The Mafia's Hostage

| 2 | Meeting my Captor.

E M E L I A N A

Tears burn my eyes, making small trails down my cheeks. Even though my Father was a horrible person, he was still my Father. I'm frozen, I can't believe my eyes.

"Boss..." Demetrio says realizing who I am staring at as he steps beside me, his gaze focusing on my Father's dead body as well.

"Emeliana..." He speaks up after a moment of silence, well not even silence because there are still shots being fired in the house.

"We have to go..." He lets out and tries to pull me forward. But I don't budge, my eyes remain on my Father's lifeless carcass.

"Emeliana, please... we need to go now." Demetrio tugs on my arm a second time. My breath hitches before I look at Demetrio and find him staring at me with a deep frown on his face. I know for a fact that Demetrio didn't like my Father, but I can tell that his death has still affected him. I give my Father one last look before my legs behind to carry me forward and I follow behind Demetrio.

He’s gone... and there’s nothing I can do about it.

We reach the kitchen and find that it is empty, all the cooks and househelp must've made a run for it as soon as they heard all the commotion.

"Come on, we can get to one of the cars through here. The enemy has probably already surrounded the front-" Demetrio explains but he is cut off mid-sentence by a loud gunshot, followed by his pained groan, causing him to fall to the ground in an instant. He's been shot...

"Demetrio!" I scream in panic. I don't know where he's been shot or who shot him until he begins holding the back of his leg. No way I'm losing him as well, he's all I have right now. I'm not even sure if Cartelli and Caesaro are still alive. There were so many bodies...

"Come on... we have to keep going." He groans and pulls me towards the door while limping.

"Don't. Move." A voice says from behind us and we stop in our tracks.

It's as if the sound of the man's voice causes all my limbs to become unresponsive, making me stand still in my place, too scared to face the person behind us. His masculine voice echoes through the kitchen and I can still hear his words reverberate in my brain.

"Now, turn around." The voice instructs as we reluctantly comply with his orders. We turn to face a tall man with dark brown hair dressed in a black shirt that hugs his upper body with plain, black trousers.

He is completely unharmed and is holding a pistol directly at me, pointing it at my chest, more specifically, my heart.

"Leave her alone." Demetrio seethes and stands up in front of me despite the bullet in his leg, pointing his gun at the man. But why is he hesitating, why doesn't he just shoot him?

The man tilts his head to the side and stares at me curiously, eyeing me from head to toe, his profound gaze giving me an uncomfortable sensation that courses through my entire body.

"Come here." He motions with his gun and it's like all the air is brutally sucked out of me. I stare at Demetrio unsure of whether I should listen to the man or not.

"No way in hell." Demetrio snaps, still pointing his gun directly at the man. The man looks up at Demetrio and raises both his eyebrows as if he is surprised. He then points his gun downwards at Demetrio's foot and shoots without shifting his gaze from Demetrio's face.

"Ah!" Demetrio yells and falls on the floor for the second time, the ringing and deafening noise pounding in my eardrums as I scream when he hits the floor.

"No, Demetrio!" I say and crouch to the floor with him, letting my tears fall as I examine his leg. The man shot Demetrio in the same leg he was shot in before as blood begins to uncontrollably gush out of both wounds. I cry even more now, I don't want to lose him as well.

"D-Don't kill him. I-I'll do whatever you want." I say and drop my gun on the floor, sliding it towards him as I raise my hands.

"J-just p-please don't- don't kill him." I plead as tears stream down my cheeks.

"Em don't... what are you doing?" He tries to tell me but I simply ignore him.

The man stares at me with his gun still pointed at me and lifts his head a bit, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth slightly open as if he is about to say something.

"Okay, then come here." He commands and I begin to walk towards him cautiously, while Demetrio watches as I advance towards the man.

I get to the man and he turns me around swiftly with one hand, wrapping his muscular arm around my neck and with the gun, points it at my spine as my back collides with his chest.

