A Night With The Ruthless Mafia Billionaire

Chapter Nine

Rihanna's POV

"First of all, you're quitting your job at the cafe." David announced after a brief pause.

And although I'd already quit my job, "Why do I need to do that?" I challenged, trying to get under David's skin. I knew he was dangerous, but I wasn't about to make things easy for him. It wasn't about being fearless, but rather about frustrating him enough to let me go. Although I knew the chances of that happening were slim to none.

"Don't question my decisions." He growled, his emerald eyes shooting daggers at me. Those daggers felt sharper and more sinister than the knives he had thrown at me earlier. "From now on, you work exclusively for me."

A heavy silence hung in the air as I watched his anger radiate off him. I had never met someone so easy to provoke as David. Maybe I could find a bit of amusement in this hellhole.

"Alright, but you going to pay me? Like wages or something." I questioned, locking eyes with him in the frigid, spacious room that barely resembled a living space.

"Think about it, isn't sparing your life worth more than any sum of money?" He countered, his gaze piercing and cold.

I shook my head, a stubborn determination in my eyes. "No, not really. If you were throwing a million bucks my way every month, then I'd say it's worth more than my life."

He scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. "Then you wouldn't be alive to receive that money you want."

"Got it," I replied with a slight nod. "So, uh, what exactly am I gonna be doing for this job?" As I looked around, it became clear that David's business was far from legal. The eerie atmosphere, the dungeon, his house, and the shady characters lurking about all scream trouble. I mean, I was blindfolded during the entire helicopter ride from the dungeon to his place. I had no clue where we were. We could've been transported to the other side of the continent for all I knew.

"That's not something you need to know right now," he stated, rising from his seat.

"Are you heading somewhere?" I inquired as he made his way towards the exit.

He turned to glance at me, irritation evident in his voice. "And why are you still sitting there?"

I blinked, taken aback. "Wait...am I...going with you?"

"Do I need to shout it from the rooftops for you to figure that out?" he retorted, giving me a look as if I were stupid. I furrowed my brows at him before getting up from my seat.

"How am I supposed to know when you said nothing." I grumbled quietly. Reluctantly, I followed David outside, my mind racing with uncertainty. But just as I was about to step through the main exit, two burly men approached me, their presence intimidating. They swiftly blindfolded me, leaving me in the dark as they guided me to God knows where.

"Um, where are we headed?" I mustered the courage to ask, but David remained silent. The only thing that gave away his proximity was the strong, woody scent that lingered in the air around me. A shiver ran down my spine as a thought crossed my mind.

"You're not going to slaughter me and harvest my organ, are you?" I blurted out, a mix of fear and sarcasm in my voice.

"Don't give me ideas." David replied.

As soon as I stepped into the helicopter, the blindfold was swiftly removed from my eyes. Glancing around, I noticed that it was just David, the pilot, and Dane, who seemed to be David's right-hand man. The helicopter's engine roared to life, and David handed me a pair of headphones to drown out the noise. I couldn't help but steal glances out the window as we ascended higher into the sky. If someone had told me a few days ago that I'd be riding in a helicopter, I would've thought they were joking.

After a short flight, we landed at a building that left me questioning our purpose. It appeared to be a large hospital, but there was an eerie absence of staff as we entered. If it weren't for the well-maintained equipment and machines, I would've assumed it was abandoned. Nervousness crept over me as I wondered why David had brought me here. I wanted to ask him, but the fear of his response held me back. I didn't want to find out what awaited me.

Dane opened a small door, revealing an office where a middle-aged man in a white lab coat and round reading glasses awaited us. His appearance made it clear that he was a doctor. Confusion filled my mind as I questioned why I needed to see another doctor. The one at David's house had already tended to my wounds, so what was the purpose of this visit?

My heart was pounding in my chest as I tried to make sense of David's intentions. Was he planning to subject me to a sexually transmitted disease test and use me as his s*x slave, just like he did with that other lady? The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease.

As we entered the office, the doctor greeted us with a tremor in his voice. "Mr. Marchetti, I didn't expect you to come here personally." He said, his fear evident in his eyes as he glanced between David and me.

David's eyes narrowed, a menacing look crossing his face. "Is there a reason why you would think that? Do I need to inform you before coming here?" he asked, his tone laced with a chilling intensity.

"N-no, sir, not at all, sir," the doctor stammered, clearly shaken. He then turned his attention to me. "You must be Rihanna," he said, approaching cautiously. "I'm Dr. Allen—"

"Enough with the pleasantries. Get to the point. I didn't bring her here for introductions!" David snapped, causing the poor doctor to flinch.

"Right away, sir." The doctor nervously replied, hastily making his way to his desk. He pressed a button, and in a flash, two tall men dressed in scrubs entered the room, positioning themselves on either side of me. It suddenly dawned on me that I was the only woman in the room, surrounded by four men. Panic surged through me, intensifying my unease.

"What's happening?" I asked, my voice trembling. My eyes darted frantically between David, Dane, and the other men in the room. My heart pounded in my chest, and my pulse raced. "What's going on?" I shrieked, this time with a sense of desperation, as both men grabbed hold of my arms and began dragging me toward a hidden room in the office. "Let me go!" I screamed, struggling to break free from their iron grip. But my efforts were in vain.

"What do you plan to do with me, you bastard!" I yelled at David, my voice filled with anger, though he seemed unfazed by my outburst.

I fought with all my strength to escape their hold, but my attempts proved futile. I was lifted and forcefully slammed onto a long metal table, the impact knocking the air out of my stomach as it collided with the unforgiving surface.

"What psychotic thing are you planning to do to me, you son of a b***h!" I tried to rise from the table, only to realize that my legs and wrists had been chained to it. With my chest pressed flat against the hard surface, I could barely move my head.

My earlier suspicions had been correct. David had brought me to an organ harvester, and he intended to sell my organs to psychopathic individuals like himself.

"If you kill me, you'll never know peace again. Cause mark my words, my spirit will haunt you and your damn bloodline for eternity!" I hollered at the top of my lungs. My breath came in ragged gasps, my chest heaving against the unyielding table, fear coursing through every fiber of my being. Tears of terror welled up in my eyes.

I continued to fight against the chains that bound me, the table rattling beneath my relentless struggle.

"She's a feisty one." The doctor remarked. Before I could unleash another string of curses at him and the rest of them in the room, I felt a sharp prick at the back of my neck, and suddenly, everything faded into darkness.