was so intense that it made me glued to my spot. Somehow, I got dangerous vibes from him.

Then he looked at someone behind me, and he passed by me. That's when I got out of my trance and stood up. I straighten myself up. And turned around but to my astonishment, he was nowhere to be seen. Strange, he didn't even say sorry, creepy weirdo!

When I reached home, Mom greeted me and asked me about my day. Dad joined us at the table, I told them everything about my day, except that I bumped into a weirdo. After, dinner. I went to my room and drifted into a deep slumber.

As usual, the next day I went to school after that to work. When I was coming back from work, it was like someone was staring at me all the time. But I didn't see anyone. I ignored that feeling and went home.

It's been three months, and I felt weird every time I went out as if someone was staring at me or following me. But I didn't find anyone when I searched for the source. I ignored it every time but I know someone is watching me all the time. And it gives me a fright.

First I thought of telling my parents, but they will be worried and won't let me work. But I wanted to work for my own experience. I only have mom and dad, they are my only family, I don't want them to be sad. So I ignored the idea of telling them about this.

This weekend, Lisa texted me for a meetup tomorrow because it's a holiday and I haven't met my friends for a few days.

I met them at the cafe and we enjoyed our meet up. Talked about all the stuff and gossip. We enjoyed it a lot. After, bidding bye to everyone. On my way home, I got a text from mom.

"Honey, come home it's late."

When I was about to reply, I felt a hand on my mouth, I tried to struggle but that person was holding a cloth to my mouth, and when I sniffed something, everything became blurry, and I went unconscious.

When I woke up my eyes felt heavy. I tried to move but my movements were restrained. I couldn't move my hands and legs. They were tied with a rope. I panicked and opened my eyes, adjusting to the surroundings, which seemed to be unfamiliar. Then all the memories of what happened came like a roller coaster in my head. I remembered what happened. I looked around and there was no one in the room. Everything was quite luxurious.

Then suddenly the door opened and in came the guy, who looked familiar as if I've seen him before, but when my eyes met his, a chill ran down my spine and I gulped. He was the same guy who bumped into me in the alley. How can I forget those pitch-black eyes?

That man came closer and sat on the bed and tried to touch my cheeks but I moved back. His eyes were scary, I was scared of him. He can also feel that, And he smirked. Which made him look like a handsome devil. He didn't say anything. Just kept staring at me with his scrutinising gaze. It was like his stare was piercing through my soul. Then with all the courage, I asked. All in one breath.

"Who are y-you? Where am I? What do you want? Let me go!" Chloe asked, panicked.

He gave me an amused look and smirked. What's with him and all the smirking?

"W-what?" She stuttered.

He then started coming closer. I backed up a little. He then leaned in closer than I liked and whispered in my ear, while licking my earlobe.

"You are Mine." He rasped, making her heart freeze.

When I woke up my eyes felt heavy. I tried to move but my movements were restrained. I couldn't move my hands and legs. They were tied with a rope. I panicked and opened my eyes, adjusting to the surroundings, which seemed to be unfamiliar. Then all the memories of what happened came like a roller coaster in my head. I remembered what happened. I looked around and there was no one in the room. Everything was quite luxurious.

Then suddenly the door opened and in came the guy, who looked familiar as if I've seen him before, but when my eyes met his, a chill ran down my spine and I gulped. He was the same guy who bumped into me in the alley. How can I forget those pitch-black eyes?

That man came closer and sat on the bed and tried to touch my cheeks but I moved back. His eyes were scary, I was scared of him. He can also feel that, And he smirked. Which made him look like a handsome devil. He didn't say anything. Just kept staring at me with his scrutinizing gaze. It was like his stare was piercing through my soul. Then with all the courage, I asked. All in one breath.

"Who are y-you? Where am I? What do you want? Let me go!" Chloe asked, panicked.

He gave me an amused look and smirked. What's with him and all the smirking?

"W-what?" She stuttered.

He then started coming closer. I backed up a little. He then leaned in closer than I liked and whispered in my ear, while licking my earlobe.

