Alessia
….. Three days had passed while still in the mafia captive. It meant that my parents couldn't get me out. I wondered what the Italian mafia wanted from me. On the third day, they took me to the Lazza territory after locking me in a room. Mystery surrounded the territory. Normal people could not tell what businesses took place in it. Lazza, the mafia leader, walked ahead of us. I was between two of his men who walked side by side As much as I trusted my parents and Marco to get me out, I still looked around to familiarize myself with the place. The hidden spirit within me longed to escape. On arriving at the mansion's main entrance, Lazza halted, and so did we. His aura felt dark and unfriendly, and his stern look could get your knees succumbing. He turned to face me and I maintained a courageous look on me. Despite knowing for certain that I was innocent, his gaze still intimidated me. “Take her to my office.” He instructed his men and strode towards the east side of the mansion. Even as he walked away, you’d feel his powerful presence. One could bow for his shadows. I watched as he disappeared, but a man suddenly grabbed me and led me in another opposite direction. We entered the supposed office with white-painted walls adorned with several picture frames. The faces weren’t anywhere familiar. Absorbed in my surveying moment, I failed to notice that the two men had left me alone. The office had an enormous office desk with a dark leather chair behind it. While a set of black sofas occupied a different side away from the table. Everything overwhelmed me, so I stood in the middle of the office, clutching my dress as I waited. I ended up wearing the golden dress, which, surprisingly enough, suited me impeccably. After a few minutes, the door clicked open, and I instinctively stepped away. I expected Lazza’s face, but a grinning persona walked in. Someone must have lied to him that his smile looked appealing. I couldn’t help but cringe as I stepped back again. “Well, well, well. Look what we have here,” a joyful voice filled the office. He closed the door and made his way to me with his hands shoved in his sweatpants pockets. I disliked his big, perpetually smiling lips. The guy could swallow a whole fish. “Fuck, she is a gold.” He cussed, then ran his fingers through his hair. “I’m Romeo. You must be worth a fortune?” I did not move when he closed the distance between us. I loathed him already. The audacity to stand in front of me as if we were familiar with each other and his hands on my shoulder irked me. My eyes scanned both his hands before tipping my face to him. “Didn’t your mother teach you manners?” His smile faded. “Well, may she rest in peace, but did you have to insult me?” “Care to get your hands off me?” I shrugged him off, annoyed by his presence. “You are the bold one. I like it.” He chuckled, eyeing me from head to toe. “How much did they buy you for? You must be worth a fortune to be bought while we have a ton of bitches waiting to be sold.” His comment left me dumbstruck. I knew the nature of the mafia businesses, but never imagined it could get to that extent. “You don’t know me.” I asserted, hoping that I was right. “Wait,” He raised an amused brow. “They didn’t explain you the reason for being here?” Walking to the table, he leaned against it, hands slipped under his chest. “That’s sad.” “You have the wrong person.” I couldn’t let his words affect me. That seemed to amuse him. He chuckled. “It’s been a month since I heard they found a fortune girl who they only needed to snatch. And here we are. Wow, my brother is one of a kind, don’t you think so?” I swallowed hard, trying not to take my thoughts to his side of his words. They only caught me in Marco’s place, and that’s all. Then the bloodshed of the chef flashed before my eyes. It has been my nightmare. “I suppose your brother is much of an asshole as you are.” I spat, and the smile on his face faded. “Asshole?” He raised a questioning eyebrow. “Do you have any idea who you are insulting here?” “Do I care?” I shot back and God knew I didn't mean to turn the conversation into a dangerous topic. I saw how his eyes twitched. He harbored a monster within him. “Why am I here? Maybe you’ll be different if you tell me what you want from me.” Exhaling, he stood up and approached me again. “You know, it’s nice to meet you.” He towered over me. “You are the first to misbehave and I like your type. Wait until my brother releases you to the other goddamn whores. I will definitely shut this shitty mouth!” He declared, delivering his insult straight to my face. I tightened the grip on my dress, struggling to contain my anger. The more I stared at his cocky smile, the more it stirred me. “I love sluts like you. I shut them up in bed.” With that, my hand flew to his cheek, planting a resounding slap. That did not satisfy me, but I restrained myself when the door squeaked open. Lazza stepped in. His icy stare shifted from the dick-ass beside me and back to me. I wondered what he saw, and if he knew that this so-called Romeo deserved the slap. “Well, wow.” Romeo chuckled. “Isn’t it amazing that a filthy whore can slap me?” He walked towards Lazza, whose gaze remained fixed on mine. “I would like to have her and teach her some manners.”Oh, I could have slapped him again. “Leave us.” Lazza walked in, leaving the door open for Romeo to exit. “I will see you soon, slut.” The moron sneered at me before leaving. It felt good that I slapped him. It looked like his mother never raised him properly. “Who gave you the right to speak back to a Lazza?” He asked, taking calculated steps towards me. “He insulted me.” I defended myself. “He called me a slut, a whore.” “And so?