The Mafia's Celebrity

BLUEY'S POV

AMERICA••••••

"July 20th, 2022" my mind reminded me of the date painted in blood, the same date I had seen on my black SUV few weeks ago. 

Right before I was attacked at the show in Texas.... 

I've had series of attacks this few months and it has begun to dawn on me that someone wants me dead.

Who could possibly want me dead, I couldn't think of anyone, though I have had some unpleasant encounters with my fellow artists in the industry,they wouldn't go that far. Today was just another concert, I hope nothing happens, but I couldn't help but feel unease.

"Sigh"

   "Aaah... you are spacing out on me again" I heard my teammate, Gia said.

  "Are you scared there might be another attack today?" said another in concern

"I...."

Why don't you admit, you've been involved in something shady" the last one said before I could reply.

Well this is Melanie one of my teammates, 22 years old, Irish Canadian, curvy and annoying at the same time, always trying to provoke me, Sometimes I sense deep hatred from her.

Gianna, 21 years old, petite, cute and funny.

Always acting mischievous and oh she's Korean. 

Then the last one, Dovey, We don't really know much about her, buh she has this deep Italian accent, so we just concluded she might be Italian. 23 years old, The life of the party and also a club freak.

"Not everyone is like you, Mel" I replied with an eye roll.

'Something shady? what a joke'.

  "Me?, at least I don't have someone hunting for my head". She scoffed

"Today is just not the day for this, Mel". Dovey snapped

Well that's Dovey for you always trying to resolve conflicts among us.

I just needed to get my mind and emotions controlled, not saying anything. I focused my gaze at the mirror trying to get my hair done.

"A little to the side, no take it up a little, that's it". I said to the stylist.

I might not be a pro in styling but I definitely know what fits me.

"It's beautiful, Miss". The stylist said in excitement.

"Thank you". I said with a slight smile 

We were performing one of our biggest hit song at the moment, the arena was filled up with thousands of people, chanting in excitement the name of their favourite girls band.

"DIAMOND GIRLS"

My name is Bluey Denver, 22 years old.

music as always been my only way to release my emotions. My life can be said to be the perfect one, but with the countless attacks? I really doubt it.

 "Calm down, everyone your idols will be on the stage any moment from now". I heard the host say in an attempt to calm the crowd.

I shook my head helplessly because he was terrible at the job.

I quickly changed into a black long dress, hurrying to meet up with the rest of the team.

"Where's Bluey?" I heard Dovey asked.

"Am here". I replied walking in to the room.

"Why are you in the black dress" Mel snapped angrily.

"What's wrong with me wearing the black dress" I asked confused.

"I want the black dress, take it off" She said standing in akimbo.

"You wanted the red dress, I gave it to you, now you want the black one?"

She was really trying to get on my nerves, I knew it, I couldn't lose it, here wasn't the right place for.

"Well I changed my mind". She said plainly.

I knew she what she was trying to do, but she was the least of my worries right now, I decided to ignore her.

As the time to go on stage approached I couldn't help but feel more uneasy and nervous, maybe it's all due to the what has been happening these past few months. Anytime I go on stage, there's either a shoot out, a fire suddenly breaks out or the light stand falls towards my direction.

The police investigating the case, couldn't find anything and just had to improve the securities.

The more the excitement of the crowds grew louder, my anxiety grew stronger, I was starting to get light headed. I reached out to my bag to get my meds but it wasn't there.

'Oh no, I left it in the van'. I facepalmed myself.

"I need to get something from the van" I announced loudly, without any hesitation I rushed out.

I hid myself well in order not to get noticed and attract attention, inside the van, I finally found my meds, took it, to calm myself before stepping out.

Immediately my feet touched the ground, I felt my nose covered, my eyes rolled backwards, I tried to fight it and stay conscious as my body became weak.

I knew this was going to happen, I felt it, who could have kidnapped me, who did I offend.

my eyelids slowly dropped and everything became blank, and silent.

Few hours later✓✓✓✓✓✓✓

I groaned, as I opened my eyes to a dimly lit room,I wasn't dead, I sigh in relieve, I tried moving but felt my arms and legs strapped to the chair. Where am I, I wondered.

Across the room I spotted a figure sitting,with a stoic expression.

 "Where am I?" I asked panicking. I had so many questions running wild in my head, who could have possibly kidnapped me, could he be the one responsible for all these frequent attacks, I needed to leave this place.

I struggled with the ropes tied on my hands trying to loose it.

"Don't even think of it". The figure across the room bellowed.

"Who are you? Why am I here?" I asked my voice shaking in fear. I've never been this scared in my life. His voice so cold and domineering.

"You don't need to know who I am" he continued.

"I finally found you, Amore mio"  

"Your love?" I scoffed

'Is this person insane? could this be another crazy fan?'

"I don't even know who you are, what do you want, is..it money?, I can give it to you but just let me go" I said with pleading eyes; maybe I can try negotiating with him.

The man's eyes flashed with amusement at her words, he stood up from his seat and walked towards her with an aura that reeked of authority and danger.

 l was stunned when I saw the face of my abductor through the little illumination of light in the room. I couldn't help but marvelled at how good looking he was. I have always been a lover of beauty, but this wasn't the time to admire good looks I facepalmed myself.

'Get a grip girl, ya about to die'

 I felt a cold chill run down my spine as my abductor stopped right in front of me. This man was too dangerous I could feel it.

"Money?" He smirked, looking down at me.

He was a tall man, so standing in front of me, his height was intimidating.

"Do you think am after your money?" He asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Let me go you pscho" I retorted angrily my 

 scared expression gone. 

If he didn't want money then what, how do I get out of this. my teammates they'll be worried and.... the concert, I just need to escape I'll worry about that later.

I shifted uneasily on my seat as he fix his gaze on me, gently he touched my face, he lifted my chin with his index finger.

"You..." 

The words I was about to say got stuck in my throat, I couldn't help but feel lost in those familiar but yet unfamiliar dark orbs,

'Did I say familiar?'

"You are mine, micino, and am never letting you go again". He said coldly with a cold expression.

I felt my heart tightened, fear creeped in.

Did I just get kidnapped by a psychopath?