Chapter Three

MELISSA'S POV

What the lady down the basement had said, was true. The war between the Mafia Lords was a rough game, and I was certainly going to be trampled on, while they are at it. Lord Vincenzo, making me a bait showed that my death was near.

"Kavon, prepare her for today's training." He instructed, and walked out of the dungeon.

Now, I understood the reason he bought me for $50 million. He had seen my innocence as an advantage to his plan.

"Follow me." Kavon said.

We got to a large pool, and then I noticed that there was another large pool.

"There could be a time when you could be in a problem, probably things got too rough, learning how to stay underwater, would be helpful as you could come across a situation that needs you to stay calm, underwater." 

My eyes widened in fear. Was he going to tell me to stay in this pool for a few minutes?

"If you can't stay in this pool for up to three minutes, you will be bound inside the cold pool for three minutes, and try not to go unconscious, because your punishment would be unbearable." Kavon added.

This was doom! I certainly could not last that long in water. This isn't training, but torture.

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"Please give me one more chance! I'm going to try my best this time!" I pleaded in screams as they dragged me to the cold pool to be bound underwater for three minutes.

The next time I opened my eyes, I was on my bed, with Cecilia, checking my temperature.

"Welcome back." 

"D…did I perhaps fall unconscious?" I asked.

"Yes, you did."

Then the door opened, and Kavon came in.

"Time to experience the real hell." He said.

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For weeks, training went on and on. If my opinion was considered, I'll call it torture, not training. Most of the trainings, they tried to make me undergo, I failed most of them, and I could tell that Lord Vincenzo's patience was running thin.

The only thing I managed to understand and learn was how to use the high techs, and devices I was going to use, while conversing and getting closer to Michael Deaton. Even as my target was supposed to be the most hated on my list, Lord Vincenzo managed to top that list. I hated him with everything I had.

One night, I was on my bed, and then I heard the doorz creak. Fear gripped me as I noticed it was Lord Vincenzo. Immediately, I stood up from the bed, taking steps backwards, until my body touched the wall.

Lord Vincenzo walked towards me, and when he got to me, he sniffed my neck, and placed his left hand on my waist. And then he bit my ear lobe, a bit, which went shivers down my spine.

"If you fail this mission, I will consider you to be nothing more than a sex slave. And then, when you no longer have a use for me, you will end up dead." He whispered to me, and I could feel him smirk.

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The next day, I felt depressed, and worried over what Lord Vincenzo had said to me. There was no hope that I would be able to do well in this mission, and it was my dream to give my body to my future husband, not some Mafia Lord. 

My thoughts drifted to my aunt, and I felt myself, boiling in anger. If she had not sold me out to an auctioneer, my life wouldn't have turned out this way. This made me decide to visit her. I dressed up, and sneaked out of the mansion, since Lord Vincenzo and Kavon weren't around.

I didn't have sny cash with me, so I asked for directions, out of the estate, until I got to a familiar place. It was sunny outside, and my throat burned in thirst. Still, I managed to walk to my aunt's home.

In about an hour after I hit the main road, I got to her house. Memories swam through my mind, and I could picture the little me, dropped here by the police, after my parents died.

"Melissa?" I heard a familiar voice, call my name.

I looked back and discovered it was Leo, my cousin. I batted my eyes in nervousness as I could remember the way they had mistreated me, when I was still living with them, and I dared not raise my voice at them.

Leo chuckled, staring lustfully at me.

 

"What a pleasant surprise, to see you here." He smiled, rubbing his chin, with both his index finger and thumb.

"Where is aunt?" I asked, managing to keep a straight face.

"I heard that you were sold out, but I didn't get information on who you were sold out to. Come on, tell me." He chuckled.

"I did not come all the way here to talk about that. Where is aunt!" I shouted.

Suddenly, my aunt came out, and was shocked to see me.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She asked, in anger.

I scoffed in annoyance.

"Don't you feel bad that you made my life worse? The money you gained from selling me out, how did it help you?" I asked, in restrained anger as I bit my lips.

Tears ran down my chin, without permission, and I clenched my fists.

"Look, I do not care however we made your life, worse. You are the one who is unlucky, and your unlucky fate, brought death upon your parents. Now, your presence here, can cause a lot of trouble for us, so leave." She shouted.

"What do you mean?"

"Leave, Melissa! As time goes on, you will understand exactly what is going on. Leo, chase her away, before the darkness befalls us." My aunt instructed, then went back into the house.

I wanted to move closer to the house, and hit the door as hard as I could, multiple times until she came out, but Leo stopped me.

"Before I chase you away, I think it's best I get what I have been craving for, from you " Leo said, looking mischievous.

I tried to withdraw myself from him, but he was too strong. He pushed me to the ground, and laid on me, holding his hand to my mouth, making my screams, sound muffled. He was unzipping his pants, and was ready to remove his boxers.

I kept trying to release myself from his grip, but I was just too weak. Suddenly, I heard him groan, and he rolled off me. A few men, dressed in black surrounded us. At first, I thought it was Lord Vincenzo's men, but I was wrong.

It was Michael Deaton and his men.

"Take her away." He instructed, sternly.

I tried to stand, and run as fast as I could, but they had gotten to me, and then put a gag in my mouth, then covered my head, in a black sack. Where were they taking me to? No one knew my whereabouts. I had fallen into the hands of the enemy, even before I started my mission.