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"You are mine." He husked, making me freeze on the spot. His words felt so creepy and terrifying, she just wants to believe that it was one of the nightmares and she'll wake up all fine and well in her room but unfortunately, there was nothing like this. It's the reality in which she was trapped.

"W-what?" I trembled badly, my throat felt clogged up.

My words came out as a stutter. As he moved back. Sweat beads appeared on my forehead. I felt scared. My heart was racing so fast. And my mind was blank. I couldn't think of anything.

"You heard me!" He mused, with a smirk on his face.

But what is wrong with this guy? You can't just kidnap someone and say you are mine. I wanted to put some common sense in his head, but he looks scary. I felt extremely intimidated by him.

"I-I'm not yours." I mustered up the courage and spoke up, I don't even know where my courage came from.

He chuckled as if I said the most amusing thing, and his chuckle converted into a smile. And it wasn't any genuine smile, it was a sinister smile. His eyes have some glint in them which is unknown to me.

Smiling, he caresses my cheek and I flinched back from his touch. Which caused a change in his demeanor. The smile was gone and replaced by a dark expression, his lips sealed into a thin line. He held my chin roughly in his harsh grip and pulled my face closer to his, a whimper left my mouth with his rough hold. His nails were digging into my flesh. When we were dangerously close enough, I could feel his breath on my face. He spoke menacingly.

"You are mine. Mine to do as I please." He rasped, making my eyes widen.

His words terrified me to no end. But the thing that shook me to my core and made my blood run cold in my veins were his eyes. The intensity and emptiness of his dark pitch orbs held a promise.

A promise to break me, corrupt me, and make me his forever.

I closed my eyes shut, having long forgotten the pain of his hold on my chin. I can't look into those pitch-black eyes. They scared me to this much extent that I started trembling with fear. Tears were rolling down my eyes by now. I felt his fingers leave my chin and wipe my tears.

"Look in my eyes, Chloe." He hissed.

On hearing my name my eyes shot open. But I didn't look at him, instead, I kept my eyes on the floor. How does he know my name?

I saw he clenched his fist and then clenched it. as he growled.

"I said look at me!" He roared this time.

Horrified by his loud voice, I flinched back and looked at him.

"l-let m-me go P-please." My voice was scared.

I pleaded, on this, his jaw tightened. While his fingers made their way into my hair, he grabbed my hair in his grip and pulled them hard. Making me scream out in pain. He seethed.

"You belong to me, understand? The faster you accept it, the better it is for you." He warned me.

I bit my lower lip to suppress my cries. I felt his thumb on my lower lip. And the next moment his lips were on mine. My eyes were wide open. I was numb for a moment until I felt his tongue licking my lips for entrance. I sealed my lips in a tight line and started struggling hard. And my tears were not stopping.

I felt a harsh tug on my hair and a whimper left my mouth. Which he used as an opportunity and slid his tongue into my mouth and started devouring it. My struggles were in vain, his hand was in my hair and the other holding my waist tightly to keep me in place.

So I bit his tongue and he abruptly left me. While whispering a chain of curses.

I was breathing heavily now. And the look he was giving me was terrific. Which makes a shiver run down my spine. I saw blood at the corner of his mouth. He wiped it with his thumb and looked at it. ( I am dead now)

Then suddenly there was a knock on the door which startled me. He stood up and said come in. A young man came in. He was handsome with a sharp jawline and muscular lean physique, with a tan complexion. He spoke while looking at me.

The tan complexion guy said. "We need to talk, Andrew."

"Alright." Was Andrew's plane reply.

That guy left then Andrew looked at me and said.

"I'm not done, babe. I'll be back."

Before, leaving Andrew came closer to me. I shrink back on thinking about what he'll do now.

But he leaned closer and untied my hands and legs. I couldn't stop myself from thinking about why he is untying me. Is he going to kill me now?

But he moved towards the wardrobe. And I looked at my hands while rubbing my wrists slowly. There were dark red bruises on my wrists.

My eyes landed on the door and then the window, and the idea of running came to my mind. But I was startled when he spoke.

"Don't even think of running. That will lead you to the worst consequences." He warned.

