2. Kidnapped

Brielle Clarke

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My head was pounding when I woke up, and I could register sitting on cold ground.

I opened my eyes to see I was in a small dark empty room. I looked down at my clothes, breathing in relief when I saw that they were intact. What did they want from me? Why was I here?

I knew they would be dangerous people, but at least I knew my father was expecting me. He would know something was wrong, and he would start looking for me.

As soon as I thought about that, I dipped my hand in all my pockets, not surprised when they came up empty. They had taken away my phone and my headphones.

I took another deep breath, willing myself not to panic. I would be safe. My father would come for me. He had a lot of men. He would save me.

I let out a surprised shriek when the door suddenly opened, and one of the men from before came inside. He had a scar on the left side of his forehead, almost touching his eye.

As he walked toward me, I crawled sideways. "Who are you?" I demanded, trying to seem brave even if I was anything but brave.

He rolled his eyes and brought out a gun. My breath hitched. "Stop moving."

I did as he ordered immediately. "Who are you?" I repeated anyway.

"That does not matter. Now, stand up."

There was a hint of accent in his voice. I knew he was Italian. His features confirmed it. I stood up slowly and realized that he was two times taller than I was. "Why did you kidnap me?"

Instead of answering me, the man walked around me, accessing my features.

"You know you are making a mistake, right? Do you know who my father is?"

My father was the don of the American mafia, and he was very dangerous. However, I had a feeling he would not be able to help me as I had gotten into the hands of the Italians. They were ruthless, even if they were not as ruthless as the Russians.

I was just hoping my threat would work.

It didn't.

The strange man laughed like I had said something funny. "I know who your father is. I did business with him."

I froze and blinked repeatedly. "B-business?"

He ignored me. "Stay still. I'll be back."

As he left, I was restless. I couldn't help but wonder what he meant by business with my father. Did my father— No! I didn't want to even think about it.

He may be very strict and harsh, but he was not wicked. He could not do that to his blood, his offspring. I could not believe it.

I looked around the room. What was I even doing sitting around here? I knew I had been kidnapped, but there was no way I could be sitting around waiting for him to come back.

There were two doors and one window, and I decided to try the door he had left from first. It refused to budge. It was locked from the outside. I tried the second door, and it led to a tiny toilet that didn't have any windows.

I gritted my teeth, feeling the tears standing in my eyes as a result of frustration. Why did I have to be caught in such a situation? What did they want with me?

Why did they have to be around the one day I decided to leave the house? I should have just stayed in.

If I had, I would have been reading a nice book at the moment, not wondering how to escape from being kidnapped.

The window was my last option. Without thinking twice, I ambled toward it. Unfortunately for me, it wasn't easy to open. I groaned, pushing with all my strength, which wasn't much if I was being honest.

"Come on," I mumbled to myself, blinking the tears away. I didn't know what they wanted from me, but I already knew it couldn't be anything good.

"What are you doing?" I shrieked, turning around in fright.

The man from earlier was standing behind me, staring at me in amusement. I began to cry. "Is it money you want? I'll give it to you. Whatever you want, I promise."

"Money." He repeated, snorting.

"My father has a lot of money. He'll give you whatever you want."

"Are you sure he's your father? And from my meeting with him, I'd say he needs money more than I do."

"W-what do you mean?"

"Considering he sold you to us for merely a hundred thousand, I'd say you're not so important to him, no?"

I shook my head fervently. "You're lying."

"Why would I lie?"

"No! I refuse to believe you." I snapped, unable to fathom that my father sold me out. Why would he sell me? Why would they buy me?

"I don't care if you believe me or not. Why do you think we knew where to find you? You're not that naive, Brielle. You already know you're of no use to him."

"And what use am I to you? Why did you buy me?"

"You'd have to ask my boss that." He grinned like anything was funny. I wasn't usually a violent person, but at the moment, I wanted to bash his head into the wall. "A lot of men would kill to have fresh meat like you. I don't know what he has decided for you, though."

"Decided?"

"There are two options; either he auctions you off, or he uses you as a sex worker. Either way, a man is going to pay to fuck you."

My breathing accelerated. Pay to— what was wrong with the men in the mafia! They wanted to take advantage of me. How did they even know I was a virgin?

"You guys are sick." I spat out.

"You were born into this family. You know how things work, so stop whining about it."

"It doesn't have to be this way," I begged, but he merely shrugged.

"I'm sorry, but it's not my decision to make. By the way, the boss is asking for you. It's time for him to decide your fate."