Mr.mafia doesn't scare me!

Thirty six

The smell of mint hit me
A cold breeze was blowing against my face and then my eyes flickered open

I sat up straight as I took in my surroundings
I was sat in the back of a car,
I checked and both doors were locked. It was also tainted windows.
In the front was the driver, a bald  man and the passenger, a much younger man with brown hair.
I immediately named them mr.young and mr.bald
"What the hell is going on!" I shouted
"Oh shit she's awake" mr young said
"No shit Sherlock, she should have been out longer" hissed mr bald
"Ugh excuse me?" I asked
"Listen love, just sit back and be quiet. You will be able to get out once we reach our destination" said mr bald
"And where would that be?" I asked
"I can't tell you that" replied mr bald
"Tell me now!" I demanded
"Let's just say it's a safe house. We can't tell you anymore besides we ain't in charge. You were supposed to be out longer then you were" stated mr young

"Was you the one that knocked my out in the park?" I questioned remembering that I swear I saw Leo.
What's wrong with me
He's dead

"Not exactly. We all have our parts. We are just the drivers for now" replied mr young
"Would you stop talking now. You never stop I swear" commanded mr bald to mr young
"Oh your so moody, it's Better to talkative than be like you. A bold grumpy old man" started mr young

I couldn't help but laugh at that
"Don't your dare speak to me that way, I will tell you mother" barked mr bald

"She's more of my father then you, seriously why dont you go be the stay at home mum instead" laughed my young

So mr young is mr balds son? Wow
Family business or what?
The rest of the ride was silent, I decided to watch out the window. I had no clue where we was but it was defiantly desolate.
I hadn't seen any building in miles.

We arrived at a big house, it looked really nice. Massive glass windows covered the walls, it had a nice garden with a massive water fountain.
"Who's is this?" I asked
"Again we can't tell you yet, your on a need to know basis" said mr young.
I huffed and waited until we past security. There's no getting outta here.

The door then opened and I immediately got out stretching my legs.
"Let me show you around" said a lady in her late thirties.
I nodded and followed her inside.
"This is the main room" she smiled.
It was all white with a oak wood theme. The large windows showed a lovely lake and a small hut was placed beside it.
I then followed her to the kitchen, white and black marble theme.
Then up the stairs.
"This is the master room, it's locked and you must not go in there, this is angels room and at the end there is your room" she smiled pointing at each door.
Master? Angel?
Who the heck are these people and why the heck am I here??
I opened the door and walked in.
Wow
It's even better then the room at dads house. It got a king size bed with light grey and baby blue blankets and pillows. It had a walk in cupboard and a it's own bathroom. It was really nice to say the least.
The owner has good taste.
I then walked into the Cupboard remembered that I didn't have any clothes only to see it staked up, wow.
They will all in my size even the shoes, how the hell did they know that!

1 week later!-----

It's been a week since I've been here, except for the  maid, my young and mr bald I haven't seen anyone. Oh and by the way mr. Young name is Andrew and mr bald name is Christian.

Every day has been the same, wake up have breakfast, watch tv, read a bit in the library, watch the lake sitting in the hut, have dinner, watch more tv and then go to my room for the rest of the night to do what ever I wanted. It was getting pretty boring.
Only today I was told that the 'master' was coming home.
I still had no clue who he was or what he wanted with me.
I sat down for dinner, he would be here any minute. I waited anxiously. Then I heard the door open and in walked....
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My brothers murderer
"Stefano? Your the master?" I asked annoyed
"Yes that would be me, sorry to leave you here a week by yourself. I had work" he apologised
"Oh believe me, a week wasn't long enough" I stated before sipping my drink. This would be a long meal.