His Mafia Queen

Chapter 2

Do you want to know what expensive is? Its when you stand in a room, with mirrors all around you, people taking measurements, have fabric in big rolls about every colour that looks good on you and sowes the peaces together.

Ugh those sowing machines are giving me a headache. The pounding headache even hurts my throat and ears.

Mrs. Phantom stays close with me, as if a body gaurd. She been like this since the fight a few weeks ago, when she killed Maggie and of course we can't forget my dad broke out of prison.

She looks over to me and must she look on my face. "Do you have all the measurements that you need?" She asks the manager.

"Yes miss and I'm sure you are still the same size?" The woman rackes her eyes over Mrs. Phantom, as if taking mental measurements with her eyes. Her eyes look like they stay on her breasts longer then needed.

Mrs. Phantom looks at the woman superar eye's, looking down her nose at the woman. The woman only a few inches short. But the look the woman given, she looks like she shrinks. "Of course I am the same size. Now please, free her from the fabric, we still have things to do."

15 minutes later

Mrs. Phantom and I leave the Boutique after I'm freed from the dress makers and dressed in my normal clothes. The dress makers were instructed to get the dresses done before tonight and drop them off at the mannor.

When we are outside I breath in the clean air. Or as clean as you can get in this city.

"So how are you feeling?" She asks as soon as we are in her car. Bullet proofed windows and tires. This car was a small, zippy tank on four wheels.

"Better," I tell her.

We haven't moved from our parked spot. She looks me over and I can tell the look in her eye's, she knows, what I won't tell Logan. Not yet. "How far along are you?" Her voice isn't of a mother protecting her family, from back lash scandal. Mrs. Phantom loves me like one of her own.

"Not that far. But you know, new technology can pick up about anything anymore." My voice soft.

"He doesn't know, does he. If he had, he would build a home underground to protect you from the danger we are facing. Or have a spaceship constructed."

Smiling faintly, we both know she right. "That's why I haven't told him. I've been planning on telling him after everything been dealt with."

"But what if something happens before then? What will you do then?"

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Gasping for air, my heart pounds against my chest painfully, as I push off the ground. My hands, clothes and every other exposed skin covered in dirt.

Looking around, I'm in a ceil. The same one I was put in, as soon as I got here.

Looking around I see a mettle tray with what looks like food and glass of water. A rat runs to the tray, grabs some food and runs away.

A door opens and then closes, followed by boots hitting the floor. A figure appears, looking down at me. His eye's cold and his face blank. "You look well." The man says.

"And you look alive, Griff. Didn't I kill you or somerhing?" He holds up his right, that's bandaged where I cut off three of his fingers. "Oh yeah, never mind."

He lowers his hand. "The old man says I can't touch you, because he wants to brake your spirit."

"So what are you doing here? Here to gloat, that he'll finally kill me after hurting me over again, just because I didn't follow his orders?"

He reaches into his jacket pocket and flings a yellow envelope there the bars. The envelope lands right in front of me, kicking up dirt that makes me cough. "Just supposed to show you these is all."

Opening the envelope, there pictures of Logan and everyone out in numbers searching for me.

One picture Logan actully looking at the camera, but I'm not sure if he knows it or not. "What's showing these supposed to do?" Carefully I put the pictures back in the envelope and rest it on my lap.

Gruff shrugs his shoulders. "We are just keeping an eye on them. For now. But I don't think you'll be, by your self for much longer."

As he turns to leave, I try to do quick math of how long I could be here. But there times I can't remember. "Gruff, before you leave. How long have I been here?"

He looks over his shoulder at me, one hand on the doorknob. "Two weeks."

Pov: Logan

I want to feel her in my arms. Taste her skin. Smell her hair. Feel her heart against mine.

My fist connect with the punching bag. The bag swings out, but move away when it comes back. I have to much energy swirling inside of me to stay focused! Racking my fingers threw my hair, I try and keep my mind in the room and not in the past.

The gym door opens and my siblings come in. They hardly come in here. If they do, its just to bother the people using the equipment. "What?"

"Mom sent us to tell you. That you have to come upstairs and eat dinner." My sister tells me.

"I'm not hungry."

They smile at one another. "We were hoping you were going to say that." My brother says.

"What are you to-" a blow dart hits me in the arm. Its affects me. Looking up at the dick wad that did it. I'm only able to get a few words out of my mouth. "Traderest, bastered." And then I'm down on the floor like a turn of brickes.

Xavier spins the blow dart stick between his fingers. "I got to lug your ass to the elevator and to the dining table. So that in its own, is pay back."

After that, darkness takes me.

Pov: Alley

Two weeks. How is that possible? Looking at the outside world from the small window, I try to recount everything that has happened. Why am I not as hungry as I should be, with so much lost time? Something on my arm catches my eye. Bruises litter the crease of my arm. Has him and his lackies been feeding me three an ive during my last time? An idea forms in my head, but the idea isn't the best. But when your between a rock and a hard place, you got to go with the idea that'll get you out.