The Start of an Era

Chapter 12

I was shaken awake gently by Scar. “Hey miss, you have to come with us.” He said, looking at me. “Okay.” I stood up and saw Ash standing at the gate smiling. I gave him a confused look but he did not say anything. I walked out of the cell and saw that Jay and Percy were still asleep. It must be early. I walked with the guards but was surprised when they did not go to the dark room but rather to the door that leads out of the mini-prison. Each of them held one of my arms gently, guiding me out of the door. When I stepped out of the door, I was surprised to see that we were in a warehouse. There were shelves from the floor to the roof filled with boxes. Probably stash. We walked towards what seemed to be the office. I looked around to see that the warehouse was empty but there were guards at every exit but on the outside. When we entered the office, my eyes widened. It was not like a normal office. There was a sofa against a wall that looked super comfortable and there was a huge desk at the other end of the room with a black leather chair behind it. There were two leather chairs facing the desk. There was a book case which had files in it with dates on them. Amateurs. I thought, because who keeps hard copies anymore? The walls were wood and on the desk was a new Apple laptop and an antique lamp. Ash led me towards one of the chairs. “The boss will be with you shortly,” he said, walking out of the office. I was scared, but I was not going to let these people see that. I sat alone in the office for a couple of minutes when the door opened again, revealing…

None other than Mister asshole himself. I was about to attack when another guy caught my eye. He is tall and the most beautiful male specimen I have ever seen. He has light brown hair with soul piercing green eyes. He wore black ripped jeans with a black t-shirt that hugged his muscles like a second skin, giving me the perfect view of his ripped body. He has white sneakers on that makes the whole total bad boy look complete. “What is this all about?” I asked, getting to the point, also helping me to stop drooling over this handsome creature. “Watch the tone.” Mister asshole said to me. “What are you going to do? You have done the worst thing anyone can do, so please tell me why I should have respect for any of you?” I asked in a cold tone, making them both wince a bit, but I did not care because if I was going to die in here they are going to know how I feel about each and every one of them. “That is enough!” pretty boy interrupts. Who the hell made him boss? He is barely twenty-eight? I did not say anything, just glared at both of them. Pretty boy walked to the desk and sat behind it. I guess he is the boss. That is confirmed when I see his tattoo covered arm. One catches my eye though. It is an eagle that is flying above a wolf howling at the moon. The tattoo was so detailed it was amazing what people can do these days.