I whimper at his movements and the surprisingly cold, foreign touch of the gun making contact with the bare skin that has been exposed due to my tank top riding up. He is incredibly swift with his movements and I can tell he is an experienced marksman.

"If you or anyone else follow us, I'll amputate her, then I'll kill her." He threatens and pulls me past Demetrio. He yells and screams for the man to let me go but it is all in vain.

I give him one last look as I inhale sharply, giving him a small smile just as the man pulls me away.

"Sarò a posto." (I will be okay) I mouth to him in Italian with tears still in my eyes, knowing fully well that he understands what I am saying. I can't even believe my own words. But I need him to, so he won't try and save me and risk his own life in the process.

Damn, I cry a lot, I'm so weak.

He looks at me, tears visible in his eyes just before the man pushes me through the back door and out into the cold night. The breeze smacks my face knocking the breath out of me, and making me shiver more than I already am. I have never been so terrified in my life...

"W-Where are you taking me?" I ask the man as I continue to sob. He doesn't answer me; instead, he keeps walking forward and pushes me towards a black SUV. I am even more terrified now, I am really being kidnapped and I can't do anything about it. This is it, this is how I'm going to die...

We get to the car and he releases his arm from my neck but still has the gun pressed against my lower back.

"Get in." He commands and opens the door for me with his free hand. I hesitate but then I admit defeat and climb inside. There is no point in resisting and even if I want to fight him, I can't. I'm sure he is way too strong for me anyway.

He shuts the door and goes over to the driver's seat, climbing inside and closing his door before locking all the doors.

He starts up the car and begins driving out of the manor like a maniac on heroin, driving through the main gates that are surrounded by dead guards lying across the ground. So that's how he got past...

"W-Where are we going?" I ask and wipe my tears, but he ignores my question and concentrates on the road. I take this time to get a better look at him. Up close, he has hazel, light brown eyes and boy am I ashamed to admit how good looking he is... He has a perfect chiseled jawline with a little bit of stubble and thick eyebrows that are perfectly shaped. Don't even get me started on his lips...

He notices me staring at him and spares me a glance before turning his eyes back to the road. He looks quite young as well, he doesn't look any older than 24.

"Snap out of it! This is no time to admire your kidnapper!" A voice tells me, obviously my conscience helping me think properly. She's right- I am right, I can't admire this man. He doesn't deserve my admiration.

"Stop staring at me." He says bluntly and focuses on the road. He didn't even look at me, he just frowns slightly in concentration as he changes the gears so we can go slower.

"Answer my question!" I yell at him. s**t, I didn't mean to yell.. but I am getting irritated and I let my temper loose. I regret it immediately. Not only is it a bad idea to distract the driver, but for all I know, he could pull out his gun and end my life right here and now, but, he did take me for a reason, so he wants me alive.

"Look, if you sit nice and tight then I'll tell you. And stop crying too it's irritating." He replies and I raise my eyebrows at his audacity. My face slowly develops a frown as I think about all that has happened in the past 10 minutes.

"Y-You killed my friend..." I whisper remembering Demetrio and his injuries. He is probably going to bleed to death if he isn't treated soon.

"He'll survive, I only shot his legs... well, leg." He speaks as if we were speaking about something as simple as the weather.

I lean back in my car seat and look out the window, getting frustrated with this man, watching as we pass by familiar large trees. We are leaving our estate and with every second that passes, I become more and more worried.

"Wh-What's your name?" I ask, pulling my legs up and folding them so my chin rests on my knees. I am only wearing a tank top and a pair of sweatpants which I now regret because of how freezing tonight is.

"You ask so many questions." He grumbles, shifting his hands on the steering wheel.

"My name is Luca Mariano De Genovese." He speaks and my eyes almost popped out of my head.

Genovese.

I've heard about his family... The Genovese crime family. They go a long way back, they've been there since the '20s, one of the original Chicago Families and have a pretty solid reputation. But at the same time, they are one of our biggest rivals, their current Don, being one of my Fathers greatest enemies.

