The Daughter of the Mafia

Chapter Two- At the Mercy of a Heartless Man

The sound of running water awoke Juliette from what she had hoped to have been a nightmare. She could envision walking into the bathroom and seeing David beneath the cascading water, dampening his porcelain physique as his muscles would ripple per action. However, the silhouette she encountered upon tiptoeing across the room and into the bathroom had caused her to reclaim the details of the night before. However, the perfectly carved male specimen before her had distracted her for just a minute. 

Tattoos of unknown meaning laid throughout his skin, seemingly without a beginning or an end. The structure of his tattoos had moved down both of his sides and ceased at his hips. A set of broken wings were the only understandable form of ink as all others bled into their neighbor or sat in a language or input that she did not understand. Her lips parted for a moment as he turned to face her, a look of pride on his face as it had been clear that he took great care of his appearance. Her eyes then scanned his front, noticing how the tattoos ceased upon his breasts, and sporadically placed forms of ink sat upon his hands, making her unintentionally bite her lip from the thought of his hands placed upon her. As her eyes continued to descend down his body, ceasing for a moment to appreciate the Adonis belt that then led to his pubic region. Growing breartless as her eyes moved shamelessly downward, taking in his length. A small amount of pubic hair encircled around his member, as her eyes appreciated the beauty of his male form. 

"Perdonami." His deep voice spoke as he wrapped a towel around his body, covering the most intriguing parts of himself from meeting her gaze. "Pensavo stessi dormendo." He continued to speak while pulling himself from the bathroom and into the main space of the bedroom. 

"I haven't spoken Italian for some time...I suppose I am rusty." He smirked at her American accent, one he hadn't heard on a daily basis. This along with the look of bewilderment that she attempted to hide behind a clenched jaw made him look to her in the same way she felt when seeing him exposed in full form just seconds earlier. 

"Very well." He spoke with his Italian accent emerging thick in his attempt to speak her language. 

"I would like to see my father." She informed him as he turned to face her, watching her eyes widen slightly in gaining his full attention. She suddenly felt that being in his sights was an unsafe place to be. 

"I am afraid that can't happen." He educated her, while still leaving her without much of an answer as to why. But as she went to speak, she found him to continue his reasoning. "I have been told to keep you here." For a moment, Juliette seemed to accept this, even slowly shaking her head, and looking to the ground. But within seconds, her feet were in the direction of the door and he was close on her trail. The moment her fingers took hold of the doorknob, the sensation of his silhouette caused her to freeze in place. Without having to turn and face him, Juliette saw how she had been trapped by his physique. His palms were pressed flat on the door on either side of her as the curves or his muscles lied in her peripheral vision. 

"I take everything I do very seriously." He spoke to her as she turned to slowly face him. "And I have been instructed to keep you here until further notice." Although she was intimidated by his allure, her feeling of annoyance had been equal, if not exceeding this, and so she turned to challenge him. 

"And you think perhaps I'll sleep with you because you show up in a towel?" His brows shot up, not particularly used to women speaking to him in this way. While waiting for a response from him, Juliette could sense the s****l tension between them increase. However, she knew he was the kind of guy that would make a night lively for a girl, and she was a lifetime commitment sort of woman. Due to this, she told herself that all he would sum up to be would be a good love, but nothing more. 

"You walked in on me, tesoro." Her eyes narrowed to him as she recognized his Italian comment as having meant 'sweetheart'. Perhaps the lust she felt for him had clouded her ability to be strong for herself up until this moment, but now, she simply wanted to escape from his grasp. 

"How do I know you didn't just kidnap me and my father is desperately looking for me?" She changed the subject, fearing if they stayed on it, that things would drift to a more s****l altercation. 

"Do you wish for me to call him?" He asked by motioning to the old telephone set beside the bed. The rotary phone, colored black, suddenly stuck out within her mind as she was forced to look back up to him when seeing his hand move to his towel. He held on tightly to the knot he made to keep it upon his waist, distracting her from calling for help for just a moment. "The phone will only call within this house...but his room is zero, one, if you wish..." with this being spoken, the man released her from between his arms and watched as she moved in a casual pace towards the phone. Sure enough, as she had tried to dial an outside line, she found a busy signal to explain how it was futile. Due to this, she then dialed 0 and then 1 before hearing it ring. 

Speaking in formal Italian, her father corrected himself to English upon hearing her voice. 

