What happened?

Mia's POV

"Ooohhh. Sexy ass," I think to myself as I watch Riccardo's ass from where I am hanging over his shoulder. I am angry as fuck, not only because my father sold me to the bloody Godfather but also because Riccardo treats me like I am his new possession. He is going to take me away from here! What about my studies and my job? What will happen to me when he is done with me and no longer wants me? Will he throw me away like an old used rug? Most probably, but the sooner it happens, the better for me, and I can return to my old life. 

"I can walk, you know," I say. 

"You talk too much," Riccardo answers, slapping me on my bum. 

"Ouch!" I scream, and then I sink my teeth into his sexy ass. Oh, I enjoyed that.

"Fuck! Are you crazy, woman?" Riccardo shouts, and he dumps me into the back seat of his car. I wonder where I got the courage to talk to Riccardo that way. I am shy, and I do not talk back to people after years of being bullied by my family and the other students at my all school and university. Yes, even the students that go to night class think they are better than me because I sometimes do not have time to change out of my waitress uniform before I go to class. 

"You smacked my bum, asshole! So I bit you. Get over it!" I say. 

The door slams close beside me, and Riccardo walks around the car and gets in on the other side. 

"To the airport," He orders the driver, and I can see the driver is having a hard time not laughing. 

"Wait! What about my life here? I am studying, and what about my job?" I ask.

"You can study in Houston and not have to work anymore. I look after my mistress," Riccardo says. He ignores me again and is busy on his phone. 

"You mistress! I do not have a say in this, do I?" I ask.

"Your father sold you to me, and I gave you his territory. I will look after you, and we need to go and buy you clothes when we get to Houston. I will give you money and pay for your services," Riccardo says.

"I am not a lady of the night! You do not have to pay me anything. It is your fault that I did not bring any clothes," I say. I am holding my old cellphone in my hand. It is all that I have left of my old life. What the hell happened? I was working, studying, and painting my little flat. One minute, the next, I am the Godfather of the Italian Mafia's mistress. My phone rings, and I see it is Amara. I sigh. What does she want? I answer, but Amara shouts at me before I can say anything. 

"Who do you think you are? You stole my man! He does not love you and will only use you as his mistress. He will marry me one day! I will make sure of it! You better pay us money every month so we can survive! Just because he made you the Donna of this territory does not mean it is your family or business," Amara shouts. I am not in the mood for her or the rest of my family, so I hang up. 

"Who was calling you? Your lover?" Riccardo asks. 

"I do not have lovers, and it is none of your bloody business who is calling me," I say. Riccardo grabs the phone out of my hand and looks at the caller's information. He keeps my phone in his hands, and I want to grab it back, but he holds it tight. 

"I will give you another phone with another number. I do not want your lovers to get a hold of you until I am done with you," Riccardo says.

"You are crazy. I told you I do not have lovers. So piss off," I say and try to grab my phone again. 

"A young lady should not talk like this," Riccardo says. 

"I am not a lady," I say.

"Fine, keep your phone, but if you lie to me, you will regret it," Riccardo says. I take my phone and start playing my game on it. I am so far in this game from laying awake at night and playing it since I was in school. It is only a stupid little cellphone game, but it always kept my mind busy and of my problems when I was having a hard time. I have written a cellphone game but do not have the resources to promote it. My father and mother laughed at me when I told them about it and asked for money to promote my product. Still, now that I am the owner of the Costa family and all their businesses, maybe I can promote my game, pay back my father's debt to Riccardo and buy back my freedom. I smile as I dream about it. 

"What are you smiling about?" Riccardo asks. 

"None of your business," I say.

"What part of you belongs to me until I am tired of you? Do you not understand?" Riccardo asks. 

"Every part! I am not for sale, and I do not care what my father has done or how much money he owes you. I am not going to let you intimidate me into becoming your lover," I say. 

"You are now the head of your family, so your father does not owe me the money he stole. You do," Riccardo says. 

"I have nothing to do with his debt! You can go fuck yourself," I say. 

"Honey, you better watch that mouth of yours, or I will have to give you a spanking," Riccardo says. I know he is capable of doing it, so I keep quiet. I put my cell phone down and look out the window. I know I am in deep trouble, and I wonder what I have done so wrong in my life to deserve the punishment I am getting. I have never been loved, and no one cares about me. I do not feel sorry for myself, but it is hard to stay positive when life keeps handing you lemons. I smile as I remember Rosa's words.

