In Love With The Mafia Boss

Chapter 2

The black BMW had moved from the shoulder to the center of the dirt road, blocking it completely. The same Italian with black dirty jeans and a dusty t-shirt over his shoulder who had pointed a gun at her earlier leaned against the front fender of the vehicle, his m14 rifle slung muzzle, a second guy beside him slouched in the driver’s seat of the BMW.

Two other men were seated on either side of her, and like the man at the front, they are both brandishing rifles.

Bella had no idea where these mobsters are taking her, she can hear them talking to one another and as much as she wanted to know what they are talking about, Bella hates it that she cannot.

The thought to consider studying Italian and Mexican language crossed her mind, maybe she could make it through her busy schedule.

Bella wanted to laugh at the thought, by the way these men around her speaks to each other, she could not help but think that maybe and there are strong possibilities that these men are talking about how they would kill her.

‘Nothing but the best for these boys.’

Bella whispered as she suppressed a smile.

Now if these people with guns will see her smiling she will for sure be dead before they can even reach their destination.

Bella rolled her eyes when she figured that she could no longer endure yet another few minutes of silence so she turned to face the man on her right.

“Hey, will you just tell me where on earth we are going? Where the hell are you guys taking me? If you were just going to kill me, why not do it now? You have guns people.”

She said annoyed, the man she asked remained silent and only threw her an annoyed look.

That only made Bella rolls her eyes again.

“Ugh, hello? I mean come on if I am the one that has that kind of riffle I’d be shooting non-stop.”

She once again called for his attention and the man faced her longer this time.

“Stai zitta donna!” (shut up woman)

He said almost shouting, that did not gave Isabella any reaction, instead what he did only irate her even more.

“Yeah, stai zitta whatever. I don’t understand. Just tell me where you imbeciles are taking me.”

She said trying the best she could to make her own voice even louder than his.

That only irate the man even more and Bella was pissed enough to care, she thought of having no point to be scared and she was Isabella Smith she never gets scared of anything.

She never gave up her chance to live a typical teen age life and began training and learning at the age of twelve and she spent the sixteen years of her life training to become one of the best soldiers the United States of America will ever have only to let these mobsters who were holding M14 rifles scare her.

Bella was irate, and that's all she was feeling—nothing close to fear.

She was furious because she had, for the first time in her life, allowed these men to confuse her and make her unable to understand what was happening around her. She wanted to know where these men were taking her, but she was unable to do so.

Bella was aware that she had the right to inquire, and she reasoned that since these men had dragged her inside, she had been doing just that.

And it irked her so much that these men won’t give her an answer, technically they are giving her answers she just couldn’t understand what it meant because they have been speaking Italian.

She wanted to think how long have these men been staying in the US of A and maybe they are just foolish enough to not know that America is an English country, but then Bella figured that she had no energy to waste thinking about those useless stuff about these know nothing men so she chose to stop thinking about that.

Bella was just about to open her mouth again with the intention of pissing these men with her off, when she notice that the car that’s been taking them to an unknown location, well at least unknown to her have slowed down.

As much as she wanted to speak, she chose to stay quite when the long drive finally stopped, Bella could not help but throw an idle glance from outside the car window, her brow creased after she noticed that these imbeciles have taken her to what seemed like a huge house.

Bella had to think again if the property that’s in front of her face can still be referred to ‘just’ a house.

This place was gigantic, too gigantic that even she was not able to see the inside structures of it she can already call it a mansion.

But then the question is, why did they took her here?

Bella never had the chance to talk as the men beside her on their way here snatched her out of the car.

She tried to struggle with little to no success.

Bella tried the best she could not to doubt her ability as a woman but then the truth already lays in front of her face.

As much as she wanted to believe that she was a strong, confident and brave woman that she was built to be, she still could not deny the fact the she has no match against these men.

“So what that’s it? Please don’t tell me that you brought me here so I can have a decent, comfortable and elegant death?”

She said, refusing to drop the sarcasm on her voice as she continued to fight for freedom from the two men that are still grabbing both her arms.

As much as Bella struggled the men only tighten their grip, Bella rolled her eyes.

“Struggling will not get you anywhere.”

She was about to say something and ready to curse at them to let them know how annoyed she was when she heard a deep voice spoke behind them and caught their attention.

Bella turned to face the owner of that deep and masculine voice only to be left amused.

‘Holly mother of freak!’

Bella whispered through her lungs.

She figured that she would be a total nun if she will not say that this man, whoever this man in front of her is not a hunk.

Her mind and body was in a complete debate at that very moment, her body tells her that this beautiful man in front of her was no good, no good at all but then her mind was telling her that he was probably the most attractive man she ever seen in her entire life, in her 28 years of existence.

