Chapter Five

“Hi, it's so nice to finally meet you.”

“I'm Elena, this is my twin sister Jenna, the blonde douche is Miguel, freak in the glasses is Sabrina, José and Samuel are the two over there by the garden, Elena is the little eight year old and Mathias is somewhere around the house,” a girl around my age said immediately the door swung open.

“Uh-”

“Elena, don't do that. Where's Padre?” Luca asked without sparring any of us a look. The group of people parted to make way for him to walk into the building.

“He's in the basement. He said he had to do some garbage disposal.” The girl, Elena, replied without looking at him. 

Luca walked through the wide hallway before taking a turn that I had not noticed. 

The group of people ushered me into the house and into the living room that had my jaw dropping. 

The interior decorator of that place needed to be given an appreciation payment if we're being fair.

“Hi, I'm Nazlynn,” I managed to say between nervous breaths. 

“Hi Nazlynn,” about five voices echoed. 

“We're so excited to meet you, he's told you so much about you,” the other twin, Jenna said, giving me a reassuring smile. 

I almost raised a brow in question. How could someone who kidnapped me barely three days ago have told them so much about me?

The girls were talking nonstop, it was barely twenty minutes but all I wanted to do was press my fingers to my temple to stop the headache that was slowly forming.

Setting down the glass of water that was in my hand, I turned to the chatty twin, “I need to use the bathroom. Can you point me towards one I can use?” 

She gave me directions and I took off into the hallway, muttering an inaudible thanks. 

Luca's voice made me pause in my tracks. He was talking to an older man and it sounded like they were both speaking a mix of English and Italian. The conversation was so fast that I almost could not decipher the language. 

I pressed my body closer to the wall, straining my ears.

“Why don't you just kill the bloody bastard then? Who does he think he is? Messing around in our territory like that,” Luca said, sounding like he was going to punch the nearest surface.

The other man sighed, and started speaking in Italian again. It sounded like he was scolding Luca but trying to be calm about it.

Luca responded but his voice seemed distant now, like they had started walking further into the room. 

I felt a cold metal surface on my neck making me freeze. I was too scared to turn to see who it was. 

A green eyed man came into my line of sight, looking at my shaky form with narrowed eyes. “Give me one reason why I shouldn't slit your throat here and now.” 

“Please don't, I'm not here to hurt anybody, I came here with…”

Luca's voice cut me off. “Stop playing games, Mathias. Padre needs you to finish things up in the basement.” He was standing in front of me with a blank expression on his face. 

I'm literally at the mercy of a murderer that was holding a knife to my neck. 

I flew to the opposite wall immediately and the man released his grip on me. 

“You're such a bore, Luca,” he said, shaking his head like he was disappointed, before walking towards the direction Luca came from.

“Did you seriously just watch him try to kill me and think he was playing games? That man tried to kill me, he's a murderer!” I said, more astonished than anything.

Luca dragged his eyes to meet mine. “So am I!” My mouth hung open in shock.

I really needed that bathroom break now.

When I found my way back to the living room with the help of one of the maids in the house, all the previous faces had disappeared and it was just Luca, Mathias who tried to kill me and an older man.

“Nazlynn, come on in,” the older man gestured, giving me a genuine smile that I believed Luca was incapable of producing.

For the next ten minutes while the man spoke, I sat frozen in place with fear pumping through my veins.

Italian mafia lord! Dangerous people! Be careful! Respect your husband! Love and care for him! Give me the most beautiful grandchildren! 

Protect yourself at all times! Help him see the soft side to life but without losing sight of what's important! Family over everything!

Those were the phrases that stood out the most to me.

When he was done talking and I still didn't say anything, Luca excused himself, dragging me along with him until we were in an empty room.

“What is this?” I asked, my voice barely above whisper. “Why did you drag me into your sick lifestyle when you could have just left me to live my life? Why?” The first tear dropped, and then another. I hated myself for crying.

“Oh shut the fuck up! There was no life for you anymore, Nazlynn. You have been taken to the auction house and do you know what happens to people that get taken to that auction house?” He said, now standing so close to me that our noses were touching. 

“They get auctioned off. As servants, as sex workers, as sex toys, whatever the buyer pleases really. You should be on your knees thanking me that I got you for a wife.”

Taking a calculating step away from him, I slapped Luca…hard.