Chapter 4

(Mariana)

The door closed with a resounding bang as I entered my room. "Hey, Janet," I greeted my roommate.

"Oh you're here" she said with a smile

"Yeah" I replied slowly wondering why she was smiling at me like that.

She gasped and walked towards me touching my face.” He hurt your pretty face." She said with a pout. "What an asshole."

"It's not that bad" I replied with a smile and sat on my bed. The past few months I've been here, Me and Janet grew closer. I mean the first few weeks, alI I ever received in response to anything I said was a grunt and her attention was always on her books.

But with time we both came to understand each other and I realized Janet was just like me kidnapped and looking for a way out even though she had been here longer than me. I misjudged Janet when we first met. She was like the sunshine in this forsaken place, hiding under the cloak of darkness.

"Of course it's not that bad." She sat down beside me, "After Mr Lorenzo saved you." She said and nudged me with her elbow.

"What are you talking about?" I replied, chuckling at her statement.

"Margot!, Get her some ice packs and stop her bleeding" She mimicked Lorenzo's voice with seriousness.

"That's not what happened." I snorted. "And how do you even know that?" She looked at me like I'm crazy.

"Hello!! Everyone saw that '' She smiled and closed her eyes squealing. " Mr Lorenzo might be a bad guy but he is so fucking hot!!" With that statement she plopped down on my bed with her eyes closed, probably daydreaming of Lorenzo. She seemed to have a crush on Lorenzo just like every other girl here. I believe it was Stockholm syndrome

"Hey, hey get off my bed right now." I said with a laugh.

"Hell no" she replied with her eyes still closed. "Just let me fantasize in peace bitch."

"Janet!!!" I yelled.

After a quick shower, I crawled into bed, huddled up under the covers, and gazed at the ceiling. It had been three months since I was kidnapped and sold into the Mafia. My life has been put on hold, and I was living like a completely different person with no family or friends. I was not surprised that no one came looking for me, I didn't have expectations anyways.

Letting out a deep groan, I shifted to another side of the bed, trying to find a comfortable spot ignoring the creaking sound it made. My mind drifted back to the incident at the club tonight.

I had been tending bar, taking orders from some of our clients when suddenly, I felt a body press against me, and a pair of hands underneath my skirt.