"Yes, daughter of mine?" He asked in a tone that seemed rather annoyed. Anger grew within her as she tried to comprehend what reason he had to be angry as opposed to her. 

"You are keeping me prisoner in my childhood home?!" She yelled to him as the man who was chosen to watch over her had smirked at the spunk she released despite him watching her. It was a fire he hadn't seen in another woman; especially one in this position. 

"You will lower your tone or this conversation will cease immediately." He threatened as she clenched her jaw while trying to embody all of her anger into the tension of her jaw itself. "Good, now what is it you need? I am very busy-" speaking to her in quick dismissal, Juliette scoffed before asking the question she had been wondering since she had awoken a few moments earlier. 

"Who is this...man in here with me?" 

A slight silence came over his end before he shuffled through some papers. "Demetrios. And you will learn to respect him. I have placed you in his care as he is one of my most trusted men. He will not put up with your bullshit or attempts to escape. It is best to listen to him." With this, the line cracked and began to buzz, telling her the call had ended. For a moment, she thought of tricking the man whose name she had just learned by pretending as if she could reason with her father, but before she was given the chance, he took the phone from her ear and set it back in place upon its holder. 

"Satisfied?" He asked with his eyes frozen onto her own. 

"What exactly IS the plan Demetrios?" Upon hearing the full form of his name, tension came over his face, before he then looked to her with a deadpanned expression. 

"To keep you from causing trouble..." when speaking the last word, his eyes fell to her lips, as if revealing the true intention behind his words; as if he would distract her with other activities to keep her from trying to escape. And for a moment, she had frozen, as she knew she could be silenced in worse ways. 

"And it is Dimitri." He spoke firm, breaking his flirtation and keeping his jaw in a hard line. "Now, do you need to shower?" She looked towards the bathroom and nodded, trying to find an excuse to distance herself from him as she could feel her temperature rise just being near him. Without another word, she closed the door behind her and locked it before then bringing her focus to the shower before her. While running the water, she tried to search for a way out. But the window was too small, Dimitri was waiting outside the door, and the vents were too high. She realized she had been trapped. 

Distracting herself beneath the warm water and thoughts of the last twenty four hours, Juliette closed her eyes to keep the shampoo from stinging her eyes. Because of this, she neglected to notice the fingers craning their way around the shower curtain and unveiling her. When feeling the cold air grow harsh on her skin, Juliette went to speak before watching Dimitri set his hand over her mouth and push her up against the cold shower wall with slight force. 

"Silenzioso." He spoke into her ear before pulling a gun from behind his back and placing it beside her head as the sound of steps made their way towards the bathroom. Her heart stopped as she saw the disdain in his eyes and lack of attempt to do anything but protect her. He covered her naked body in its entirety with that of his own as the shower curtain came open slowly with the butt of another gun. Before the curtain was pulled back fully, a shot rang that forced the intruder to the floor. Within seconds, Dimitri was over him, ensuring his status or lack there of regarding his life before checking the rest of the room. Within a few moments, he returned to find her shaking and staring at the body directly across from her. 

"Get dressed. We cannot stay here." He told her while pulling the body from the bathroom, leaving a trail of blood, before allowing her a moment to dress. However, she couldn't bring herself to understand how so much could happen in a span of Twenty-four hours. And yet, she found herself in the very center of it all. 

When she emerged from the bathroom, she found her father evading her eye contact as Dimitri spoke to him in full Italian. All she managed to comprehend was the look upon Dimitri's face that spoke of tension and the sight of her passport being given to Dimitri along with a stack of money rolled up into an oval. Without so much as a kind word to his daughter, Juliette was left alone with Dimitri once more. 

"Your father agrees with me." She could feel her heart nearly beat from her chest as she thought of what would come next. Although she hated being captive in her childhood home, the thought of being captive anywhere else had made her fearful and resentful towards her own thoughts of wishing she could be anywhere else. "He wants me to take you." A look of surprise came over her face. "Somewhere safe." He continued upon seeing her expression. "After you." With that, she was then led to a solid black car and away from the house, watching from the rearview of how it had been surrounded by guards with thick guns pressed at the ready as they circled the area. Juliette was completely unaware of Dimitri's gaze and how it would watch her through any and every emotion he could; drinking in the crinkle of her nose when she was angry or the licking of her lips when she was nervous. He couldn't explain how such minimal actions drew him to her, but he would not allow her to know this. Just as she wouldn't allow him to know the lust that grew each time she was with him-even if it had been accompanied by anger.