"Genovese as in-,"

"Yes. It's a long story." He interrupts and changes the gears again going faster this time. He moves his hand over to the AC and turns it on as cold air blows into the car. It is already cold outside so why on earth would he turn the AC on? I glare at him before rubbing my hands up and down my joggers, to try and warm myself up.

He seems to notice how cold I am and so he reaches into the backseat and grabs a blanket that is laying on the seat, tossing it to me.

"There. Get some sleep. We'll be there in a few hours." He speaks unusually calm, which is surprising, to say the least.

"For all I know, you could kill me in my sleep, so why should I listen to you." I snap at him.

Don't buy into his acts of kindness.

"I'm not going to kill you, but that's only if you be a good little girl..." He looks at me briefly before turning his eyes back on the road.

"I'm not some kid so don't speak to me like one-"

"Don't you ever stop talking? Could you just shut the f**k up? I can't concentrate with you running your mouth. Last time I checked I don't care what you think. Act like a f*****g kid and I'll treat you like one." He snaps at me and I slump in my seat out of fear. He's so scary...

I don't say anything more so, what can I even say after that? And so I decide to just do as he says and maybe I can get out of this alive... I place the blanket over my body and get comfortable on the chair, adjusting it carefully so it's leaned back. I don't want to make him angrier so I simply obey him and cover myself up, facing the window.

I need to think of how I'm going to escape if I'll even be able to. I need to get back to my Family, or what's left of it. There's absolutely no way I'm becoming a silly little hostage for anyone.

In a few minutes, I am fast asleep and I hope that when I awoke I realize that this is just one horrible nightmare.

.  .  .  .  .

It's not.

It's all real.

I wake up to the mild sound of slow-paced Jazz music, playing at low volume. I open my eyes to face my captor, Luca, as he peacefully taps the steering wheel softly and hums to the song playing. I sit up from the chair and wipe away the sleep from my eyes, looking out the tinted windows. I must've slept through the night cause it seems to be early, possibly 5 am because you could see streaks of daylight in the sky which is a pink and orange mix of colours. The temperature is extremely low, even colder than it was last night. I glance at the digital clock that was just above the radio to check if I was right about the time.

04.18.

Okay so maybe I was a little off.

"Good, you're awake," Luca speaks without looking at me as he focuses his attention on the road ahead and slows down for the speed bumps.

"I am still cold." I blurt out and try to snuggle against the cover, but it isn't making a difference.

"Complain one more time and I'll dump you on the side of the road." He says irritatedly and eyes me. I scoff and wrap the shawl tighter around my body.

"Why did you take me?" I ask after collecting my thoughts and building up the courage to speak up again. He glances at me before and looking back at the road.

"Again with the questions."

"Tell me why," I say, pestering him more.

"Because I felt like it." He retorts bluntly and I stare at him in disbelief.

"So, you decided to attack my whole Family, kill almost everyone there, and possibly amputate my friend because you, felt like it." I hiss at him.

"Precisely." He states. "Now could you pipe down, this is the best part." He turns up the volume of the radio and taps the steering wheel as the tempo of the song increases, followed by a crazy double bass solo.

My brain begins processing what happened a few hours ago. Images of my Father's dead body and all those men that died and Demetrio, who is possibly dead as well, flash my mind. Cartelli and Caesaro who are probably dead as well.

I can't help myself.

I start crying again... and this time I try to hide my face, so he won't look at me.

"Ugh, don't you ever get tired of crying?" He speaks out and hands me a bunch of tissues from the compartment in the armrest. How can someone be so inconsiderate?

"Did you kill my Father?" I ask not accepting the tissues; I simply stare through the windshield, watching all the trees pass by, getting larger as we continue to drive. He doesn't say anything for a moment, putting away the tissues and exhaling to him. after a while he finally looks at me and stares at me expressionlessly.

"I can't remember, too many people."