Chained To The Mafia

Chapter 3: New York City

Gabi's P.O.V

"Good girl. See I knew you would come around, and no-one had to die. Brilliant. Go pack your things and then we will leave." He let go of me and turned around to walk away. 

"Wait," I called out. He waited a second, before slowly turning around. I could tell that his patience was running out but I didn't care. 

"Let my mum go. She's done nothing wrong and I've agreed so," He thought about it for a second and then gave a nod to the man holding her. As soon as he let her go, she ran over to me and wrapped me into a tight hug. 

"Baby, are you alright? I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." She kept repeating whilst we both clung onto each other and cried. 

"Okay, quickly I don't have all day." Damon barked at us and I quickly gave her a peck on the cheek, before running into my room and slamming the door.

"Ten minutes!" I heard Damon shout and I slid down against my door and buried my head into my hands. 

God, everything is so f****d up now. I mean, what do I even take? 

I pulled out my Louis Vuitton suitcase from under my bed and then carried it into my wardrobe. I doubt my future husband is going to build me a custom designed walk in wardrobe. 

Oh s**t! I just realised that I'm going to have to sleep with him. Next to him. What if he expects me to have s*x with? No way am I losing my virginity to a man I barely know.

I better pack conservative clothes then so he doesn't get any ideas. Do I even own any conservative clothes is the real question?

I slid the doors to my wardrobe aside and pulled out all the jumpers I own. I threw them in and then got out my pants and leggings. 

Most of my jumpers are cropped and my pants are basically skinny jeans that hug every curve. Even my leggings are kinda see through. 

What if he wants me to wear skirts and dresses? Wait, why would I dress how he wants anyway? You know what screw this. 

It's the twentieth century, I'm gonna wear what I usually would which means skirts, and tight fitted outfits. I put my jumpers back, only leaving in a couple of my favourites, and then pulled out a few of the pants I chucked in and put them back too. 

I walk over to the other cupboard and pull out my favourite black leather skater skirt, alongside a couple other of my favourites. I remember that I haven't even out any pyjamas in so I grab as many pair as I can and just throw  them in.

"Five minutes." He calls out and I quickly rush into my bathroom. 

I grab a toiletries bag and throw in the essentials, toothbrush and toothpaste, face wipes, moisturiser, cleanser and pads. Then I run back into my closet and throw in a pair of trainers, my favourite heels, my ankle boots, some sandals, and a pair of flats. 

What? I'm a shoe girl? 

I know I can't take all my bags so I just put in two and then drag my suitcase into my room and put in my make up and hair essentials. 

I do  quick scan of my room to see if there's anything I missed and I notice that I forget to put in my fluffy slippers. I run over to grab them, when I notice the picture sitting in my nightstand. 

It's a picture of me, Ash, my mum and dad at Disney World two years ago. 

I complained the entire trip there, thinking that I was too old to go to Disney World with my parents but once I stepped foot into the magic kingdom and saw how hot the princes were, my entire outlook changed. 

It was one of the best trips of my life with my family. It was probably the last trip with my family as well. 

I grab the slippers and the picture and somehow manage to squeeze them in. I flip over the lid to the suitcase and then sit on it to try and close the zipper.

"Time's up. Let's go." Damon screams. I sigh and then pick up my suitcase. I open my door and jump back slightly when I notice Damon standing right in front of me with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. 

"Marco." The large man behind him steps forward and grabs my suitcase. Damon gestures for me to walk in front of him and when I reach the living room I feel all eyes on me. 

My mum is still sitting in the couch, bawling her eyes out and Ash and my dad are both still tied up. 

"Let's go." He says to his men and they all start to walk out.

"Wait. Can I say goodbye? Please." He deliberated for a bit, before nodding. 

"Be quick." He said and he moved to lean against the doorway. I quickly ran over to my mum and brought her in for a tight hug. 

There's no other feeling better feeling than being in your mother's arms. It makes you feel safe and protected, which is exactly what I need right now. 

"I'm sorry baby. I'm so sorry." She kept muttering.

"It's okay. I forgive you." I'm not going to lie, I'm a little pissed that they lied to me for so long but I love my mum more than anything in the world, and life's too short to keep grudges. 

Plus I don't even know when the next time we'll see each other will be, if there even is a next time. 

I broke the hug and then walked over to Ash and my dad who were still gagged and tied to chairs. I looked at Damon and gestured to their gags. 

He sighed and then gave me a small nod which made a smile break out on my face. I quickly pulled their gags off and then wrapped my arms sprints both of them, the best I could. 

"Princess, I'm so sorry. I didn't want this for you and I promise that I'll find a way to get you back." My dad said and then Damon started to walk forward.

"Oh no, you won't. I was going to make you sign it in the plane but we might as well do it here so your father doesn't try to do anything stupid." He gave me a document, well more like a contract, and a pen. 

My eyes quickly scanned over it and it basically said that if I refused to marry his son later on or someone tried to stop me from marrying his son, then my dad's gang would be given to Damon. 

"Sign it." He demanded and I quickly scribbled my signature on the dotted line. 

"There, now if you want to keep your gang Caleb, then I suggest you let your daughter marry my son in peace. We're going, oh and I look forward to working with you in the future." Damon said, as he snatched away the palate from my and began to walk away. 

