Taken by the Dominant Mafia

Chapter 6

Chapter Six

Rosanna Vietillo POV

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My throat feels dry, as I blink my eyes open. When I notice the sunlight beaming outside, I know there must be a window or a door down the hallway which looks like it's holding the time frame for me because in this cell, it's all dark. The walls are making me go crazy, the dark ray of shadows all around. The cold air, the way my stomach burns inside here… A part of me feels unsettled.

A part of me feels the danger here.

This is a prison, the door to this cell proves it. It looks rusted, and I spot few blood shredded marks that have left a few stains on the walls and on the ground, the dirty floors, the dusted desk in front of me.

I'm not certain how many people have lost their lives here.

Or the fact that I can be the next name in the list. I had never been to this kind of place before. My father believed that these sights can be disturbing for a girl. He always considered me as a little girl.

And it is. I have seen people's lives taken in my life. But now the aftermath of these stains feel like the unheard whispers of pain.

Because I can imagine the cries in my head of everything from the past coming back to me. But you have to get used to these horrific sights.

You have to, when you are born to a family that runs a mafia, which is known for blood and its violence. I'm not sure how long it's been since I was taken. However it feels like the clock has stopped.

I try to lift my hand, which feels numb. But my eyes stare at the sunlight, hoping I'll get out of here soon.

And the first thing I will do, going out of this hell?

I will show him how the toys can be used to destroy someone like him.

I'm not confident why he kidnapped me, while I was on my way to my wedding.

What are his agendas for doing this?

Is he wanting to blackmail my brother or Lucifer for something in return for my sake? Or am I the scapegoat to get what he wanted?

I'm not certain.

But the Castillo men are short of nothing but power is greed. It's a want that makes you do everything to gain it,

Own it.

Control it. And these men are greedy for power.

Of possession.

I have heard a lot about them, our families hate each other. And the hatred has been going on since forever.

Hendrick Castillo, is the current mafia boss, ruling the brotherhood that they have formed here as a unit to rule the mafia. They call him King. That's his nickname, and I know that many attempts from the bratva have taken place to take him down or even assassinate him.

But so far, nothing is successful. However, it's better to fail rather than not try at all. One day, we will take the brotherhood down along with the Castillo family.

And the devil, who has got me here, is Mateo.

Hendrick's brother. They call him the prince.

But there's nothing else nice about him. He may be worse than his brother Hendrick or his father Felix Castillo who is known for his womanizing behavior and list of marriages, or the fact that his son was crowned as the leader while he was still alive should speak about his capabilities. However, aren't all people, in a way a monster themselves?

My thoughts fade away as the door opens…

And the man named Zeke, who was with Mateo Castillo before, walks in with a plate of food in his hand along with a water bottle.

Placing them on the table, he walks towards me.

And I hold myself back, unsure of his intentions, my eyes glaring at him like a warning. This is the first time I have felt unsafe. The fact that I'm a woman is my first thought of being a captive here.

“I'm going to untie your hands, so you can eat. I am not going to harm you” he mentions noticing my sudden change, the anger, the sudden burst of fear.

And I nod, but with a suspicion.

I Want him to just free my hands, and he is hesitant about something.

I'm not sure how many people are guarding outside, but from what I have observed since I was brought here, there must be two or three people on the outside.

But the actual question is, how many are guarding outside this prison?

At the main gate, how do I get out of here?

Or the fact that I am in an unknown state or even a country unknown to me on my own. However I can't be a damsel in distress. I have to think

And then Act.

“Thank you” I drop my eyes, as I try to relax wanting him to go easy on me

And he does, he holds himself back with a slight nervousness.

“Don't thank me” he shrugs, as he frees my hand

And I notice him carefully, if he has got a gun or anything hidden…

“I have to. I'm starving. I was half expecting to be left here alone in the dark and cold. I feared bad things. I'm just scared, I never dreamt of this, not even in my nightmare” I murmur, as I grab the plate and take a bite of the bacon which looks fresh.

He doesn't utter a word, but the way he just looks away ?

I sense the guilt. And I dig further.

“Is he going to kill me?” I ask Zeke, my eyes staring at him while he is looking everywhere but at me.

“Or the worst…

Harass me. It's every girl's worst nightmare” I trail my voice…

“Your name is Zeke, right?” I ask him, unsure of his silence.

But this time he nods, confirming me that he will answer only the questions he wants to.

“Can you help me?

At least get me a sweater or something? I'm freezing, I am half exposed. I can't even look down at myself. My body feels numb. I feel like I'm going to die in here or my humiliation will be the death of me" I feign an innocent sadness as I ask him, my eyes dwelling to make it all believable.

“I'll see what I can do” he mentions, with a slight hesitation as he turns to face me, completely off guard

And I seize the moment, as I grab the metal plate in my hand.

I aim it straight at his neck, when it hits him something in me screams with a horror

And when he lets out a growl as he's taken back completely by my attack, I feel my heart race heavy. But I can't be here feeling sorry.

So, I quickly reach my feet, as I start to untie the ropes around my ankle.

“f**k. I will not advise you to do that” he points out at me, his hands grabbing his throat as his voice comes out in pain, and he struggles to stand still. A dry cough echoing in the air.

But I don't care because the minute I have my legs free, I push him with all my strength I have got to knock him down, using his tender neck as my aim and bring my elbow to hurt him…

However, the loud footsteps from the outside as the guards rushing towards our direction sets an alarm in me. I feel anxious, but I can do this.

I run my hand down Zeke's body to find a gun.

And I do, I find a gun kept hidden around his waist band.

And I pick it up, as I hold it up straight as the guards enter.

The gun point aiming at them who stood at their steps

“Move. I said move”

I point the gun towards them as I indicate them to move towards Zeke, noticing the same way the door is left wide open as I approach the door.

“Go inside. Get the f**k in. Or I'm going to pull the trigger” I grit out, not caring about the way my breasts are exposed as my lace bra doesn't do much of hiding my modesty and the fact that the monster had to rip my wedding dress…

My blood boils, anger, furious..

"Go. Or I'm going to start with him.

I will shoot him.

Don't try to test my patience” I point at Zeke when they try to take a step forward towards me wanting to stop me.

And to let them know that I will, in fact, pull the trigger, I shoot at the wall.

Aiming none, but the bullet cracks a sound, the gun shot sending chills down my body.

And the guy stops, as they finally follow my order.

When they walk towards the Direction of Zeke, I rush out as I shut the door and lock it up, so they can't follow me.

And I follow the sunlight, as I run down the halls holding on to my wedding gown which feels like a heavy weight on me as I hold the gun in my hand, tight.

I'm not sure where I am running. It's all dark even though the sun is set. I turn around, trying to find my way out, not stopping to even catch a breath as I'm on the run.

But I am hit against the hard chest kind of wall who grabs me by my shoulder, as he puts me back

“Where do you think you are going, princess?”

His dark eyes stare at me, and his eyes look deeper while we stand close.

And I lift my hand as I bring the gun, pointed straight at his chest, as I stare at him back…

I was born in the world of bloodshed too.