Mafia Trevor: His Pet

Chapter 5

Liya’s POV

It's been weeks now, I have been locked up without food or water. I was inside my bathroom drinking the water in my bathtub.

“Oh, God,” I whispered. The sound of the running tap was soothing. I drank more and more water like a hungry lion pouncing on its prey.

“Ohhh,” I sighed, falling down on the floor. My eyes became blurry, and a sound approached me.

“Are you feeling fine?” a young lady dressed in white asked me. I nodded.

“I'm fine. Is there any problem?” I asked her.

When I lifted up my gaze, I saw Trevor and his men. I saw a drip on my hand, and I wanted to crush his face for what he had made me go through.

I hated him so much for what he had made me go through.

“De Campo, she is good now,” the woman stood up, telling him. He nodded.

“Get her dressed for the ball party,” he said as they all walked away.

“What ball party?” I asked myself. Some girls came in with clothes, food, and water.

She placed the food beside me, and at one point, I wanted to ignore the food.

But I realized that he didn't care about me. If I starved myself to death, he would still leave.

I grabbed the plate of food and started devouring it. “Easy, pet.” With the food in my mouth, I lifted up my gaze to look at the lady that was talking.

“Pet!”

“Yes, you are the mafia pet. Count yourself lucky that he didn't hurt you,” she said.

I began to reduce the tempo of the food that I was munching in my mouth.

“I don't want to be anybody's pet. I only wanted Castiel to call me his pet,” I sighed.

“Hurry up, don't keep him waiting,” she said.

“Girls, when she is done, immediately get her all dressed up, okay?” With what I was hearing, I was curious about something.

“Wait, are we going out?” I asked.

“We aren't supposed to tell you, but yes, we are going out,” she said with a smile.

Ever since I got to this house, she was the only nice one among the other girls. All they did was keep their faces down anytime they saw me.

“Now, let's get started.”

“Let me eat my food,” I said and smiled devilishly. I will find my way to run and make sure I see my father again.

These were the thoughts going through my mind to run and see my father and Castiel.

Few minutes after I was done eating, I stood up and allowed them to treat me as they wanted.

“Handle her with care,” the lady said. I was brought to the dressing table, my face was powdered with foundation, makeup, and my eyes were combed by mascara, and my eyeliner was drawn too.

“Perfect,” she smiled, coming towards my hair. She packed it into a ponytail and smiled.

“Your beauty is captivating,” she giggled. Why was she flattering me?

“Please, stand up,” she requested, which I did. Deep down in my mind, I was just planning for a way to run away.

A gown was brought, a red long silky gown with no arms. Putting it on, it only covered my chest down to my body.

I entered it, and a heel was placed on the floor. I stepped into it after all the retouching on my body.

I walked into the mirror, seeing myself as a pretty damsel. I was looking more attractive than before. I smelled wealth when perfume was sprayed on me.

“Lastly, your necklace,” she placed it on my neck. It was a sparkling diamond necklace, shining and matching my skin tone.

“Shall we go?” I nodded and smiled. Coming downstairs, I saw a lot of Trevor's men waiting for me.

All eyes were on me, and at the same time, they tried to avoid contact with me. I saw Trevor behind me; it seemed he had been waiting for me.

Turning back, I could read his cold face at me again, looking devilish like he was. “Let's go,” he said, and I walked into a lot of various convoys.

I entered the one with Trevor.

I was looking for breath, but I couldn't breathe. The rate at which I stayed with him, I was feeling so suffocated.

“Be comfortable around me,” he said. I gulped down my spit and talked.

“Why should I be comfortable…” I kept shut immediately. I remembered the hard slap that landed on my cheek.

“You want to talk?” he asked me. I shook my head “no.”

“Good,” he smirked. I turned my eyes, looking at the wonderful city of Russia, seeing people living their normal lives without being held captive.

“Now, where are we going? I want you to stick by me; otherwise…” he said.

“Don't cause me trouble.” The convoy drove into a big estate.

We got down, and I stepped out too, walking in my gown. “Your chance has come,” I whispered to myself.

“Don't think about running,” he whispered to me. The devil, how did he realize what I was going to do?

“Now let's go,” he said. We walked into a fancy big mansion decorated with lots of glittering lights. The tables were golden, the chairs were golden.

Everything was golden. Lifting up my eyes to look at the people around me, they all looked so cold and cruel alongside the women, dressed, exposing almost their bodies.

“Welcome, Trevor,” an old woman came and hugged him. They began to speak in a deep Italian language that I couldn't understand.

I stood there looking for a way to escape. I saw my chance since he was engrossed in his chat with his mafia family.

“Get the guns,” I heard them saying. Everyone removed their guns, pointing them at each other. I was frightened; I gripped the tip of my cloth.

“Betrayal,” Trevor said. I was about to run when someone pointed a gun towards me. I stopped in shock.

“Where do you think you are going, huh?” the lady asked me with her cruel, cold eyes. I stammered.

“You are getting me pissed,” she released the trigger. I was in trauma and couldn't run. The bullet was going towards me; it was like everything froze.

“Argh,” a voice sounded in front of me.

“Trevor!!!!”