Mafias Kidnapped Wife

Sofia.

4:00 AM

Groaning as I got awakened by certain noises I couldn't point out and that weren't very far away from my isolated cabin. Geez, couldn't a person sleep in peace? I repetitively groaned and moaned in annoyance.

"The heck?" I tried turning on the light just to be instantly disappointed. Why right the fudge now, Gods?

I subtly looked out the window of my bedroom to glimpse a tainted black SUV and two men dressed in black clothing, dragging another....man out of the trunk like a sack of damn potatoes and throwing him near the thick bushes on the side to speed out and leave me still shocked at what the heck just happened?

Why would they do that? Who were they? is that man still alive? Oh crap, what if he's dead?

I...have a dead body on my fucking property!

My hands shook as I sweat dropped and began pacing around in the dark. What am I going to do? How the hell am I supposed to call the ambulance or the Sheriff when the electricity was off and my phone dead? What if they returned and came after me?!

"No, no, no! Positive thoughts, Sofia. Get out of your head!" Realizing that I had been cooped up in my thinking and shocked state, I shook off that fear that the dangerous looking men might have killed an innocent human being and threw him near my home.

And might possibly, kinda, maybe, perhaps, come after me if they were still out there.

I discarded that last thought, a slither of rationality coming back to me.

Maybe they thought that my cabin was abandoned, right? They weren't coming back, here...?

Oh Crap.

I quickly threw on my black hoodie on my hanger and wore my Crocs as I held onto my small flashlight and small swiss knife- for safety measures- to help the injured and possibly half dead man outside.

The cold breeze made my skin prickle like gooseflesh as I opened my door, hushed prayers leaving my lips hastily before I jogged in the direction that I'd seen those monsters throw the man.

As I near the thick bush I start hearing, faint groaning and hissing coming from him, I sighed out a breath of relief that the man was still alive.

Softly approaching the badly injured stranger. I found him laid on his back with his dark brown locks on his forehead shielding me from seeing his eyes as I pointed the flashlight at him.

"Sir? Oh, my," I gasped seeing his tattered and beaten self and tried to form a comprehendible sentence as fear struck me like a lightning bolt. I haven't seen that much blood since... don't make this about yourself Sofia!

I shook my head dropping to my knees as I heard the stranger let out strained words leave his chapped lips, "Erm. A-are you, okay, sir?"

Darmnit! of course, he wasn't okay? why would I ask him that? Stupid social anxiety.

I heard the stranger mumble, incoherent words as if he was trying to communicate and my fear for his life skyrocketed with every drop of blood he bled through his white shirt.

"A-actually don't answer that. Here, let me help you, please." I facepalmed myself for my lack of courtesy and stupidness.

I gathered my awkward self enough to revoice my thoughts. "Ah-uh, Sir? My name is Sofia Luna and I'm here to help you, okay?" As I tried, keyword tried, to pull his huge muscled arm to put it on my shoulder and balance us. I then realized how huge his frame was compared to my small one.

"C-can you please try to help yourself up a bit, so that I can take care of your wounds?" I softly uttered.

Groaning out again, the man tried to move but collapsed to the ground, a hiss leaving his chapped lips.

And for a minute the world stopped as the hulking stranger opened his pretty tourmaline eyes to look at me for a brief second.

Something akin to surprise lurked in those eyes of his but I didn't know why I wanted to unravel it. And for a heartbeat before slipping out of consciousness he murmured, his voice harder than gravel, "Thank you."

Beautiful, was the only word I thought of when I caught sight of his jade orbs.

Eyes so green that it made the trees and grass surrounding the small lake a few meters away look like nothing. Their natural beauty barely held a candle to his eyes as they shone through. Expressing themselves with a single glance.

Gods, I was forgetting to tend to the matters at hand. Bringing him into my safe space was definitely not the surest thing to do. But it was the right thing. For the sake of his wavering physical state, I had to help him.

The guy can turn out to be a serial killer for Gods' sake but I wanted to help him anyways. My saviour's complex was definitely going to be the death of me.

Crap, I was overthinking again and practically letting him freeze in the cold with his injuries unattended and damnit, I was going to have to drag Hulk, home.

My home.

"This is gonna be a long ass night," I murmured to myself before starting to slowly haul the huge mountain man to my safe haven, "I hope that I wouldn't regret this."

Sofia.