Mister asshole stood by the closed door, which gave me a bad feeling. I looked towards Pretty boy who was staring at me as if trying to read my mind. “Okay… so why am I here?” I asked him and that seemed to snap him out of his daze. “Yeah… we want to know what you know about what is happening here.” He said flatly. Is this guy kidding me? I have been a prisoner for a week and that is his question? “I already told you I do not know anything about mafias or whatever you guys talk about. I went to my best friend’s apartment and saw danger and acted on it. Then I got captured and, yeah, well, you know the rest.” Damn, I am good at this lying thing. The look in his eyes, on the other hand, tells me something else though. He looked a bit irritated. Well, now he knows what I feel like every time these people snoop around in my personal business. “If you tell us the truth we will let you go.” He said as if it was no deal. Of course, I wanted to get out of here but there was a little problem, or might I say two little problems that keep me here. The problems happen to have names…Jay and Percy. “That is not good enough. Besides, I told you the truth and I can give you more than one reason to let me, Jay and Percy go.” He looked stunned at my proposal. Good I am not one to back down easily. “And, what is that?” he asked, looking interested. I lifted my hand and put them on his desk after taking off the cloth. “Meet Jay and Percy’s reasons for leaving.” I lifted my hands that were infected and looked horrible. I saw him almost gag at the sight but quickly recovered. “Jay is a spy and Percy stole from me so they are not going anywhere. And where is your reason to leave?” he asked, totally oblivious to my swollen eye and the cuts on my face, but I just pretended to make him look like the smart one. “Oh I am getting there… first whatever Percy stole I will pay for myself and then as for Jay… he has no reason to infiltrate you seen as his mother does not even know he is here… and as for me…” I paused to let the information that I have given him this far sink in because I am scared his brain would not handle everything at once. “I think the black and swollen eye put together with the split lip and the cuts that is going to leave beautiful scars on my face is enough but just in case you need more the internal scaring would be enough to let all three of us go unharmed.” I struggled to keep the emotions down at the memories of what happened. I was sure as hell not going to let anybody see me vulnerable ever again. “What do you mean internal scaring? I am sure a few broken ribs or something like that is going to heal?” Is he for real? Does he not know what happened? Yeah, right is he playing? How can the boss of the biggest mafia in the world not know what is happening in his own mafia? “Are you for real? You are Christian freaking Gonzalez. How do you not know what happens in your own mafia!? This is pathetic! You know what... if you want to cover up for one of your men r****g someone, then go ahead but just know that you have made some of your members very angry and do not blame them if they leave!” I was so angry and I could not contain it anymore. I have been through abusing foster homes, multiple attacks, a freaking fight club and had to be on the run from a psycho mafia boss who wants to force me to marry her son! I was not going to take it anymore. I was so angry that I did not see Christian looking at me with confusion written all over his face. I stood up from the chair and walked to the sofa, pacing the room trying to calm down before I gave myself a stroke. I felt a hand grab my arm harshly and turned to see mister asshole. I took his hand and twisted it harshly and was only satisfied when I heard a snap and I knew I had broken his wrist. Christian stood up but was too slow because I was not going to stop now. I punched Mister asshole straight on the nose, hearing his bones shatter under the force. I kneed him in the groin and when he bent down I kicked him in the groin once again before I felt a pair of strong arms holding me back. “No means no! You have to get that into your head!” I screamed at the sorry excuse of a man lying on the ground screaming in pain. Ash and Scar rushed into the room, but once they saw the scene, they could not help the smile on their faces. Christian let go of me and looked at his man looking pathetic on the floor. I sat down on the sofa watching how he was going to handle the situation. “Get up Drake!” he shouted with a powerful tone. I guess Master asshole has a name. As soon as drake got to his feet, Christian’s fist collided with his face, making him fall on the ground once again. “Get him out of my sight!” Christian shouted at the guards. They immediately took hold of Drake and dragged him away. As soon as the door closed, Christian walked angrily over to his chair and sat down pinching the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed, trying to calm himself down. I did not dare say anything because everyone knows you never ever mess with an angry mafia boss. “That was the most amazing fight I have ever seen. Although it is not the first time that I have seen those tactics, is it?” he said, catching me off guard. That is where I know him from. I have fought against him before, only back then I was in a real dark place. “Huh?” I looked at him, hoping that my face showed confusion. “Well, I would really like to forget that night, as you kicked my ass so badly, but you are also the only one who ever beat me in a fight.” He laughed a bit at the end. “Okay cool I have no idea what you are talking about but if we could get back to business that would be great.” I said changing the topic so that he would leave the past in the past. “I would say that I am sorry that you got r***d but it seems like you have that handled and for the other measures I want something in return.” He said coldly. What is wrong with this man? How could he say something like that to me? If I could handle this situation, I would have killed that asshole to make sure that this does not happen to anyone else by his hands. “I do not want to ruin the boys’ chances of getting out of this sorry excuse for a mafia, but who gave you the right to say something like that to me?. You may be the biggest mafia in the world, but you sure as hell ain’t the smartest. Not only were you unaware that there was a woman in your captivity, but you also did not know that one of your closest men was a r****t and I can bet you that it was not the first time that he had done something like that. I am sorry if this is too much for you to handle, but you gotta know that the way you are running the show aint gonna last long, so I would suggest that you show up every once in a while.” I was on a roll but the glare that he gave me made me stop and shut my mouth. He was angry and if looks could kill well, let’s just say that this would be the end. “How dare you!?” he shouted at me, making cold shivers run down my spine. I did not realize that he was in front of me until he had his hand on my neck chocking me with everything that he had. My oxygen supply was cut off and I was about to pass out when the door opened to reveal four men pointing their guns at Christian.