I was shocked that he knew what I was thinking. But his threat scared me.

He threw a T-shirt and sweatpants on the bed. And left the room. I heard a clicking sound which meant he locked the door.

I ran towards the door and locked it from the inside. I was feeling angry, weak, and suffocated. But I calmed myself down and what just happened was a flashback in front of me.

My vision gets blurred by the tears.

"That bastard!" She cursed, lowly.

My mind was full of all the questions. How does he know my name? I don't even know him. The first time I saw him was three months ago, I remembered him because of his dark eyes. I never saw him again after that until now. What different things have happened in these three months, nothing. Except that-

My breathing stopped when reality hit me. In these three months whenever I left my house, I felt as if someone was following me, or staring at me, I always ignored that. But now it is confirmed that I was being stalked by him. And it all started after I bumped into him.

I sat on the floor thinking how could I be so stupid? What will I do now? I just hope mom and Dad will find me soon.

Sobbing, I stood up from the floor and went to the washroom.

I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were swollen because of crying and my hair was all messed up. My clothes were dirty. And my lips were swollen. What just happened moments ago played in my mind.

That bastard! How dare he touch me like that. He took my first kiss. I kept staring at myself in the mirror and touched my lips. Again I felt the sensation of his soft, warm lips.

I hate him!

I sighed and locked the washroom door. And took a shower. It felt so good. There was a new toothbrush there, so I used that. After showering, I wrapped a towel around me. And came into the room and changed my clothes.

My hair was soaking wet and I don't have a dryer, so I let it be. But the droplets from my hair were making my shirt wet. It was white so quite a see-through. It was reaching to my knees and was loose.

I gasp when the door suddenly opens showing the heartless, ruthless person I never wanted to see. My heart started pacing faster.

He moved towards me. I unintentionally moved back and was shocked at how the door opened. I'm sure I locked it.

He was looking at me intensely. He didn't say anything for a while. I didn't dare to look into his eyes. He was holding a dish of food. But he just stood there not moving. I hesitantly looked at him and found him looking at my body. My cheeks heat up from his scrutinizing gaze. My shirt was still wet. I put my arms at my chest to cover it. That moved his attention directly to my eyes. And I lowered my gaze.

He smirked and said

"You look hot in my shirt." Her breath hitched at his words.

He spoke huskily, while his eyes were shamelessly roaming my body.

"And babe my voice is the door's lock. So don't think that locking the door from inside will be of any help." He mused.

The smirk never left him. He leaned towards me. I backed away. He is creepy!

"Here, eat this." He ordered.

He put the dish with food on the bedside table. And came towards me. I step back, but he immediately holds my waist and slammed me on his hard chest.

"So slim, so sexy." He said huskily in my ear. Tracing his nose on the crook of my neck and sniffing. Giving me goosebumps all over my body. I tried to push him. But he only tightens his grip on my waist.

He slightly kissed my neck. I was frozen. With that, he left me standing there like a statue and left the room while locking it from the outside.

I sat on the bed while shaking my head about what just happened. Why did his lips feel so warm? The sensation of his warm breathing on my neck.

What am I even thinking Ugh!

My stomach growled and I looked at the food. It looks good. I took one bite to see if something happened. If it's poisonous or something but it's fine. So I ate all of it.

A sudden thought of running came into my mind. I looked around the room and saw a window. I went towards it and tried to open it. But it was locked. I tried to open it with my hairpin-like in the movies I've seen but it wasn't working. I went to the washroom and there was a window at the corner, which was open and I can pass through that easily...

I went down from the window with the help of bed sheets which I tied together and with the help of it, I made it to the ground. Then I removed the dust from my clothes. And looked up on the upper floor and saw...... ANDREW.....

He was on the upper floor looking at me intensely. My heart stopped beating with the terror of the consequences. His expression was telling me to stop but instead I ran as fast as I could. I don't know where I am. Where I'm going but I run as my life depends on it. Which, really depends.

I hear the door being slammed and loud thudding sounds at my back while running. But the next thing I knew I was in the air and my heart almost dropped.