I quickly gave both Ash and my dad and kiss on the cheek and then followed after him. 

He opened the back door to a huge black Range Rover and I climbed in. He got in after me, and I made sure to scoot as close as I can to the door. 

Thankfully he sat on the other side and stayed there. I don't know how I would react if he sat next to me. The fact that I'm alone and away from my family is starting to dawn on me. 

"We're going back to New York tonight." He said gruffly and a couple of tears escaped. I was leaving London. My home. 

I've never been to New York before but from what I know it's big, scary and loud. I'm going to be stuck with a fiancé I barely know, the mafia and all in a strange city.

Suddenly the car comes to a holt and Damon starts climb out of the car. I quickly open the door and then run around to the other side. I stop in my steps when I see a huge airplane sitting right in front of me. 

"Come on," He tries to shout over all the noise but I can barely hear him. Marco gets my suitcase out from the back and carries it up the stairs. I walk behind him carefully, making sure I don't miss a step and then take one of the three leather seats on the left hand side. 

Damon takes a seat opposite me and pulls out his phone and starts texting. Marco and the rest of the men all walk to the front of the plane and lock themselves in the cockpit. 

Oh s**t! They're not going to fly the plane are they. 

Suddenly, loud noises glare out signalling that the plane is about to take off and I quickly buckle my seat belt. The plane slowly starts to move and I just close my eyes and pray that we don't all die in a plane crash, although that would get me out of this situation. 

Soon enough, we're flying smoothly and I just sit there bored. I tired to sleep but every time I closed my eyes, the sad and pained looks on my parent's faces comes to mind. 

I sigh and then unbuckle my seatbelt. Damon gives me a look and I point to the bathroom. He nods and then goes back to texting. 

What a jerk! I can't even go to the bathroom without permission. 

I quickly lock the door and then look at my appearance in the mirror. 

My hair is everywhere, tears are streamed down my cheeks, my eyes are red and puffy and my cheek was swollen from the hit I took earlier. All together I look like a complete mess.

I wash my face and then grab one of the folded towels on my right to dry it. I try and comb my hair out with fingers, but that doesn't really work so I take out my bobble and then tie my hair up into a messy ponytail. I can't really do much about my cheek, since all my make up is in my suitcase, so I just leave it. 

I walk back out and then sit in my seat. I look around the plane to see if I can find anything interesting but nothing, nada. Not a tv, or a book, or even a magazine. 

I look over at Damon to see that he is still texting on his phone. He must have been on it for... like four hours now.

"Can you talk to me? I'm bored." I was expecting no reply or some rude answer but instead he sighed and then out his phone down.

"About what?" He said, in a rather pleasant tone. 

"Oh um, tell me about your son." I figured that I might as well take this time to know some things about my fiancé.

"Well, his full name is Ryder Luca Romano. He's 21, as I said before, and he's the heir to my mafia gang." Ryder. I'm not going to lie that does sound like a pretty hot name. 

"What else?" I asked and he looked at me in confusion. 

"What does he look like? What sort of things does he like? What kind of person is he?" Damon sat there and thought about it for a minute. 

"He's tall and he looks like a younger version of me I guess. He likes killing people and going to the gym." Wow. Tall, young, murderer, works out. What every girl dreams off.

"What else? Surely there has to be something more." 

"He um... he likes... no not that.....um....look it's getting late now. Go to sleep." He snapped and then went back to texting on his phone. 

I'm guessing that he doesn't have the best relationship with his son. 

I grabbed the pillow next to me and placed it under my head. I put up my rest so I was taking up two chairs and then closed my eyes. It wasn't long before I started to doze off. 

"Gabrielle. Wake up." I heard a man whispering whilst shaking me. 

"Five more minutes dad please." I groaned and then rolled over but instead of rolling onto my soft bed, I rolled onto the floor. I yelped as my body hit the floor. 

"Get up. Now!" Damon demanded and the look in his told me that this was not the time to piss him off. I scrambled to get up and he started to walk away. I grabbed my jacket and then quickly ran after him.

I stopped at the top of the airplane stairs to take in the view. 

Wow! New York City looks beautiful. It was night so the lights lit up New York. It truly was magical. 

"Are you going to get in the car or stand there all day?" Damon said in an annoyed tone. I rolled my eyes and then ran over to the car. It looks exactly the same as the last one, identical even. 

The journey was fast as the driver took country roads to avoid the traffic and we arrived in under fifteen minutes. I rolled down my window to look at the huge house, or mansion, we were driving too. 

The car came to a halt and a man dressed in a tux with an earpiece in opened my door. I slowly climbed out, never once taking my eyes off the house. 

It was beautiful. There had to be at least fifteen rooms and there was a huge fountain in the drive way. The letter R was on the huge oak door in gold and there were pillars on with side as well. 

Everything about the house was perfect. Even the bricks were all perfectly straight. 

The door was unlocked and Damon walked in with me right behind him. Marco was still carrying my bag and he took it up the huge set of marble stairs. There was a chandelier hanging over my head and everything looked so clean and white. 

"Ryder. Come down now!" Damon shouted and my breathe hitched in my throat. This was it. I was about to meet my future husband, and I'm scared as hell.