"Honey, if life gives you lemons, do not lay down. Get up, make lemonade and sell the shit out of it," She will always say. I will miss Rosa as she is my best and only friend. I wonder why Riccardo did not visit Rosa. From the sound of the conversation between Rosa and Mario, she loved Ricci, as she calls him. I frown, and I wonder if this man even has a heart. I remember another part of the conversation. Mario talked about Riccardo's father beating him up as a boy. I wonder if he ever went back and got revenge on his father. Oh, well, it is not my problem. I have enough to worry about. I need to get away from Riccardo as soon as possible. 

"Are you going to force me to have sex with you?" I ask. I look at Riccardo, who looks at me irritated. 

"I do not need to force myself on anyone," Riccardo says. 

"So if I do not want sex with you, you will not force me to sleep with you," I say. Riccardo looks at me as if I am crazy.

"Keep telling yourself you do not want me. I have not met a woman that did not want me yet," Riccardo says. 

"You are full of yourself. I do not want you, and I do not want to be your mistress," I say. Riccardo laughs softly. 

"Keep telling yourself that, honey," Riccardo says. I look at him and shake my head. Riccardo Marino is a asshole and he thinks no woman can resist him. I will not give in to him that easily. Yes, he is sexy with his dark hair, eyes, and hot body, but it does not mean I want to jump into his bed. 

"You will be surprised that some women do not think you are attractive. Your personality is the worst! It is like a contraceptive, and any woman that gets into bed with you is desperate to get a man, or they are after your money," I say. Riccardo looks at me as if he is looking at me for the first time. 

"What have you to offer a man? At least I have the money women want," Riccardo says sarcastically. 

"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit," I say.

"But the highest form of intelligence. If you want to quote Oscar Wilde,, you need to finish his quote," Riccardo remarks. 

"Oh, he has brains, just no heart," I say. 

"You do not know me, but as my mistress, your main role will be to keep other women away from me. I am tired of the women chasing me, and to be honest, I do not care if we sleep together or not," Riccardo says. I am relieved. 

"Great, I can play that role, but how will a mistress keep your other mistresses away from you?" I ask. 

"Hmm, you got a point. I will have to introduce you to everyone as my girlfriend. I will tell them that you are very jealous and do not like other women talking to me," Riccardo says. 

"As if! I feel nothing for you and I can careless if you sleep with fifty other women. I am also much younger than you, so why will I be jealous of you. You better think of another story to tell your girlfriends. I bet you want to get rid of those that are bothering you and want to use me to do it," I say. Before Riccardo can say anything we stop at the airport and the driver gets out to open my door. I get out and Riccardo takes me to the plane. 

"Get some stylists her. We need to turn this girl into a woman. She can not be seen with me wearing a waitress uniform," Riccardo says as he pushes me into his private jet. Wow, the plain is bigger than my little apartment. As we walk in Riccardo walks to the bar and hands me some wine. I look at the wine in his hand and turns away. 

"I do not drink," I say as I am looking for a quiet corner where I can sit in peace. Riccardo downs the wine and pours himself a whiskey. 

"You are to young to drink. Only women can drink," Riccardo says. 

"You are right I am to young and I have no desire to drink," I say. I sees there are magazines and I start looking through them. Ignoring Riccardo and his thugs. I look at the photos in the magazines and see one of Bria Parisi. She is one of American's top models and I am a fan of hers. She looks so beautiful. I wish I could look like her, but like Amara she is blond with blue eyes. I frown as I remember Mario telling Rosa that Bria left Ricci for another man. I know Bria is married to the famous rock star, Steven Moore. I wonder if Bria is his old flame. Then I remembered him calling Amara a blond blue-eyed slut. I am putting two and two together and I pretend to look at the magazine but makes sure he sees the pictures of Bria. I want to see his reaction. I see his eyes narrowing as he sees the magazine I am looking at. He grabs it from my hand and throws it into the bin. I do not want to get Mario or Rose in trouble so I pretend to be surprised by his action. 

"What did I do wrong now? Why are you throwing my magazine away? I was reading the article about Bria and her husband!" I say. 

"Forget about stupid models and concentrate on your studies. You are to short to be a model," Riccardo says.

"If I admire someone and look up to her, it does not mean I want to be her," I say. 

"There is nothing to admire. She is a gold digger and not a good example to any young woman," Riccardo says. 

"You know her?" I ask. 

"I used to. Stop asking about people I know. You will meet a lot of famous people while you are with me," Riccardo says. He goes to sit down in his chair and closes his eyes. I get the hind that he does not want to talk to me. I close my eyes and wait for whatever is next.