Or maybe not probably because she was sure of it.

Italian models will be nothing compared to him.

“Oh God, he’s gorgeous.”

Bella once again whispered.

She couldn’t help but be impressed by how attractive he was, his features were far different from what she had imagined of a man being in a mafia organization could look like basing on the appearances of the mobs she had encountered earlier.

She meant no judgements at all, she wasn’t perfect but she wasn’t bad looking either and Bella refused to believe that he was one of them.

He was tall, Bella couldn’t help but to secretly examine his looks, calculated his height and later settled to 6 foot.

He had a slightly dark complexion, a strong jaw, perfectly lined jaw that as if it was sculpted by the most perfect artist in the world, huge muscles that even it was covered by a black dusty t-shirt she knew, his cold dark eyes that’s stuck on her dirty yet beautiful face.

She nodded as she stared at him, and she meant stare, unaware that she was biting her lips, why does this feels like the way she acts right now was way far from what she is.

Because of this man’s presence, she’s acting as if she was like a teen ager who would kill just to be able to be closer to him.

“Oh God’s teeth, this is no good, not good at all.”

She then again whispered.

Whatever happened to ‘set goals for yourself and never allow any kinds of things to distract you’ that she used to say every time she goes out of the doors of her tiny apartment?

“Female soldier huh? Soldiers like you are no good for this organization. You cause problems to every business that this organization has, I wonder what to do with you…”

He said, that deep voice lingers in her ears as if it was some kind of a soothing music that she loved to hear.

Bella remained quite as he started to walk closer to her, he motioned to the men that are still holding her to let her go and they instantly obliged as if they happen to received orders from a God.

‘Well he looks like a God.’

Bella thought, she wanted to laugh at herself by letting this no good man wreak havoc to her whole being.

She figured that it will be impossible for her to deny that this no good man was actually a handsome man in his mid-30s.

Unable to concentrate on what is going on around her, Bella forced herself to look away which she successfully did after a few couple of minutes admiring his handsome face.

“Oh good, finally I can talk to someone in English, these goons are giving me a hard time with their Italian language. They understand each other but I don’t, you know how frustrating that is?”

She said trying the best she could to be sarcastic and everything, Bella suppressed a smile as she sensed a hint of annoyance in his face.

“So what, you suddenly can’t talk now?”

She said after a few minutes of silence, the beautiful man never bother to say anything and chose to stand at the same location he was earlier and stare at her.

Bella smiled the sweetest smile that she can master and forced herself to return the same intensity of his glare.

“What, only because you are good looking and incredibly intimidating doesn’t mean I will be scared of you. I have no idea who you are and you don’t know me, well you knew that I am a soldier that’s causing problems to the ‘criminal’ organization you are trying to side to maybe justify the needs of you goons to commit crimes but that’s just it. If you are going to kill me I suggest you do it now otherwise tell me why am I here for.”

Bella lamented, it took another few minutes of silence and the staring never stopped, the silence irate her even more. Bella could not help but roll her eyes at him then later chose to look him straight to his eyes and forced herself not to be distracted by his beautiful face.

She figured that if she was about to die today in the hands of these mobsters, then it’s better to die fighting than just be quite and peacefully wait for it. Peaceful and quite never goes well together for Bella, and that will not going to change even she was already in between life and death situation just like she was dealing with right now.

“Seriously, can’t you talk?”

Bella said almost shouting out of annoyance.

“I can talk, Lieutenant Isabella Smith.”

He said, his voice cold, matching his cold dark eyes.

Bella sensed almost nothing from what he said, she idly wondered whether or not this man have mastered to have no reaction just like what she did to master being the best that she can.

For an unknown reason Bella couldn’t explain, she choice to avoid his glare.

This man is deadly intimidating and damn that he is.

“How, how did you know my name?”

Bella finally asked before she could lose the remaining sanity that she have. She knew she has her surname written on her uniform, but nobody knew her name, she goes by the name Bella for all her colleagues and she just cannot stop herself to wonder how this man in front of her knew who she was.

“I like knowing my enemies well Isabella, take it from there. I want you out of my sight, now.”

He managed to walk even closer to her, Bella forced herself not to close her eyes as she felt him nibble her ear before he whispered those words to her.

What he just said left Bella perplexed and was not able to find the right words to say to him especially that he already turned his back at her and made his way inside the mansion.

Leave…

She doesn’t know what those words meant exactly until the men who took her there dragged her once more and forced her inside the same BMW.

“Okay so what the hell was that all about?”

Bella asked annoyed.

“You are free to go.”