After, I had successfully brought him in as in dragged the stranger to my home and put him on the fairly small couch that can barely contain his bulking and muscly frame.

I ran to my bathroom to retrieve the first aid kit to see to his wounds. My hands shook as the familiar scent of the crimson liquid tainted and stuck to my hands and clothes from having too much contact with the injured male.

The feel of blood on my hands was triggering but I needed to help the green eyed spicemen heal in any way that I could.

Slowly taking his tattered, dirty, bloody suit jacket off and his no longer white shirt, I began attending to the small cuts on his abdomen, chest, and arms and stitching up the deep gash on his torso. It bled so much and it freaked me out but I somehow managed to disinfect and stitch it up to have it finally warped in a thick layer of gauze.

I worked in silence and tried to shut down my racing mind as it started to conjure dangerous thoughts and doubts considering the stranger laying numbly in my couch.

The only sign of him being alive was the soft rise and fall of his chest, it was so scary knowing how he could've bled to death if I didn't wake up at the right time.

Having someone's life withering before my eyes wasn't something I was used to but wasn't something I haven't experienced either. I just... didn't want to experience it ever again.

The trauma that came with it made it so much harder with the constant nightmares and grim thoughts clouding a person's head, it was the perfect mixup to make one lose their mind but I thankfully managed to keep the last bit of sanity I had locked.

So, after an hour of treating the undoubtedly knife cuts on his body, I slumped back against the armrest of my chair and checked his temperature, thankful that color began to return to the stranger's face. No longer looking that scaly, deathly pale color.

I opted on putting the bruising ointment on the small bruises that adorned his beautiful face. Blushing over the thought that I thought that he was beautiful.

I facepalmed and cringed at my girly behavior, walking over to the closet to get one of my oversized hoodies to dress the stranger in and a heavy blanket to warm him up.

After getting the hoodie and struggling to dress him in it, I let out a long breath of relief and brought a clean white slightly damp washcloth, then, began to wipe his face just to be caught under his spell, instantly.

His perfectly sculpted face, full pink pouty lips that were cracked at the corner due to an apparent punch or a multitude of them. High and shaped cheekbones. A sharp jawline and a nose slightly crooked as if it had been broken before but he still, managed to look perfect.

Realizing that I was been admiring the gorgeous stranger for a few seconds, I found my hand wanting to caress the slight stubble adorning his jaw.

Damn, I felt like a creep even thinking about.

No longer fighting the sudden urge to touch the fallen angel, I slightly ran the tips of my fingers over the unshaved five o'clock shadow that his perfect jaw adorned, and only to be interrupted by the buzzing of a phone.

That definitely wasn't mine.

Buzz..

Buzz..

After I looked in his jacket pockets not to find the phone, so I reached my hand to one of his pants pockets. Nothing?

Maneuvering my way to the backside of the couch to reach for his other pocket to retrieve the phone and his wallet since I didn't want to lean over him to reach for his phone, and possibly freak him out by doing so if he woke up and found himself in that weird position.

Seeing that his phone was unlocked, thankfully, without a code and constantly buzzing with texts and calls mostly from a person named Nikolai.

I decided to answer him if he called and let him know about the condition of the stranger that was still knocked out cold on my sofa.

Buzz..

I can do this. I chanted this mantra in my head and prepared myself to answer the phone call. As I pressed the green button I heard multiple voices yelling at the same time making me flinch violently.

Loud noises were nobody's friend and especially not mine.

"Where the fuck are you?!"

"It's been a week?!"

"You scared the shit out of us?!"

"We thought you'd be dead!"

Cowering away from the phone and the booming crude words that this Nikolai person and his companions were shouting was the only thing I managed to do as they continued bantering not noticing that no one was talking on this side.

I took the safest way by putting it on the speaker to not damage my poor ears any further.

"Brother?"

Silence.

I heard heavy breathing on the other side and some murmurs in a foreign language that I thought might be Russian. Then, deciding to let myself be known and get this call over with.

"Hello?" I said, softly hoping for the best out of the weird interaction.

"Who is this? And why do you have Nadei's phone on you?" the other man on the other line murmured rudely, and quite skeptically and I exhaled in frustration and anxiousness.

At least I'd learned the stranger's name.

Nadei, it suited him perfectly.

I heard a throat clearing on the other line showing the man's impatience.

