Debt to the Mafia

Chapter 2: Dangerous Encounter

The air thickened with the tension Elena De'Leon found herself entangled in a dangerous encounter with the enigmatic Leon Martinez—a name that carried a weighty reputation in the shadowy world he inhabited.

‘Might as well find out who’s threatening me, I’ll just add him to the list of bodies’ Elena thought to herself

"So... What’s your name?" Elena ventured, her inquiry cutting through the charged atmosphere. Leon caught off guard, revealed a fleeting expression of surprise before veiling himself in the familiar cloak of cold detachment.

‘Did she not know? Or was she playing a fool? Leon mused.

"You don’t know who I am?" Leon's words dripped with conceit, challenging Elena's audacity. Undeterred, she fired back with a retort fueled by annoyance.

"Why would I ask if I had known?" Her defiance hung in the air, setting the stage for a verbal duel between two strong-willed individuals.

"You need to have a little respect, girl. You haven’t even stated your name," Leon's calm demeanor betrayed an underlying authority, his words carrying a weight that demanded acknowledgment.

Elena shifted with unease.

‘Okay he is a bit scary, but nothing I can’t wrangle up’

"Elena… My name is Elena De’Leon. Now, what’s yours?" she pressed, determined to assert herself. Leon, unfazed, revealed his identity with a simple yet foreboding response.

"Leon Martinez," he replied, and with those words, the room seemed to shrink, enveloping Elena in the gravity of his ominous presence. The revelation stirred a whirlwind of fear and resignation within her.

‘s**t’

"Leon Martinez," she echoed, the name echoing internally like a sinister refrain. He was the puppeteer of nightmares, the orchestrator of a life-and-death. Panic surged through Elena as the weight of her reality settled upon her shoulders.

As the realization of her situation sank in, her thoughts raced.

"Oh, s**t, s**t, s**t. I’m gonna die."

The specter of her mother's scheme loomed large, a grim reminder that death might be the only escape from this perilous encounter.

"Why so quiet? Cat got your tongue?" Leon's voice, laced with amusement, snapped Elena from her inner turmoil. Attempting to mirror his tone, she replied,

"No, I was just trying to figure out why you said your name so proudly, but oh well. I guess I may never know." Her attempt at nonchalance seemed to strike a nerve, and Leon's expression darkened.

"You need to learn some manners, little girl," he declared, the air now heavy with an intimidating aura. Elena's inner defiance, a shield against the oppressive force of her mother's intimidation, surged forth.

"You are saying I need to learn some manners, yet you are the one calling me ‘little girl’ after I just told you my name." Disgust dripped from her words, her defiance unyielding. "Maybe you should learn some manners yourself," she added, her leg stomping the ground in a gesture of defiance.

Leon, undeterred, stalked forward, a predatory grace in his movements. Each step he took forced Elena to retreat until her back met the unyielding embrace of the wall. The clash of wills continued as their eyes met.

Her Dark browns were unyielding to his icy blues.

He soon stood face-to-face with her, an unsettling proximity that heightened the tension.

Running a finger along the side of her face until reaching her chin, Leon spoke her name as if it were a mockery.

"Alright then... Elena," he whispered beside her ear.

The twisted amusement in his tone sent shivers down her spine, and she grappled with the unnerving reality that she was at the mercy of a man with the power to dictate her fate.

The atmosphere crackled with uncertainty as Leon's actions blurred the lines between intimidation and something far more sinister. In this dangerous encounter, Elena found herself entangled in a web of fear, defiance, and a chilling uncertainty of what awaited her in the shadowy realm controlled by Leon Martinez.

In the twisted dance of power and vulnerability, Leon's question hung in the air, the Spanish words adding a layer of attraction to an already bewildering encounter that Elena wasn’t expecting

"¿Eres virgin?" he asked, with a slight smirk.

“Ye-What?!” Elena's shout pierced the charged atmosphere, a shrilling note effectively cutting through the tension that had enveloped them. Her face now flushed flushed face was a canvas of emotions.

‘Did he really just ask me that?’

‘Note to self, add p*****t to list of grapevine rumor titles’

“What, are you unable to comprehend a question?” Leon's condescension persisted

He cleared his throated and continued,

“Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?” he said each word with emphasis and deliberately slower than the previous questions. This was paired with hand gestures.

‘The p*****t thinks I’m dumb’ She laughed internally.

Leon observed her reactions.

‘She’s been in her head this entire time’ he mused

Tempted to take it a step further his left hands found refuge on her waist, a possessive gesture that meant to force her to redirect her attention but only resulted in accentuating the power dynamic at play. Before Elena could formulate a response, he seized her in a predatory kiss, shattering the fragile illusion of control.

His right had the culprit that had forced her head towards his. Now rested on the nape of her neck. The sudden kiss left Elena in a state of disbelief. Elena grappled not only with the invasion of her personal space but also with the dissonance between the ominous circumstances and the absurdity of her internal commentary.

‘What the heck man?!’

In the grip of shock, Elena tried desperately to free herself from his hold, but her efforts proved futile. Determined to resist, she strained to keep her mouth closed, a last line of defense against the deepening kiss. Yet, his hands, once innocently on her waist, ventured boldly. His hand roamed upward to her midback and then slowly back down to her buttocks where he rested it, then offered a slight squeeze extracting an involuntary gasp. With an abrupt shift, Leon, the relentless inquirer of her virginity, seized the opportunity to escalate the kiss, invading her mouth with his tongue. Leaving Elena struggling against a surge of conflicting emotions.

Her attempt to vocalize her protest transformed into an unexpected moan, echoing in the dimly lit room. Tears stung at the corners of her eyes, but an indomitable spirit within her refused to be labeled as weak. Summoning her strength, Elena retaliated with a swift, forceful blow to his most sensitive area, causing Leon to crumple to the ground, momentarily incapacitated.

As panic seized her, thoughts raced in a frantic cadence

"Oh god, he’s really gonna kill me now. s**t, I gotta hurry and get out."

Fueled by sheer terror, she lunged for the door, only to have it slam shut, imprisoning her in the claustrophobic space. Spinning around, she was met with the brutal impact of his hand striking her face. The force of the slap sent her sprawling onto the floor, the taste of metallic blood in her mouth and the feel of tears staining pricking her eyes was the last thing she remembered before seeing black loafers and then nothing.