Third Person's POV:Sapphire was lying on a soft mattress. She tried to open her heavy eyelids. Eyes were puffy, red. Her head was pounding in pain. She tried to lift her hands but they felt too heavy. She lifted her right hand slowly.Opening her eyes, she saw an unknown surrounding. She was in a large, cozy room. It was filled with luxurious furniture.It was not her dorm room.Where the hell am I?She thought to herself.Slowly her foggy mind began to recall her memories one by one. She went out to collect her lost bag, then the sudden encounter with goons, someone pressed a cloth in her nose and she blacked out and was carried to a car.Oh God, I am kidnapped! Where am I? Who Kidnapped me. The voice I heard last sounded so familiar.She was thinking of all these things.She got up and sat on the bed. Then she tried to step out o

A Third Man's POV:I saw a very angry Alexander. He sprinted towards me and landed a hard punch on my face. "Ahh, " I landed on the floor. "Get out of my house; you bloody motherfucker, if you consider your life valuable." He screamed at me. I got up, wiping the blood from the corner of my lips. "Hey, Mr. Rodriguez, calm down. Have you forgotten already about your promise that after that deal, you will give me the whole profit of the local gold business this year?" I asked him. "So what? Bastard, come to the point or get ready to die." He bellowed in fury. His eyes were shooting daggers. "I don't want this profit from the local gold business, rather give me this girl. I know, mafias are not possessive over their whores." I said. Before comprehending anything, he began punching me one after another and began beating me like I was a punching bag. I couldn't even

Sapphire's POV:Alexander told me to get ready at 8 in the morning. I was already ready before this time. I was thinking about how to distract Alexander. I must distract him and send him distant to execute my plan. He always had three burly bodyguards around me, so that I couldn't run away. I had to deal with them with intellect, not by the fist. They were way too much strong and big. They were not my match. I packed my suitcase and had a small side bag with me which had two diamond jewelry sets and some expensive brand new dresses and two shoes. Judging how expensive they were, I could sell them at a market. In Alexander's house, I used one of his laptops and found where could I sell brand new clothes, shoes, and jewelry and get cash. What could I do? My purse was not with me. It's all Alexander's fault. If he hadn't kidnapped me, nothing of these would have happened. I was in Chicago; I knew this place as I had

Warning: This chapter contains mature content 18+, and violence. If you don't like to read, you can skip, read at your own risk. This story never encourages non-consensual sex or physical relationship.Sapphire's POV:I saw Alexander coming. Did he come to save me?What was happening to me? I was feeling very tired, feeling dizzy. My head spun.I was feeling great pain in my head."If I knew you are such low of a girl, I would never treat you like an angel, my love." Alexander bent down and hissed."No! No. You are wrong. I-" I tried to say, but I was cut off by him."Enough!" He roared at the top of his voice, making me flinch."You were that desperate to leave me that you didn't think twice before offering yourself to that bastard, Adam. How could you betray me this way?" He asked me. His eyes were blazing with ire."I tried to es

Alexander's POV:Ten years ago, I was 16. My father told me that he wanted me to become the underboss for him. I was pretty young. But from 8, I had started training. I was already an expert in the shooting, several different types of martial arts. I was good at sports too. But in the mafia, age does matter a lot. The minimum age of taking over charges of an underboss has been 18. But my father wanted to break this tradition and make me underboss soon because he thought I was trained, expert and mentally matured enough to take over as an underboss. When I will turn 18, my father wants me to take over his position in the whole business. He gave me a mission in Kansas and I had accomplished it myself. My father was not with me. After informing about my mission's success, he was happy and quite impressed.