The Daughter of the Mafia

Chapter Three- On Track

Within the time it would take to finish a glass of wine that Juliette was craving desperately, the dark car came to a stop behind a rundown train station. Feeling as if she had jumped back into the 1940s, if not earlier, her expression wore the surprise she felt in this moment. The wood having begun to peel back from the structure itself along with the rotting wood that lay poorly hidden beneath quickly placed faux foliage, had caused her to snicker. But the moment her gaze lowered towards the ground, the firm grip of a calloused hand took hold of her neck and led her forward. The group that accompanied Juliette into the train station had caused a great amount of attention as they all stuck out as sore thumbs. For the majority of those who were present in the seats inside the bus depot, they were of a lower class than those who had just crossed over the threshold. They looked before them to see a woman of impeccable beauty surrounded by men dressed in Armani-styled suits and weapons attached to their waists via holsters, and yet the look of desperation in her eyes had done nothing to merit an act of heroics from anyone nearby. Instead, she was led to a chair nearby and forced to wait for the train as Dimitri did not remove his grip from her, only lowered it until it fell effortlessly over her shoulders. She remained in place in fear of angering him while her eyes caught a glimpse of the alarming weapon poking out from his hip. An awkward silence fell between the team of men that accompanied her up until the time the train was set to leave the area. When this had come to pass, the only soul who followed her towards the train had been Dimitri. The second she had noticed this, Juliette couldn't stop the words before they left her lips. 

"I am expected to remain with you and you alone?" She questioned as he took both of their tickets and handed them to the man whose sole job was counting those on board, before they moved towards the direction of their shared cabin. 

"It is easier to escape from assassins that way." He attempted to remind her of their morning as she looked to him with a glare. When being led to their cabin, Juliette's glare turned to fear upon watching him bring the lock to a closed position and bringing his gun to view. Dimitri seemed to become relaxed in the fear behind her eyes as he removed his jacket from his solid physique and took a seat at the end of what would be his bed. Pulling his body in an eased position, he watched, as she remained near the door. 

"We have a long journey, you may want to sit down at some point." He spoke before pulling an amber colored liquor into its respective glass and sighing at the end of its consumption. "Perhaps a drink will ease you." 

"Ease me?! I just saw my boyfriend of four years killed by my father and now I am being shipped off somewhere I don't know with someone I know even less after I was nearly killed for taking a goddamn shower!" Suddenly, Dimitri was on his feet and moving to her. 

"There is something you do not seem to understand. First is that you need to keep your damn voice down. And second is that your father is doing this for you." She scoffed although he stood before her with anger in his eyes and a tight grip on her arms. 

"My father cares more about seeing blood run cold and money in his bank account than he ever had about me." 

Before another word between then could be spoken, the door found a knock to interrupt them as Dimitri released her and answered the door. Within seconds, they were greeted and given a menu for the dining car a few doors ahead. The menu itself found its way halfway off a nearby table as she brought her hand to her stomach to try and conceal the intense growling that deafened anyone in earshot. 

"When is the last time you ate?" Her eyes lowered as he then handed her the menu, their fingers grazing upon this handoff. However, Dimitri seemed unaffected by this. "Choose anything, but you must eat." Letting out a sigh, she began to look through the menu before recognizing a few items that made her hunger increase when thinking of their taste upon her tongue. Due to this, he rose from the seat once more and brought her forward to the hall while setting the gun behind him in the back of his belt. Allowing her to move first, he instructed her to the location of the dining car before they took a seat upon a table near the center. 

"You are very transparent, Juliette." He spoke without lifting his gaze from the menu. Her eyes fell to him upon hearing his voice. "I can see you searching for a way out and I can assure you the only one you will find is jumping to your death from this train." His eyes finally lifted to face her upon these words having left his lips. 

"Maybe I will." She challenged him as a waiter moved to take their order, Dimitri having ordered for them both, until returning to his conversation with Juliette. 

"I find it hard to believe you would rip your tights on the rubble outside...or risk your hair falling out of place." He commented while taking a sip of his water, present with fresh mint leaves upon the top. "I would guarantee that you have always played by those rules they taught you in your catholic school..making you fear what it means to be alive. Which is why you shiver whenever you see a weapon or breathe weak when I corner you."

She narrowed her eyes to him, angry that perhaps she had been that transparent. 

"And doing whatever it is that you do is considered living?" He smirked and then nodded before their food was set before them. 

