Taken by the Dominant Mafia

Chapter 4

Chapter four

Rosanna Vietillo POV

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“I knew you were beautiful, princess”

His words still haunted me, I could hear his voice which had been registered in the back of my head, the way he looked at me and greeted me.

I try to blink my eyes, in an effort to ease the memory of him, but it's just dark as I am blindfolded, I feel like a dead body that has woken up to life.

My head feels dizzy, I didn't know what happened after the two men dragged me out of the car because it was all blank, even now, I feel like my head's somewhere else, I feel numb but, I couldn't erase the picture of him.

Mateo Castillo.

I was counting seconds, knowing Lucifer or my brother would have sent an army to get me out of this hell. My patience was already running out, I wasn't a girl who would keep quiet but having my hands tied and mouth plastered, silence was all I could master

But I was waiting for the right time to strike. I wasn't certain how long I was here or what had happened to my wedding. Or was it still bright outside, or it had turned night.

I had clue what time it was or what the situation was back home. But I knew I was going to be rescued soon. Igor, my brother, wouldn't rest until he has gotten me out of here. Lucifer must be on his way to help me out.

I heard the door open and close, and I could sense someone walking in

“Leave”

There was complete silence, his voice was deep, and I knew he was the one who had walked in, it was like air shifted because he held control, he held fear, dominance in the room like he could pick his toys and twist their heads. Soon, I heard few footsteps hurrying out

And after a second, it was all silent again. I swallowed hard, expecting as I heard his footsteps approach me.

“Are you hungry, princess?” He asked, and when I felt his touch I flinched back, totally unexpected.

And my body stiffened, he was close. Maybe standing right in front of me.

He wasn't concerned about my reaction to his touch because he traced his thumb all the way down my jawline as he lifted my face, and my lips parted as I took a deep breath.

My body felt hot, I had started to breathe heavy, my chest raising every second anticipating of what he was as going to do next.

Become he was a Castillo

And I was a Vietillo

Our families had a history, but it got worse from a few weeks.

“Looks like you are. Do you want me to feed you?”

There was a tease in his voice, and I pulled back, as a retreat.

The chair I was tied cracked a noise, as I put all of my weight to move it back

Away from him.

“Is it a no?” He chuckled, a fake laughter that echoed in the air and all of a sudden, he grabbed the back of my head as he pulled my face closer, back to where I was

But this time he had moved closer, I could feel his scent, the hotness in his breath that ignited a feeling in me which I hated.

And I tried to mumble some sounds, setting out to grit out, curse out the words, but it all sounded like a weak cry in my head.

When he stepped back, I relaxed, but…

He walked behind me, he did nothing to hide the sound of his footsteps. It was as if he wanted me to hear him, knowing that he had his eyes staring at me while I was tied to this chair, my eyes shut, my mouth plastered.

When he untied the knot on the blindfold, I sucked in a breath as my eyes immediately tried to shut down at the bright lights, but next he undid the plaster around my mouth and a small cry escaped my throat, as I looked around.

It looked like I was brought to some sort of dungeon. Or an Underground cell because it looked shabby, the lights were too bright, but I could notice the dark hallway outside

And I immediately knew I wasn't in the states anymore.

They had gotten me out of town. Maybe even the country.

The realization made me go numb, but I wasn't going to battle a tear of weakness. I'd rather die in pride..

“Happy birthday, Princess” he lowered his body to match my height and whispered in my ears. I fisted my palm tight, trying to stay calm.

It was midnight, I should have been married by now

And I should have been Mrs. Smirnov.

Lucifer's dutiful wife.

“You turn nineteen tonight. And see the luck, instead of being a bride who would have bled on the sheets for a tradition, on her birthday…?

You are here, as my captive.

Welcome to the brotherhood”

His voice ran goosebumps over me.

Brotherhood, the word we hated.

We hated them.

And I tried to free myself, as I tried to pull my hands which were tied to the chair

But I didn't miss the chance to use my legs, trying to kick the desk that was in front of me to show my anger.

How long am I here? Why is no one here to find me?

The questions quickly raced through my head, but I wasn't going to cry wolf.

“Do you think, I'll be honored to be your captive?” I gritted out, my words came out sharp.

And he stood straight, even though he was facing my back I stared at his shadow which could have sent a shiver down my body.

He had that dark gaze, nothing about him made me feel safe

And that's right

Because he wasn't my knight in shine armor, it was, in fact, the opposite

He was my enemy

A Castillo,

A family I wanted to ruin, destroy and erase from history.

“You're not just a captive. But you are held captive by A Castillo. That's the honor”

He corrected me, as he walked in front of me. The arrogance in his voice, the pride, the undefeated ego shined through his eyes as he looked at me.

And this time I stared at him back.

His dark curly hair formed a shadow on his face. And those black hooded eyes made it impossible for me to look away. When his lips curled up slightly, he looked like the antagonist in the story who the audience would swoon over even knowing his wicked ways and ignoring all the bad deeds he had done.

But I noticed the thin cut around the corner of his lips, like it was an old mark.

And I found myself wanting to lick my eyes, I felt them dry.

But the way he looked down at me made me shift.

And then the realization hit me

I was his captive, I was made to be under his mercy.

He held the control and for now, I was the toy.

“What do you want?

My brother and my finance will be looking for me. You have kidnapped me in my wedding dress. Weddings are sacred, you have ruined mine.

They are going to kill you the second they lay their eyes on you.

I'm still going to give you a chance. Let me go, and I'll pretend like we never met”

At this point, I was testing the waters.

I didn't want to show him any weakness, but instead I wanted to gauge his weakness, so I can strike at him when the time was right.

“Oh, no. Really?

How are they going to kill me? By putting a bullet to my head?

Wait, Will my family be able to find my body?

Or will I be the next missing corpse after Kirill Vietillo"?

His menacing words cut the wounds I didn't want to acknowledge and I shuddered, I blinked my eyes as I looked away

My shoulders dropped, as my eyes got full

“Oh, did I make you remember your father?” He took a step further, as he crossed his arms.

“Or are you missing your brother?” He asked, mockingly.

And blinked away the hot tears as I stared at him. Having all the intentions to see him dead.

The leather jacket he wore, made his muscles look bigger, or he was just big. But I stared at the rings on his hand, the skull ink on his wrist, the dead roses, the smoked prints, the Italian words

He was totally inked, he looked like a beast who only lurked in the dark.

However he hadn't just caught any innocent prey. I was anything, but I was neither innocent nor Weak.

“Why am I here?”

I finally asked.