"I-I'm Sofia. Nadei is- Um, he's h-hurt," I stuttered feeling my stomach twist with nervousness, testing the foreign name of the jade eyed stranger.

This Nikolai guy seriously needed to step back and stop being so.. mean.

"I'm Nikolai but Can you tell me where Nadei is now, sweetheart?" Nikolai uttered, softly as if trying not to scare me off, Which was weird and suspicious as hell. He practically barking at me a few seconds ago.

Whatever, moody dumbarse, I rolled my eyes.

"S-sure, he's asleep on my couch now after I treated him," I stated, quietly hoping that he heard me so that I wouldn't have to repeat it because I was still tired, a bit disoriented from my lack of sleep. And I was fifty percent sure that I wouldn't even remember this by a few hours.

"Okay, Lyubov'. Thank you for helping my brother out, but can you tell me where you live so that I can pick him up, let's say, tomorrow at eleven?" Nikolai cautiously murmured in that husky deep soothing voice of his.

Shit.. I shouldn't be so trusting, I should have known better. I didn't think I could afford to tell him where I lived but did I have to? Yes.

The unending what ifs and buts were all too confusing but justified. What kind of person told someone that they hadn't even seen before their address? I was sane enough to know what to do and not to do but this was something I couldn't stop.

So I decided to take a leap of faith and probably of what would be my demise and told him anyways.

Deep breaths, Sofia.

Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.

'Not everybody is like them and him, relax'

I hesitated at first on telling him where I lived and as if sensing my enter turmoil he reassured me that no harm will befall me especially after helping his brother. He said that he was more than grateful that I helped him.

"My address is XXX-XXX," I said, slightly reassured but cautious.

"Alright, I'll be there at Eleven am sharp and thank you for taking care of Nadei, sweetheart," Nikolai chirped gratefully and somewhat excitedly, my confusion rose at that.

"You're welcome, I'll see you tomorrow," I mumbled, hurriedly cutting off the call before hearing his reply to get my unsteady breathing in control.

Talk about weird people and I shall appear.

I felt as if I was going to pass out, since I wasn't used to talking to other people except Carter who was my friend and a few more people in our town when I had to.

Looking at my phone I saw that it was almost six am making me groan since I was still tired, but had to get to Mrs. Galahar's house before ten am to water her plants and tidy up her place a bit.

She was sweet woman that lived nearby and asked me to take care of her house and plants till she came back from her trip. So, I had to neaten the house before Nikolai came to pick up his brother at eleven.

-

9:20 AM.

Beep.

Beep.

Rolling out of bed to rub my eyes, and stretch up a bit before heading to the bathroom and go through my morning routine.

I came out of the bathroom to look for an outfit basing it on how my mood was. I wore high waisted black pants with a soft dark grey sweater and my black and white vans.

After getting dressed I headed downstairs to check on him and get started on making breakfast. I head to my small kitchen, pull out the ingredients to make some chocolate chip pancakes, coffee, orange juice and an omelet for myself and the stranger-Nadei.

Also taking note to put some painkillers and water next to him in case he woke up while I was at Mrs. Galahar's house.

I finished cooking and settled Nadei's breakfast in a tray along with the painkillers, water, and some orange juice instead of coffee and covered all of it up.

Later on, when I had breakfast I brushed my teeth again, washing the dirty dishes and pans I had used.

I decided to take my leave, steering to the Galahar residence to do my chores to hurriedly come back home.

Not even an hour later, I had finished my tasks, so I returned back home to wait for Nikolai to come and take his brother that was starting to freak me out since he hadn't been awake for seven hours straight.

Laying on my bed thinking of how I was going to deal with the knocked out stranger and his brother-Nikolai.

My eyes wandered to scan his knocked out form. I didn't even know what made me feel for him, I couldn't seem to not want to help him out even if he might turn out to be a psychopath and kill me in my home even after the help I provided.

Overthinking was absolute crap but I couldn't seem to stop doing it.

So, I sat across from Nadei watching his chest rise and fall steadily and decided to try waking him up. Just as I put my hand on his shoulder to nudge him slightly, his hand had caught my wrist in a loose grip as he started blinking his eyes to adjust to the lighting in the living room and suddenly grabbed my hand, lacing our fingers.

I tensed not used to be touched so intimately, my parched throat and scared nature kicking in, he brought my palm to his cheek and murmured one word that had my mouth gaping and blushing red like a fish.

