I Am Not A p********e: Mafia Romance

Chapter 2

There was a car!

Oh my god, "h-help!" I screamed as I saw someone stepping out of the car.

It was a man, he frowned as he saw me running towards him.

"P-please!" I whimpered, "there are these m-men, and they're trying to-" I broke down sobbing as I ran over to him.

I ran behind him as he held my shoulders, "sweetie are you okay? What's going on? Are you hurt?"

Hot tears flooded down my face, as I pointed to the four figures that emerged from the darkness, "they're trying to t-take m-me."

He pushed me behind him as he looked at the men approaching.

"Fellas, can you please leave the girl al-"

Bang.

I felt something spray onto my face as the man in front of me fell to the floor.

I froze, oh my god. They killed him.

The shadowed men approached me, and the one that shot the guy slid his gun into his suit jacket.

The dead man’s blood was sprayed on me as I stood there, tears fell down my face as I stood in shock.

I was trembling, my eyes blurred as I took a timid step back.

Dread and hysteria burned through me as one of them stood in front of me.

They wore all black, their eyes shaded by tinted sunglasses, they stood expressionless.

"dorogusha, shhh. It's okay." One of them cooed to me.

I shook my head as he approached me, my body was trembling and shaking as I tried to take another step back.

He reached out and grabbed me, his hands gripping my wrist as I tried to pull away.

I tried to let out a scream, but he covered my mouth with a gloved hand.

He gripped me in a steel hold, and I let my hot tears fall freely.

I'm going to die.

The realization dawned through me as I struggled.

He turned me around, my back was pressed into him as he held me in place, his gloved hand still firm around my mouth. I felt his free hand tuck my hair behind my ear.

"Shhh, Princess, It'll be over soon..."

My eyes widened, but before I could process anything, a white cloth pressed into my nose and mouth.

I let out a muffled scream as I struggled, I let myself go limp, but instead of falling, I felt someone catch my body, and hold me as I thrashed. I held my breath, but I felt the chemicals from the cloth flooding my senses.

My legs kicked and I flailed my arms, but the second I inhaled, I felt myself slowing down.

The pain from the men’s grip on me slowed down and faded, the stinging from the cuts on my leg became numb.

My eyes began fluttering, but I fought to keep them open, the hot trail from my tears went cold. I felt my body go cold, the struggle I was putting up ceased, and as I took in one last shaking breath, numbness flooded through me, and my whole world went black.

CHAPTER 3

When a loss of sight is endured, other senses become enhanced.

Darkness.

All I saw, was the blackness that made me dread what was to come next.

I opened my eyes to find darkness, the haze that filled my eyes and mind burned.

I felt something covering my eyes and the realization dawned on me.

The men last night. They killed the guy that tried to help me, and they took me.

Anxiety rushed through my mind as I pulled on my wrists, something tightened on them, and I groaned.

I'm tied up.

I bit down on my trembling lips as I held back my tears.

Oh my god, they're going to kill me.

I froze when I heard voices.

There were multiple footsteps and I stayed perfectly still as they spoke.

"ona ustroila draku, glupaya suka . No ona stoit togo, chto ty yeye vide?" (She put up a fight, stupid b***h. But she's worth it, have you seen her?)

Me, they're talking about me. What do they mean 'worth it' ?

They're keeping me alive, but why?

They thought I was a p********e, they carry weapons, speak Russian, and aren't afraid to kill innocents.

The worst possible case flooded my mind. Human trafficking, the Russian Mafia.

I bit back a cry as I focused on listening.

"poluchit' yeye ochishchennym vverkh dlya auktsiona i postavit' yeye s drugimi" (get her cleaned up for the auction, and put her with the others)

Auction? Oh my god.

I let out an involuntary cry and froze as their talking ceased.

"Ona ne spit." (She's awake)

I felt someone walk over to me and whimpered as my blindfold was torn off.

I squinted as my eyes adjusted to the room, three men stood before me.

I sucked in a breath and pressed myself to the wall behind me.

They were massive men, their faces hidden in the shadows of the stone room.

"Sweetheart, what is your name?" The man closest to me asked as he kneeled before me.

I flinched at his accent, it was strong and Russian, his face was stern and pale.

This was, from what I assumed, the Russian Mafia. These men were dangerous no matter what they said.

They killed a man who was trying to help me.

I was a born Russian, I had only moved to America a few years ago, I was fluent in the language, and I knew more than others about the Mafia. They were ruthless and bloodthirsty.

They didn't know I spoke Russian, and if I could control my accent, I could continue to understand what they were saying without them knowing.

"Calla. My name is Calla." I said slowly.

The man in front of me nodded in approval, "and your last name?"

