NEW HOME 2

TAYLOR MACKENZIE

The car ride felt like an eternity for me. I had controlled my bleeding nose and was quiet in the confined space. It wasn't a new thing as Jason and his mother locked me up on several occasions.

I felt the car halt to a stop. The truck was opened and the light hit my eyes that I squinted. "You're riding with us," was all I heard before I was dragged from the trunk and pushed into the backseat where Donovan sat.

He smiled on seeing me. "You look shitty," he threw a white handkerchief towards me. "Clean all those blood."

"What do you want from me?" I asked.

"I said, clean the fucking blood," he repeated.

"So what? Are you going to kill me?" I asked defiantly.

Suddenly, he grabbed my neck pushing me backwards and slamming my head against the car window. A shout escaped my lips before he slammed his strong palm against it, sealing both my nose.

"When I talk, you listen, you know why? Because you're my whore and I'mma fucking kill and dispose your carcass where not even the vultures will be able to find if you do otherwise."

I trembled, tears clouding my vision.

"I'm not Jason, you shouldn't mess with me. Incase you want to act funny, remember nobody cares about you. Behave, Taylor Mackenzie."

He released me and I muffled a cry, this was terrible, my life was terrible.

As the car kept moving, I sat trembling in the backseat. I was a lost cause, he was right, no one cared about me.

The streets passed by in a blur outside the tinted windows as I felt the ownership of my life slipping into another's hands, I felt my freedom fading away.

I faced Donovan, trembling as I spoke. "Please, let me go," I pleaded in a small, desperate voice, my eyes pleading for mercy. "Please..."

Donovan remained silent, his jaw clenched tightly as he stared straight ahead, ignoring my pleas.

My heart sank further with each passing minute of his cold indifference. I knew consistent talking would spell trouble for me but I had to say something, anything at all.

"Please, I haven't done anything wrong, to deserve such treatment" I sobbed, my hands clutching the edge of my seat as if holding onto the last shreds of my shattered world.

"I-"

"Enough!" Donovan's voice boomed suddenly, cutting through my cries like a whip. His sharp tone silenced me instantly, leaving only the hum of the car's engine.

"I said, don't mess with me!"

That was it all, I couldn't say another word, I remained quiet, slowly accepting my fate.

We finally arrived at the destination—a sprawling mansion that exuded an air of wealth and power.

My eyes widened in astonishment and dread as I stared at the building. My dad had showed me the building a certain time we went for a ride, he told me it belonged to his enemy and I should avoid the house with my life.

I looked at Donovan, it was him my father was referring to. His was the notorious mafia leader, Donovan Salvatore.

The car came to a stop and I got down together with Donovan. At this point, my fear for him just increased, he was a monster and Jason knew father didn't like him, that was why he sold me out to him. Donovan would always resent me, I was really done for.

I stood some distance from Donovan who spoke to one of the men who arrived with us. Once he was done, he approached me and grabbed my arm roughly. "Come!"

I followed.

Once we were inside the mansion, my senses were overwhelmed by the opulence of the whole place.

Suddenly, a short, lean woman with thick-framed glasses approached us, she glanced at me before heading to Donovan and whispering something to him.

Donovan raised a brow as a look of surprise took over his features. "That's amazing, tell them I'll meet them soon," he said.

The woman nodded and looked at me.

"Emy, meet Taylor Mackenzie, Taylor, the house nanny, Emy."

"Hi, Emy," I said although it sounded more like a whisper.

Emy faked a smile. "Hello, Taylor, I am the house manager and I cook Mr. Salvatore's meals. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask me."

"That won't be necessary as Taylor will be under you, she'll be a servant so it's your duty Emy to show her around. Please make something wonderful for dinner."

Emy faked a smile. "Come with me, Taylor."

I nodded and left with her, I didn't understand how I became a maid, I thought I was his sex toy. At least I had some relevance.

Emy stopped by a door and faced me. "The children of Mr. Donovan got back today and will be having dinner with him, you just need to behave yourself and everything will be fine."

I nodded. "I will." Even though I didn't know what she meant by 'behave' yourself.

"Good, this is your room. A dress is waiting for you, refresh and come out." With that, Emy walked away and I shut the door close.

I walked in and took a deep breath, checking the room out. I eventually headed to the bathroom.

I had a clean bath and dressed into the simple gown that laid on the bed.

On walking to the kitchen, I met Emy who immediately instructed me to blend some fruits. I started immediately, blending it accordingly.

After some minutes, we were both done and waited for instructions. I could hear muffled sounds coming from the dinning room but I knew better than to check it out.

I rubbed both my hands together, waiting for Emy who said she'd be back soon. I didn't know what my purpose in this mansion was, but I vowed to be careful and escape whenever. I needed my freedom, I wanted my life back. Dad was the only one nice to me, his brothers were mean, every other man around me were mean.

The door to the kitchen suddenly opened and Emy walked in. "Get a tray and start dishing," she instructed.

I stood up and pulled out a tray, carefully placing the food inside it. I followed her to the wide grand dining room of the mansion which was adorned with crystal chandeliers that cast a soft, golden glow over the opulent setting.

I gulped as I approached the table where three figures sat—Mr. Donovan, a girl I suppose to be his daughter, and a young man who was the first to look at me. However, his gaze was intense making me uneasy.

I suddenly became nervous as my hands trembled slightly. I couldn't slack, I couldn't get on Emy's bad side.

I carefully balanced the tray, but just as I reached the table, a sudden slip caused the entire tray to crash to the ground. The clatter echoed through the room, drawing sharp gazes from Mr. Donovan and his daughter.