Chained To The Mafia

Chapter 2: Double Life

Gabi's P.O.V

My mind is spinning. I don't even have the brain right now to process what the man said, all I'm focused on is my family. 

My dad and Ash are tied up onto chairs with ropes wrapped all around their chest, arms and legs. There's a gag placed in both their mouth and Ash has a black eye, whilst my dad looks pretty beaten up and is bleeding from his head. 

Ash looks s**t scared, and my dad looks like he wants to murder someone right now. 

I look to my right and see my mum being held back by a strong man who kind of looks like the human version of the hulk. Her lip is bust open and she's got a nasty cut in her cheek.

There are four other men in the room, not including the man speaking to me and they look like they're about to someone any second now.

"Why don't you come in darling? Take a seat. I know this is a lot to process right now." He asked in a pleasant tone, although I knew that it more of an order than a request. 

His accent was American. I think he's from New York, to be more specific. 

I quickly sat down, not wanting to upset the man holding a very scary looking gun, and he pulled up a chair and sat in front of me. 

"So, let's do introductions. I'm Damon." He held out his hand for me and I hesitantly shook it.

"Gabrielle." I whispered and his face lit up.

"What a pretty name for such a beautiful girl." He slowly stroked the side of my face and I cringed at his touch. 

My dad was shouting things but it all muffled and the man, Damon, grasped my face hard. He tightened his grip to point that I was almost crying in pain and turned to look at my dad.

"Talk, and she gets hurt." He pulled out a knife and held it against my cheek. I didn't dare move as I felt the cold blade on my cheek.

"Wouldn't want a repeat of what happened with your wife now would you?" He asked in a sinister tone. I can't believe he cut my mum. 

My blood starts to boil and I all I can think about is punching this man in the face right now.

"Or perhaps Marco should take her into the other room and... have some fun with her? I certainly would like a taste. She's very beautiful, but of course you already know that. You're  lucky bastard getting to hit that every night." Okay that's it. No-one speaks about my mother like that. 

I swung my fist and watched in satisfaction as it connected with Damon's cheek. 

Everyone looked shocked, especially Damon, and I knew that I must have done some sort of dance because my hand was throbbing with pain but I didn't care. He hurt my mum. 

He spat out some blood into the floor and then slowly turned around. He granted me with a horrible smirk that showed off his bloody teeth and then hit me. 

The force of the hit made my head fly back so fast that I though I got whiplash. 

"Nooooo!" My mum screamed and I could hear the muffled shouts of my dad and Ash. 

My ears were ringing but I somehow managed to lift my head up and look and him. I definitely knew that I was gonna have a nasty bruise in the morning, there was no doubt about that. 

I just hoped that bastard has one to match. 

"I like you but if you do something like that again I'm going to hurt you, and trust me you won't like it. Now where were we. So, I'm Damon. Damon Romano. I'm leader of a mafia gang living in New York and the grandson of one of the greatest Italian mafia bosses of all time, Luca Romano." Gang. Mafia. What the f**k is going on? 

"You see Gabi, I want something. Something that could give me a lot of power and make my mafia stronger. Unfortunately your father refuses to give me it, so I had to take it instead. I want you." Hold up. Me.

He wants me. Why? Or for what, is the scary question.

"Me. Why would you want me? I'm no-one. A nobody, and my dad has nothing to do with mafia or gangs so why would you want something from him?" He started to laugh wickedly and I could see the look of guilt in both my parent's eyes.

"She really has no idea does she. I can't wait to be the one to break the news to her."

"What? Break what news to me." I said in a rather angry tone because not knowing what was going on was starting to piss me off severely.

"You see Gabrielle, your father has been lying to you your whole life. Not just your father, your mother too and your brother. Your family isn't just any ordinary family. You're the heir to the most powerful gang in England. The Blood Tigers." Okay, definitely time to freak out. 

I would start laughing in his face but the look in my dad's eyes tells me all I need to know. He's not lying. 

"Now, my mafia gang might be powerful and strong but everything can be improved. I wanted your father to sell his gang to me, therefore I would have power in both England and America. My drug trades would run a lot smoother, I would have more contacts, more backup in case things go wrong. You see, it would just make my life a lot easier in general. However, you father said no. Apparently the gang has sentimental value to him, even though I offered him a hefty sum of money. That's when I saw your picture, sitting on his desk and the idea popped into my head. Merge the two gangs together through one simple thing. Marriage." f**k, I can already see where this is gonna go. 

"It would instantly create a bond between our gangs and be a much better proposition. Of course, your father denied though. He wasn't going to sell out his little girl. So, here we are. I told you, I get what I want. Now, go into your bedroom and pack your things like a good little girl." I looked at my dad in desperation but I knew he couldn't do anything. 

It was up to me to stop this, but could I? Little old me up against five armed men. 

All I knew was that I couldn't go with him. It would cost me my whole future, my freedom, my life. I wouldn't be able to become a fashion designer, or get married to the man of my dreams, or be happy. 

All that would be stripped away from me by this man. I tried to hold back my tears and be strong but one look at his face and all my courage disappeared. 

"Please, I'm begging you don't do this. I don't want to, I can't marry you. Can't you find someone else? I'm not even the heir of this... gang, I'm a student. I know nothing about this, please." All the men and Damon burst out into laughter and he bent down to my height. 

"Darling, I don't want you. Actually, that's a lie. I would like nothing more than to drag you into that bedroom and f**k you into oblivion, but I couldn't marry you. I'm forty, plus I'll be retiring soon so there's really no point. My son however would be a perfect match for you. He's the heir to my gang, just like you're the heir to your father's, and he's only twenty one. You're eighteen I believe, so you're similar age. Marrying my son will not only benefit me, it will also benefit your father. Did you know that if you refuse I'll have to take over his gang by force, and trust me no-one wants that. It's a lot of unnecessary bloodshed. So, be a good girl and accept. No-one has to get hurt." 

At leat I didn't have to marry him, but I would still have to marry a man I don't even know. He could be a murdering sociopath, or an abusive lunatic. I don't want to hurt my family. 

If anything happens to them because of me, I would never forgive myself.

"Okay I'm getting bored of this now." Damon said, rolling his eyes. He gave a nod to the man holding my mum and he pulled out a pocket knife and cut my mum on her arm. She winced in pain as blood trickled done her arm. 

I immediately stood up to help her but Damon grabbed my wrist to hold me back. The man puts the knife on my mum's throat and Damon moves my body so I'm facing him. 

"You've got a choice Gabrielle, and I don't give a lot of people choices so count yourself lucky. Choice one, you agree to marry my son and leave with me peacefully. Choice two, you refuse and I slit your mother's throat. Clocks ticking." He then spins me around and forced me to look at my mother who has tears streamed down her cheeks. 

Just the sight of a knife on her throat has my heart beating frantically and my tears break free. 

"10, 9, 8, 7," He whispers in my ear. I look at my mum and she mouths it's alright to me, before giving me a sad smile.

No, I can't let her die. I won't.

"3,2,". He continues to chant.

"No!" I scream out, startling Damon who takes a step back. I crying so hysterically at this point  that my vision was completely blurred.

"I'll do it. I'll marry your son."