Chapter 2– his new little pet

  A MAFIA’S RIGHTEOUS PET 

CHAPTER 2

Grace 

Being dragged roughly by these strange mafia men, barefoot and scantily clad didn't feel much better than being stuck with Father.

This has to be the most horrible decision I've made in my entire twenty years.

“Can you be more gentle? I can walk on my own.” I said trying to catch my breath as two brute-looking fellows dragged me and gave no sign of having heard me talk.

Both were bald but one seemed taller and muscular while the other was rather fat and a few inches shorter.

I was hurled carelessly into the back seat of a black SUV like a sack of grain and my head was met with a slam against a hard object, making me wince in pain.

“owww!” I exclaimed.

The two men ignored me, whispering something to each other that my brain couldn't decipher at that moment.

My head throbbed even harder when I saw that the hard object that almost cracked my head open was another human’s head.

I gasped, seeing a young man, cuffed and downright covered in blood.

His bloody head drooped loose from his neck, making him appear rather lifeless.

After seeing what they were capable of, I sat still as the fat fellow latched cuffs around my wrist and ankle.

He pressed a white handkerchief on my nose and every muscle in my body slowly began to give up on me.

***

          The deep voices of two men conversing was what brought me out of a deep sleep and when I opened my eyes, I was in a dark and empty room, famished and shivering from cold.

How long has it been since the mafia men took me? Where was the young man that was covered in blood?

Subconsciously, I prayed for his safety.

   The door was swung open, causing light rays to flush into the room.

I recognized the stunning man in a red suit and I almost smiled, it was only in his eyes I had seen a glimmer of gentleness.

Stupid me! They were all mafias. Evil people who defied the commandments of God.

Beside him, stood a man dressed in a pair of white jeans and a white T-shirt. The devil is known for wearing all-white when he interrogates his criminals or when on a fight-to-death mission.

Vermont Cardoniss.

Why was he dressed in white? Did Father do some–

Good lord! I didn't even know what sort of debt I was paying.

     In the dim light, I could tell his eyes were resting on me, making me jittery.

“Giovanni?” He called out. “Did Martins hand this over?”

His voice was deep and coarse, low but hearable.

“I picked her.” The stunning man in red replied.

I took a mental note of his name, Giovanni.

Vermont crouched down to my height, drawing very close to me as though he wished to scan every hair on my body.

His eyes were a seductive, yet, intimidating mint gray, accompanied by rectangular thick brows. His well-chiseled jawline didn't go unnoticed by me.

Weren't evil men supposed to look ugly and monstrous? Why did it seem like God took no offense at his sinful ways?

His index finger raised my jaw opulently, and it was all it took for me to shudder. His fingers were as though they were coming straight from iced waters.

“What's your name, little one?”

Little one? I scoffed inwardly. I turned twenty years old four months ago.

“Why am I cuffed?” I asked, ignoring Vermont's question. “If I'm here to pay my Father’s debt, shouldn't we be calmly discussing ways I could make that possible?”

His cold finger left my jaw and he snickered. “What?”

I noticed Giovanni take some steps closer to us before saying;

“I'm sorry, boss. I couldn't brief her on it.”

Vermont nodded, his brows were now furrowed but his eyes were still piercing into mine.

“Do you not know who I am, Little one?” 

For heaven's sake, why did he refer to me as ‘little one’? To make me feel trapped and defenseless in his niche?

That was a lousy way to prove manliness and choosing to serve this man was a very ominous idea. He was just like Father.

I grew so edgy that I desperately wanted to tear away from his proximity.

“This should be the first and last time you make me repeat words–” he brushed the smear of hair away from my face. “Do you not know who I am, little one? He asked again.

Of course, I know who you are, you proud thing but I have zero plans to soothe your ego.

“I wouldn't care,” I responded blatantly. “If I'm the little one here, then why am I cuffed? Could it be that you're worried this little one may throw you off balance? That's incompetence, man”

I bit my tongue at how heavy the words were. I knew in reality that he was far from that but I could feign ignorance rather than let him step all over me because of my unworthy Father.

 Vermont's jaw clenched and when he spoke this time, it was with a provocative frown

“Listen. I am now your master and you would not question me. My words are your rules,” He said. “And you are in no position to be jumping around and running your silly mouth, litt–”

“I was merely asking a question. Why are you so tensed?” I cut Vermont off, still managing to hold his gaze.

I didn't want to be called ‘little’.

“Young lady, you do not question the boss or say things that are—”

Giovanni was still trying to keenly caution when Vermont sent me a resounding slap that echoed in my ears like a siren.

A gasp escaped my lips. I didn't see it coming and truthfully, it stung so bad.

I glared at him, not bothering to hide the contempt and disgust my eyes held.

“If you wish to live any longer, I bet you’d want to drop that look. Eyes down!” He commanded.

My blood was boiling and pride wouldn't allow me. Instead, I decided to look the other way but it was soon aborted as his large calloused hand wrapped my neck painfully, restricting the airflow in my lungs. 

“You're merely an additional pet and Unless you want a knife in your head, you do exactly as I say.”

I screeched and shrilled under him like a drunk pig, hopelessly fighting his hand with my cuffed ones.

“The earlier, the better.” He added, ignoring my protest. “Do you understand?”

My bladder was full and that was yet another lethal battle.

I nodded.

“Words, pet.”

Vermont truly was cruel and I was now his slave, nothing but a slave.

My throat burned but my heart burned the more.

I didn't speak, rather–I couldn't. I felt way too numb and lifeless too.

He sighed and then released me, stretching back to his height.

“Giovanni?”

“Yes, boss.”

“You've brought a pet that needs to be bridled,” He turned to face Giovanni who looked to the floor instantly.

“Keep her in the inner room.”

 “Inner room?!” Shock washed over Giovanni’s face. “But…boss, you–”

“It's an order, Gio. Get it prepared!”

Vermont commanded and strutted out.

When he was out of sight, Giovanni veered around to face me. With a sober voice, he said;

“You may not make it through the night.”