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “I am not a whore.” “Do I care? Or does anyone care? What then are you? A queen that everyone needs to bow down to?” He did not insult me outright, did he? “You are what I make you to be!” Refraining from shedding a single tear, I suppressed the lump in my throat. I only needed answers to why I was in his hands. “Why am I here?” “I speak, you listen!” He thundered. “Give me another reminder that you and your fucking family are my enemies, and I won’t hesitate to drive a fucking bullet into your brain.” I refused to agree that it had come to this; that because my father knew Marco, I had to endure all this. I couldn’t endure another day away from home. I could bear listening to my parents fight rather than live this life. An exhale fled as I nodded. “So, I am a whore? How many of us are there, hmm?” I asked, willing to comply if that satisfied him. He scoffed. “You want a number?” stepping closer, he continued, “Four, you make them five.” “Isn’t it amazing?” I asked, fighting the emotions creeping into my heart. No one had ever insulted me like this. “You trap innocent girls and make them your whores, then what are you? man whore? Hm?” That got a nerve in him. His eyes darkened. I could have stepped away, but was I not doing it to make him feel what he made me feel? Why did he look like he could snatch a gun and shoot me then? Was it hard to take what he was serving me? He suddenly erased the space between us and gripped me by my throat. His wrath was visible on his visage as he roughly pushed me behind. My back collided with the wooden table so hard that my skin ached. Sinking my nails into his masculine hand, I attempted to yank him off. The more I did it, the tighter his grip became. My neck fit in his palm, squeezing me so tightly that I struggled to breathe. “Say that again!” He growled, his weight overpowering me and arching my back. “Do it!” I shook my head. My lungs were collapsing as I suffocated. Seeing him kill a lady could have been enough to know him, but why didn’t he kill me as well? “I will decide your fate, woman. You are my fucking property! My pet!” He declared, releasing my throat and pushing me such that I banged my head on the table. Gasping for breath, I wrapped my hands around my assaulted throat. Panting loudly to regain myself again. I had seen death, but never in my life had I thought breathing could be something to relish. “Get out!” He ordered. Soon, the room filled with the scent of cigarettes. “Get the fuck out!” My head still ached in so many ways, making it hard to think or even do what he said. He could take it out on me. A knock resounded, and then the door swung open. Blinking away the tears that had settled behind my eyes, I sat up. Romeo had entered and stood in front of Lazza, both looking enraged. But who wasn’t angry here? “She has a connection with Marco?” Romeo asked. I could feel his wrath. Looked like no one informed him, despite being full of himself. “That’s my business.” Lazza’s low yet cold voice declared. “I have been looking for that motherfucker,” He sniffled and then looked at me. “I am taking her,” he said to Lazza. Lazza didn’t utter a word. He continued smoking. That’s when I decided to walk out, taking the chance the Lazza had offered when he told me to get out. They glared at my silent movements towards the door. It surprised me I could leave the suffocating room without a word, but who was I kidding? “Make another step and I will fucking blow your brain.” Romeo thundered, and I halted on my feet. “Please, give me this one?” He continued to beseech the Don. My hatred for the two grew strong, but I had a bad feeling about Romeo. I wished Lazza wouldn’t agree. I could endure his wrath and his good looks. But I couldn’t stand Romeo’s fury and his ugly appearance. “Take her!” Lazza declared, causing me to shut my eyes.Alessia *** As Lazza said, I was suddenly a pet. Being a maid meant I was turned to being someone's pet. They instructed me on what I was supposed to do. I also met Clara, one of the maids who I took over from. She explained about the job. I was to serve meals, be available whenever the boss needed me, and entertain him. Preferably, stripping or lap dancing. After I was given all I needed, I let Clara do the job for the night. Everything felt like rubbish to me. Once everyone had left to serve their masters, I remained in the main kitchen. I sat at one table in the massive kitchen. I understood their need to have such an enormous modern kitchen; they made a variety of food. The maids had to push trolleys to the respective wings to serve the Lazza family members. Lazza carried the family name as the boss. No one was allowed to call him by his real name. So his real name remained mysterious. Settling with a plate of saffron pasta and veggie salad, I ate. Who knew what would happ
Alessia Romero------------I stabbed someone. That meant I was just like them. My hands were coated with sin. Caught in Mafia affairs turned me into a cold-blooded murderer. The sight of the knife stuck on his stomach played in me. All night, I stayed up because I couldn't bring myself to shut my eyes. Everything would flash before my eyes. Blood.Guilty consumed me every second that ticked. Being locked in a cold lonely basement did not allow me to know what was happening out there. Did I kill him? What if I did?But he deserved it. I loathed him with every fiber in my body. He disgusted me to even think he could be comfortable asking me to strip for him. I wanted to chop off his balls and shove them into his filthy mouth. Who even gave him the name? It did not suit any sense of the human being he was.I exhaled to release the feeling stuck in my chest. I felt guilty but again, he deserved it. I wondered when it was all gonna end. Maybe I was stuck in the situation forever. It hit h
