The Mafia's Captive Angel

I woke up with a ray of sunshine seeping through the window curtains. I stared at the light. Lying on my stomach, I recall the horror of last night. Thankfully, I felt nauseated but not enough for me to vomit.

I looked around my surroundings, and everything felt quiet and calm. I managed to get up from bed. I turned my eyes to the door without wasting any more time. I ran towards the door, fearing it might be locked, but let out a quick sigh when I noticed it was open. I gently opened the door, trying not to make any sound, and looked at the empty hallway before getting out of the room and cautiously descending the stairs.

The view of the house is magnificent and very luxurious, which made me wonder who the owner is.

My eyes went straight to the main door, and I gave a quick thank you to the man up there. Then I walked towards the entrance, but before I could get to the door, I heard a voice behind me.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

I slowly turned back around like a deer caught in the light and was met with dark brown eyes and curly dark hair. He was attractive.

"Sin won't like the fact that you tried to escape," he said again, empathising more with Sin, who I'm guessing is the guy who kidnapped me.

"I'm Luca, and as much as I would love to know you more, you need to step away from the door."

"Where is he ?" I wanted to meet my so-called kidnapper so that I could ask why I was here.

"He went out to handle some things. I suggest you go back to your room. I won't want you to face the wrath of Sin," he said, as various emotions flashed through his face. I don't know if it was fear, worry, or pity, but the fact that he was scared of this Sin guy makes me wonder how terrifying he was.

I moved away from the door, climbing the stairs back to my room with Luca behind me.

"I will bring something for you to eat," he said as I stepped into the room.

Luca came back with a tray filled with a plate of bread and scrambled eggs, along with a glass of orange juice, which I ate and drank with no struggle. I needed the energy to escape later. After I was done eating, he took the tray, but the sound of a click caught my attention. I stood up from the bed and went to the door, trying to get it open, but it was locked.

Great! I'm trapped inside the room.

There goes my plan to escape, but I wasn't planning on giving up now. My mind drifted off to Steph. She must really be worried out of her mind now. What if I don't succeed in escaping? What would become of me? I paced around the room for a long time, crying in fear and anger, before my eyes turned heavy and my body felt tired as I fell into a dreamless sleep.

I was awoken due to the cold tingling sensation on my face. I kept my eyes closed, trying to wash away the feeling, but it only intensified. I opened my eyes only to let out a shriek.

A shiver runs down my spine when I look into his black orb. I recognised him quickly as the same man I saw a month ago at the club. His face was just an inch away from mine, and when I tried to move, his hands held my side, making it impossible. He was smiling in a dark and evil way, making me very uncomfortable.

Was this the kind of smile he gave his victims before he slaughtered them?

A few seconds passed before he finally sat up, giving me a little bit of space. I was too scared to move. His huge form was so intimidating that it made it hard for me to look into his eyes. But he had no problem staring at me as his eyes roamed over my body, watching my every move.

"Normani Parker, hm. Normani, Mani, Ani," he chanted with amusement laced in his voice. I was surprised he knew my name but said nothing as he looked at the wall behind him.

"Do you know why you're here, Mani?" he asked, his voice calm but dangerous.

"No, just let me go," I said in a soft yet hopeful voice.

"You were so fucking sexy that night; did you know that?" He said roughly, and I felt the colour drain from my face.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, his eyes were dilated. I immediately moved back till my head hit the bed board, and he moved with me.

His face came close to my right ear, and I tried not to tremble, but it was hard. His warm breath fanned my skin.

"What...what do you want from me? Why did you kidnap me?" I whispered, shakenly, trying to hold back a sob.

"Because I want you, little temptress," he replied casually, as if he were talking about the weather.

"Why me? You can have anybody you want. "Just let me go," I begged.

"I don't want anyone else. You are mine," he said calmly but coldly.

I shut my eyes, and my body started shaking uncontrollably. One strong arm held my waist, drawing me closer to him, and his other hand rested beside my head on the bed board, making my eyes snap open. I tried wiggling to get out of his strong hold. His face dipped into my neck region without any warning.

His cologne hit my nostrils as his nose started brushing against my skin. I placed my hand on his chest, which made him stiffen and tighten his hold on my waist. I felt his abs flexing, his skin hot under my hand as I pushed him with all my strength, trying to create space between us, but he didn't budge.

He started drawing patterns with his nose on my bare skin, which sent tingling down my body, and I felt mad at myself for feeling such excitement.

I was saved by the sound of a phone ringing, and I am grateful to whoever called him inwardly.

"Che cosa!" he barked, angry at the person on the other side of the phone.

"Sto arrivando, non puoi nemmeno fare niente di giusto, idiota." He ended the call. "I have to go now, little temptress, but I will be back." He placed a kiss on my cheek and stood up to walk out of the room. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding as uncontrollable tears fell down my eyes.

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Translations

Che cosa (what)

Sto arrivando, non puoi nemmeno fare niente di giusto, idiota-- (I'm coming, you can't even do anything right, idiot.)