Oh my heart. What the hell was he doing to me?

Sofia.

"Angel," he rasped out making my eyes widen, reaching behind me to grab a large glass of water from the tray. I took my hand off of his warm cheek and heard him growl lowly.

The sudden action made me almost throw the glass at him, but luckily he grabbed it and gulped it down. Impressed with his quick reflexes, my brain stuttered. Did he just....actually growl?

"Want more?" I asked him softly taking the glass from his hand and helping him into a sitting position, hoping that it was more comfortable.

He looked over at me for a few seconds, unknown emotions swirled in his eyes but he soon looked cold, distant. He replied with a husky 'yes' and I obliged getting him more water to gulf down.

"Y-you need to have some food, you must be h-hungry and if you don't like what I had made, then, I'll fix you something else up-" he quickly interrupted my awkward word vomit, saying that he'd have whatever I made him, which made me blush again.

I averted my eyes away from his beautiful jade ones that shone with humourous intent and slowly brought the tray of food that I made earlier. I got him to take the painkillers along with some more water.

"What's your name, Angel?" he asked, that rich deep voice compelling a pleasurable shiver to run down my spine at the sweet nickname. Gosh, I needed holy water if a single word from an unreasonably attractive man did this to me.

"S-sofia, Sir," I quietly introduced, shaking myself out of my unholy thoughts regarding the gorgeous hunk.

"Sofia," he recited my name. An even more apparent blush coated my cheeks at how delicious my name sounded from his plump lips. I looked away not daring to succumb to his sinful eyes and honey, sweet voice. "Suits you."

"You really should have some of the food I-I made f-for you because you need to eat after having painkillers," Clearing my throat, I nodded towards the modest breakfast I prepared and assuredly told him.

"Well, thank you, Little one," a sly smile crept on his face as he groaned leaning back, "I think I'm going to need you to feed me. I'm sick and tired, you know," he stuffed with the hint of a smirk.

My eyes widened to stutter out an incoherent sentence before trying to answer him properly. "I-uh-I don't know I-I just c-can't. Wouldn't it make you uh- uncomfortable?"

I was embarrassed as I casted my eyes downward finding the wooden floor interesting all of a sudden. I refused to meet his stare, dodging the eye contact like my life depended on it.

"Look at me, Angel," he said, stern, two fingers tilting my head to face his.

I slowly took my eyes off the ground to look at his face and his darkened green were the first thing that made me freeze, I gulped audibly and took a step back out of instinct forcing my habit of flinching, away.

"It won't. Wouldn't you like to help me get better, little Angel, hm?" he said, his foreign Russian accent more prominent as each letter left his lips. "You've been so good to me, don't you think it'd be rude if you just left to me to fend for myself, now?"

Well, that was a bit of a stretch. A little agitating too, I wasn't the one to being guilty tripped and damn, if it didn't make me angry that he'd even say it like that. Like it was my job to be at his aid even after all the trouble I had to go through.

He looked fine enough to feed himself, damnit!

I mumbled an 'okay' and dragged the small coffee table and the tray on it to him. I tried to bring a chair near the couch to avoid being of close proximity with the gorgeous jade eyed man.

"No, no, no, you'll come here, Sweetheart. There's no need for that," he said patting his thigh and completely dismissing my attempt at arguing with him about being hurt.

Was he freaking serious, right now?

Apparently, he was. So much for being sick, huh?

I awkwardly scratched my nape saying "I'd rather sit here," I hesitated meeting his blazing green eyes but moved closer, nonetheless. Our thighs stuck together.

Not waiting for a reply, I reluctantly picked up the fork, cutting the pancakes to small pieces. I took small portions of them with maple syrup to his already opened mouth and watched as his lips twisted around the piece of cutlery.

He let out a breathy moan and closed his eyes, leaning back as he chewed.

I couldn't think of anything besides hearing that noise again and again. And I Sofia Luna hereby named that as my favorite sound so far.

I blushed bright red looking away, embarrassed by my own thoughts and his actions.

"So good." He groaned taking another bite as I hurriedly tried to keep up with him. The meds and the hunger must've just hit him because he looked ready to eat a damn horse.

His hand reached over and patted my head as he uttered out praises through mouthfull bites of the fluffy pancakes.

The single action made me want to crawl into a ditch and die from how impossibly red my cheeks were by this hulk of a man showing affection to a strange girl like me.