Alessia Romero ----- Going for a damn day, and a night without a circus felt unreal. It scared me more than fighting with one of the evil family members. After the auction that went wrong, we came back to the mansion. Though I stayed in the dormitory as instructed by Matteo, I still thought Lazza or his brother Romeo would launch their demons again. They did not, actually, I nevert saw them ever since. Maybe someone needed to stab Romeo for the peace of everyone in the area. That wasn't supposed to be something to cheer me up, because I wouldn't know what they were cooking under my nose. Perhaps to assassinate me in front of everyone as a life lesson, or to torment me to the last breath. I sighed at that, rolling over on the squeaky metallic bed to get a good position so I could continue sleeping. Though I was starving, that should have been what woke me up, but no, it had to be the door flying open, the knob slamming on the wall as the noise echoed in the whole dormitory. The
Alessia Romero---------"Hey, last born, follow me, we have a meeting." Clara walked into the dorm. I had finished dressing up after a long cold shower, the weather was hot as it was summer."Last born?" I rose an amused brow."Yes, you are the only teenager here? I heard you are nineteen." She was busy throwing some nuts in her mouth. How was she so okay while in hell?"Hmm, a good reason for me to be out of here," I uttered bitterly. "Anyway, what's the sudden meeting?""There was an adjustment with the working schedule. You'll be introduced to other workers to avoid problems. That also includes the Lazza family members. They will be there.""I don't want to see their faces!" I gritted as we bolted to the exit.We walked to the west wing, it appeared that the west wing was where all the activities occurred. The east wing was the Mafia boss' private wing and Sofia and Romeo occupied the south and North wing.Some soldiers were in the room, the same as the other four ladies we shared
Rodion Konstantin------A buzz in my phone caught my attention. It was a reminder of an event I was required to attend that night. Some businessmen in the country invited me to some occasional events. Some involved a good amount of money and in others, I could walk away with a wealthy property.Running a strong mafia team put me at a high demand. I had several human beings who paid a good amount of money for my protection. For some politicians who I happen to play dirty for them to win the elections, they kept me close because their lives and career lay in my hands.I concentrated back on my laptop doing some checks on my businesses. Money defined my line of duty, that was what everyone involved with the Lazza affair knew. Some of workers needed that reminder, because I hated to see the profit margins going down.I took a sip of cold whiskey.People worshiped Lazza for their game. You involve Lazza, you win battles. That's how I played. I loved it clean, and a simple mistake meant de
Alessia Romero --------------- "It's her turn!" His declaration caught my body frozen. For a second I thought he was kidding until the lady began freeing my hands. It scared me because for him to untie me meant I would hate what was to happen more than I hated being tied up. My heart raced at the situation. I could feel myself trembling even before I got what I asked for. Tears blinded me to imagine myself sucking one of the dicks. Sickness emerged inside me and I turned to Lazza. "You can't do this." I murmured but he had busied himself with a glass of whiskey. “Come on, you can't do this.” My voice grew. “Get her on stage, quickly!” He yelled at the lady who had been releasing my hands, once she freed me, she grabbed my hands and handcuffed me. “What are you doing? Hey—” “Shut the fuck up!” Lazza launched on me, I could have jerked away but I was scared of what awaited me than his face. The girl freed my legs and gripped me, pulling me to get up. I fought, sitting back on t
Alessia Romero ----------- ricco sfondato We were in Spain, Madrid. Those were the perks of being filthy rich and owning a private jet. They expected our arrival because as soon as the jet landed; they ushered us into a car that drove off to where the party was. A red carpet event. It was a surprise to see that a Mafia demon could attend a decent party that didn't involve cigars and bullets. One could not tell that he was a monster in a dark tuxedo. Everyone idolized his arrival. Many guests were drawn to his arrival, and I was surprised to see him take the time to chat with them. I followed his lead, stopping whenever he stopped, waited for him to finish his chit-chat, and then moved with him to another spot. Sometimes he would speak Spanish to some group of people. It sounded so fluent in his mouth. Everyone looked expensive. The ladies wore labeled gowns that exuded nothing but elegance. The gents were in suits and tuxedos. Satisfying scents from different Colognes and per
Alessia Romero-----------Gallo Enzo Salvatore.Marco GalloEverything had started to make sense. The more I let my brain get invaded by everything that happened in the event, the more I saw sense in it.Salva mentioned his full name, Gallo Enzo Salvatore. Marco was Marco Gallo. They were brothers like the Lazza mentioned. Marco was a liar. He knew his family was linked to the mafia or whatever, but he never mentioned to me.He did something to the Lazza family, something that got me into the dirty game.I exhaled shakily.But again, The Lazza called him Marco Vi.Who was I to trust?Salva knew a lot about the Lazza family, so I needed to find him and talk to him.After I succeeded in escaping the Lazza's wrath, he ordered me to get back to the event and join his men. One man was Matteo, and he knew Salva. But I had to lie down first before I start my little investigation of how Matteo knew Salva. He was the Lazza's trusted bodyguard, I couldn't dare ambush him without a plan.The ev