A Mafia Man's Chains

~ Part 2 ~

Nothing much had happened in the past few days, same old same old.

I pulled the bakery door shut and locked up double checking it was locked before beginning to walk through the dark roads and streets. The moon shone bright in the sky as the starts twinkled above. What could go wrong? It was a peaceful night in the city that never sleeps.

I continued my walk to the complex I live in, I walked past and alley way and heard yelling and screaming, what was happening? Should I check? Just a quick glance.. quick glance. I moved my head down the dark alley, two men stood, one pressed up against a wall by the other guy who held a gun too the poor man's head. Before I could do anything..

Bang.

The body fell to the ground. I could almost feel the blood draining from my face. Shit. Should I Run? Try and help the man? I knew I'd witness violence in New York when I moved here but never thought I'd have to choose between someone's life or potentially mine.

I went to run away when the man's head darted up the alley way looking directly at me. Fuck! Without even thinking about it I began running down the road, I heard the man yelling in a foreign language

"Bruno! conseguir a la chica!"

Shit! I don't know spanish! La Chica? Chicago? No! Chica? Chick? GIRL! "Bruno! Something girl?" Before I has time to do anything else I was being pulled down to the ground by a masculine, buff, man. I froze from fear.

I watch all these crime shows you'd think I'd know what to do! Uhm..

My brain had frozen. I felt the man dragging me by the hair. I then processed. I was being kidnapped. I started squirming and yelling before I was thrown in a van and the doors slammed shut.

I jumped up and began banging on the door, "Help!!! Let me out!!! Help me!!!" I screamed. The van must've been going fast because off all the sudden turns. I soon enough passed out on the floor of the van from stress.

It happens often to me, if I get stressed or overwhelmed I faint. Not good for situations like these Let me tell you that.

I woke up to a light being shone in my face. The man who had shot the other person was standing right infront of me almost examining me. "Boss will be here soon. He decides if you live or die." He spoke with a Spanish accent.

My eyes filled with tears, "No! Please! Please! I'm begging you! Please! I'll do anything! I won't tell anyone what I've seen! I swear on my grandma's life!" I yelled and pleaded. I wasn't ready to die. Not yet. I had so much too look forward too in life.

I didn't wanna go.. "Please.. I have a little brother he's 11! Please!" I begged as if my life depended on it. Which it did. Suddenly the door slammed open.

I closed my eyes in fear. This was when I'd die. All I heard was low grumbles and tuts. Should I open my eyes? Just do it Grace.

My eyes slowly opened once again and there I saw him. The man from the bakery the other day! The one I gave the Blt too! He glanced at me making me look away straight away. Was he the boss?

Suddenly he began walking over to me with a knife in hand. Great. I'll be stabbed to death. I closed my eyes getting ready for it but I never felt anything. When I opened my eyes he was cutting the rope off my legs and arms. What?

"Listen up. I'm going to let you live. Pass on the kindness and shit whatever you said the other day. But I've got rules. You saw one if my men kill. You can go off blabbering so your going to work for me. You'll work in my house. You don't leave. Don't make contact with anyone without asking first. Dont talk to me unless I speak to you first. And never disturb me! Understood?!" He barked at me

I shaked my head, grateful that he let me live. Before I could do anything I was being stood up by the man. He dragged me by my arm out the.. warehouse?

He shoved ne in a car and got in with me. "Take us home." He snapped at the driver. what was going on?

"You have two options as a job. You can either cook or be one of my sluts. Yah know someone ill use if im- Yeah I know." I interrupted him making him raise an eye brow. Oh god. He looked out the window. "I need your answer by the time we're home." The man informed me.

What even was his name? I just knew him as the Blt guy. "Uhm.. what should I call you?.." I almost whispered I was so quiet.

He rolled his eyes. "If your going to be a cook, you call me sir. If your gonna be my slut you can call me Daniel. That's my name." He beckoned slightly frightening me.

_____________

We pulled up too a large house with at least 6 story's. The drive alone was larger then one floor if my apartment complex. He glared at me. "What job?!" Daniel grumbled. I knew what I was going to do. "Uhm cook.. sir.." he nodded at my response and git out the car.

I follow him right? I slowly got out the car and awkwardly followed him.