With one thought in my head. I continued feeding Nadei and tried to ignore the sounds that he was making that had my traitorous core heating up cursing my at how hormones were completely out of control!

Inappropriate thoughts buried themselves in my head and I didn't even freaking know the man that well, mind you, and the unforgettable fact that he might turn out to be a psycho which was even more alarming.

I had so much unfulfilled goals to accomplish, plus dying a virgin without even experiencing something as simple and trivial as sex was a no go.

I quickly scrambled off of his lap making him low growl again and I was starting to think that this man might be a werewolf with all the growly attitude.

After informing him that his brother will be there soon to take him home which made him gaze away thoughtfully and nod mindlessly for some odd reason.

I washed the dishes, after continuously sneaking glances at him as he tapped away on his phone.

_

I moved setting far from Nadei on the couch, which he scowled at again, then pulled me into his lap again making my blush resurface and my brain blare with fear blocking any rational thought to evaporate into thin air.

I hid my face with my hands. This was not how normal people acted when they were brought into a place they didn't know. Just what was this guy's deal? Did he hit his head or something? Maybe the painkillers were making him drowsy and he didn't know what he was doing?

Right?

Chuckling Nadei took my hands from my face tenderly and cupped my flaming cheeks with one of his huge hands pecking my eyelids and cheeks. "Thank you for what you have done for me."

Gods, this was so freaking bizarre but why did I like it?

"It's f-fine. Anyone would have," I forcibly smiled and tried to pull away from him when I had started to feel sleepy, he just tightened his grip on my waist and I stopped struggling.

I couldn't bring myself to pull out of his warm and comfortable hold so I just did what a non normal person would do if they were tired and sleepy.

I drifted to dreamland.

Safe and protected in his arms.

A seemingly perfect stranger's arms.

but if I only knew.

-

Nadei.

I found my queen.

We have found her.

The moment I had seen her gorgeous crystal blue orbs peeking at me worriedly with awe and that childlike wonder I knew she was It for me.

This connection I felt towards her was unexplainably and absolutely heart stopping.

Love at first sight.

That was what it was and I succumbed to it. I fell a victim to her gorgeous eyes, to her kind nature in the small period of time I interacted with her. How selfless and beautiful could a person be? That was the question haunting my thoughts for the last two hours she had fallen asleep on me.

Sneaking a glance at her head tucked under my shoulder, I pulled her back to me. "Moya Lyubov'," I murmured, kissing her forehead and flushed cheeks while continuously playing with her hair as pleased soft sighs left her delicate lips.

She was so..magnificent, gorgeous, kind, innocuous and obedient to no end. She was everything I had ever wanted and everything l'd ever need and more.

But fuck, her cuteness and shy self made me feel all sorts of emotions from our brief encounter. I wanted to protect her, shield her and bathe in her warmth, in her love.

The little angel awakened my frigid heart bringing it to earth, she consumed me, wholly and I would gladly fall at her feet for whatever it is that she'd wish for.

For whatever whim of hers, for whatever want, for whatever her little heart desired, I, would go through hell and back for her to have it.

I started thinking back to when I heard her angelic and soft voice calling out to me like a siren's call to a hopeless sailor and I merely glanced at her beautiful eyes briefly before I lost consciousness and it was like something clicked inside of me.

I never felt anything other than indifference, pain, or anger in my whole thirty one years of life but those emotions died out completely when I saw her.

If it wasn't for her I would've probably got abandoned and would've took days for anyone to find me.

Glancing at her curled up to my chest made me forget all of the physical pain that I was feeling. All the emotions that I've held back so many years resurfaced.

She was so fucking small and precious.

If I could just hold her in my embrace forever, that would be heavenly.

I looked at the clock on the wall to see that Nikolai was fifteen minutes late and pick us up to the airport to leave to our home.

Picking up my phone with my free hand I called Nial since Nik the dumbass wasn't answering his phone.

My younger brother picked up on the second ring greeting me with his yet gruff voice, my nerves easing me up as I held onto the small angel.

"Brother," he ascertained.

"Where are you? You're late," I cut into the chase not wanting to waste time, my limbs aching slightly as Sofia shifted.

"We're half an hour away. We'll be there soon," I heard him mumble. "You okay?"

"Will be, when you two fuckers hurry up and get here. There's something we need to discuss, immediately."