My last name was Levkin, and it was Russian.

If they decided to look my name up, they would see I was Russian, they would see my past, and think the worst.

I couldn't give my real name.

"Evans." I said, my body was trembling as I pressed myself closer to the wall and hoped they didn't see through my lie.

He hummed, "beautiful, little Calla, will you come with me?"

I looked past him at the men as they watched intently.

"Do I have a choice?" I was trying hard to push my accent down, and so far it was working, I sounded American.

A small amused smile passed his lips, "no. I suppose you don't."

His eyes didn't reach his smile, his eyes showed anger, rage, and blood.

He didn't wait for me to say anything, because in one small movement, I was up my hands still tied behind me, he gripped my arm in a bruising hold.

I bit down on my tongue as the ropes cut into my wrists.

"Can you untie me?" I spoke slowly, fearing that I mode divulge my accent if I spoke too quickly.

He looked at me, his eyes untrusting, "I don't know, from what I heard, you put up quite a chase. You're a fast little girl. You climbed a thirteen-foot iron gate, and got an innocent killed."

I bit my tongue from screaming at him. I did not get that man killed, I did not pull the gun.

"If you promise not to run, because I swear to you little one, if you run, you will be punished. We don't need damaged goods." His demonic eyes warned me.

I nodded slowly.

Damaged goods?

My lower lip trembled but I said nothing.

He pulled a blade from his jacket pocket, and cut the rope.

My arms ached as I rubbed them, dark bruises surrounded my wrists.

He grabbed my arm, and pulled me with him as he dragged me out of the room.

"You need to get cleaned up" he said as he yanked me down a dim hall "you have another man’s blood on you. "

We stopped outside a metal door and he pushed me inside.

It was a bathroom, poorly lit with grey tiled floors.

"Strip." He muttered gruffly.

I froze, my eyes went wide and my blood went cold.

"Wha-"

"You need to shower, you smell like blood. Get in the f*****g shower."

I looked into the shower stall, there wasn't a curtain.

"There's no curtain..."

His arms were crossed as he leaned against the door, his eye brow c****d.

"What are you? A f*****g princess? Sorry to tell you, but if you're not comfortable with getting naked in front of me, you're in for a hell of a ride."

He found this funny. I had never been sexually intimidate with anyone before, sure, there were guys that liked me, and wanted those things, but it wasn't my scene.

Sure, I was confident with my body, but not so much that I was fine with getting naked and showering in front of a total stranger. Not to mention, this stranger was a murderer, r****t, thief, and in the Mafia.

"You have about three seconds to strip, or I will do it myself, and trust me, you don't want that."

My lip trembled as I shrugged out of my dress, the material fell into a bloody pile at my feet, and I was left in a bra and lacy underwear.

His evil eyes took me in, he looked me up and down, he made no attempt to hide the sudden bulge in his pants as he nodded for me to take off the rest.

Tears welled in my eyes as I unhooked my bra, and slid off my underwear.

I folded my arms in front of me and blinked away the hot tears as I stepped into the cold stall.

I turned on the water and flinched as the cold water sprayed my face.

His bulge only grew, and I felt my tears mixing in with the water as he stared at me.

I turned my back to him and trembled, my hands shook as I washed the blood out of my hair, the red mixed in with the water as I scrubbed.

The cold numbed my body as I silently cried.

Suddenly the water turned off and I was pulled out of the shower, my head slammed against the tile and my vision blurred.

He held me against the wall, the bulge in his pants was pressed against me, he stood so close to me I felt his breath on my neck.

He lifted me completely off the ground, his strength was frightening.

He roughly grabbed my throat, "I could f**k you right here, suka. No one needs to know."

I coughed and sobbed as he pressed himself harder against me.

No, please no.

Fresh tears streamed down my face.

"Virgin" I coughed "I-I'm a virgin." I hoped that would mean something. I know that girls go for more if they're a virgin, although I don't want to be sold at all, I would do anything to prevent the situation that was about to unfold.

His lust-filled glare faded, and he let go of my throat.

He pushed off of me and I fell to the floor, I sucked in a breath as I coughed. My eyes watered as I struggled for oxygen.

He threw a stringy white robe at me, "get changed, now. Do it fast, or I'll drag you out of here naked."

He gave my body another glance as I slipped into the over sized robe and tied the string around me.

The second I was finished, he grabbed me and yanked me out of the room, my heart was still racing as he led me down another hall.

"W-where are we going?" I asked, I pushed my accent down through the panic.

"Shut the f**k up." He growled as he shoved me into another room.

I stumbled into the room. It was a small space, with racks of clothes, and a mirror stand that was filled with makeup.