"Having power is intoxicating, much like sex." Having attempted to swallow a drink, she choked upon this word as he smiled to himself in approval from having gained such a reaction. 

"How is that?" She asked upon trying to recover from this. 

"Because bellissima, you have something that merits danger, yet, holds the promise of excitement. The thrust of a gentleman claiming his lover is the same as a man holding a gun to an enemy long duration. Perhaps the feeling is not quite the same...but the look in the eye of the soul across from you is the same at one point."

"Which is?"

"For an enemy, it is the moment before you pull the trigger, the look of desperation in their eyes upon knowing their life is in your hands. For a woman...it is the moment she is about to erupt...a look of uncertainty if you will join her or leave her to find satisfaction in another form. It is the same look of dependence that is addicting to feel. The very look you set to me." Her eyes shot up to him. 

"I do not look at you that way!" She challenged him as he smirked. 

"No? If you claim so." He moved back to the plate before him while picking apart his steak. It was clear that he was aware his words had annoyed her and he seemed pleased with himself to hold such results. It showed in the smirk set on the side of his face lowered to take hold of his food. 

"You probably think every woman wants you…" she commented to herself, speaking loud enough for him to hear as he c****d his jaw before shrugging off her comment. "You also probably think that you have that effect on me. The only reason I look at you at all is to see where that damned weapon is...and if there happens to be any secondary emotion, it is confusion or anticipation for what you will force me to endure next." He didn't even bother to look up to acknowledge her words. Instead, he took the napkin to his lips and then set it on the table before them both. Clearing his throat, he then looked to her with two fingers set before him, ordering her to stand. 

"Why?" She asked as he turned his head, irritated at her having questioned him. 

"Because I asked nicely, next time, I will do so with force." Not wanting to make a scene, she stood, waiting for him to speak against her or further his point. But instead, he moved for her to step into the aisle of the train. For a moment, she blushed when seeing the eyes fall onto her, but began to ease, as they lost interest. As she went to look at him, Juliette was pulled onto his lap and caught before her head would have hit the window beside him. One hand rested on her back, keeping her from falling uncomfortably into the table, as the other rested on her cheek. The movements had been done so quickly, that a slight gasp had left her lips. 

"I am not a monster who holds a reputation of disrupting innocent women. I respect them all in their independence...but I will not hesitate to bend you over my knee or toss you over my shoulder if you try to cause a scene. This is all being done for your protection." His voice, his accent, and his scent had caused her to transfix on him for a moment. She had forgotten about all of the comments regarding her family and even the death of her boyfriend, and through it all, having the attraction she felt for Dimitri to only grow. "Now finish eating." He motioned to her food, bringing her back to her feet as she struggled in keeping her composure as her knees took on the life of Jello. 

While sitting across from him, Juliette couldn't bring herself to look him in the eyes while knowing he had been correct in his assumptions of her. She had indeed looked to him with the desperation that came in knowing he was a good lover. She could tell by the passion of his touch and the possession of his presence. Her cheeks grew warm as she finished her vegetables left on her plate and followed Dimitri back to the sleeper car of the train. Opening the door for her and then waiting for her to pass, he locked it from the inside once more until keeping her at bay for the rest of the afternoon. By the time the moonlight began to peek through the windows, Dimitri had taken his rest on his bed as she focused on making her way to the door-but only after hearing a slight uneasy breathing pattern that told her he was asleep. Moving quietly across the floor on the tips of her toes, Juliette set her fingers upon the cold metal of the lock before managing to turn it. But as the door came open, a hand kept it closed and she was then pulled from it via her waist and thrown onto her back. 

"Do not make me tie you to this bed, I am used to a woman enjoying such a thing." She glared at him upon hearing such words as half of her felt jealousy and the other had felt disgusted. "You will not escape me. I am not going to let you go until I am told to." He spoke, holding her down in place as she had attempted to break free. "You are mine now, bellissima…" he informed her as she could feel her heart palpitate, knowing he meant it in a way more than an occupational order. She would be damned to show it to him, but her body craved him, especially as he pinned her down in such a way-leading her to feel the extent of his body upon her. 

"I am nobody's." She clarified before he lowered to her as if going to kiss her before speaking just before connecting his lips to hers. 

"You will be." And with that, he lifted himself from her, and left her unsure how to respond. Her body seemed to betray her attempts to hate him; no matter how hard she tried.