King

01

I was running for my life barefooted and wet in grey sleeping shorts with a matching short grey tank top. I was wet from running in the rain and the pool at my house.. Don't ask. I was pretty sure I was going to catch a cold but that was the least of my worries. I tripped over my own damn paced. I didn't even have time to catch my breath before A guard yelled "Get her!" And all five men came and practically tackled me when I was already on the ground. 

"Get the fuck off of me!" I yelled. It was literally no use since one of the guards told me to shut the hell up as he tried to pick me up but I kicked him in his manhood. Not soon after another man came and punched me straight in the jaw knocking me out. 

2 hours later:

My eyes shot open; I winced when I tried moving my wrist around, I was tied up? I flicked my tongue around my mouth feeling a cooper taste from, what I'm guessing, when that guard knocked my lights out.

"Ay sleeping beauty is awake boss!" Some guy yelled at the door. I lowered my head, staring straight at the floor. I felt wet and dirty, like a fucking dog. I straighten myself up slightly once I hear the door creak open. 

"I see you already know why you're here there should be no problem with you following the rules here. You'll be working around the house as the other girls doing anything anyone tells you to do as in, cook, clean, and receive things. Simple enough for you?" A man, a very tall and handsome one at that, said as if he'd said it a thousand times before. He hovered over me, watching me carefully. 

"Go to hell." I spat as he starred at me with a blank look on his face. A few men behind him cackled.

"Oh, I'm already in hell, Love." He winked turning away from me. Ugh I wanted to jump on that right here and now. I rolled my eyes at myself and pushed those thoughts FAR in the back of my head. No way I was going to think of someone like that when he's just pretty much kidnapped me out of the safety of my home.

"Marie!" The mysterious man called out. A woman came in through the doors soon after he called her and said something to her I couldn't hear. She had dirty blond hair that pasted her shoulders a bit, and big brown eyes, like a doll's eyes almost. She looked around 5'5 and my age.

 She then walked over to me and looked at the ropes around my arms and ankles. On that note, I couldn't feel neither of them. She rolled her eyes and turned to the guards. 

"How the hell do you expect me to show her around if she's in restraints?" She asked with a bit of attitude, one hand on her hip patiently waiting for me to be released. A guard came soon after with a knife and cut off the ropes. I winced in pain, but I didn't even try to grab my wrist because I knew they were raw from the ropes. It would only hurt more, I thought to myself.

"My name's Marie, what's yours?" The girl seemed to be the only one so far who didn't look at me with disgust, her brown eyes scanned mine quickly before offering me her hand.

"It's Jules." She nodded.

"Well then Jules, I'm supposed to show you around so let's lot waste any time." And with that she started walking but I didn't follow. She must've noticed and turned back around. 

"What's the matter?" She looked at how uncomfortable I was in wearing the clothes I had on. Water was still dripping lightly from my clothes and hair. My shorts hung low around my waist and my tank top was loose on my shoulders while my dark red locs clung to my face for dear life. I coughed lightly, rubbing the back of my hand over my mouth. Blood. 

She walked over to me and grabbed my hand softly.

"Come on, nobody cares what you have on. most of the girls that walk in and out of here wear practically nothing. But if you still feel uncomfortable, we can go to your room and change before I start the 'Amazing Marie Tour 2.0'." I looked at her with a puzzled face wondering why it was 2.0. 

"It's because a while ago I got banned from showing the new girls around but now, I'm back!" She exclaimed answering my silent thoughts. "Now let's go so we can get you cleaned up while we're at it." 

Still holding onto my hand, we walked out of the storage closet to see the mystery man from earlier talking to someone. He looked at me with a blank stare making me feel extremely uneasy, so I quickly followed Marie up the stairs. I knew my ass was hanging out the shorts, but I didn't care I was in the comfort of my room and I was supposed to be just going to bed. 

We stopped in front of a door in the middle of the hall upstairs. Marie opened the door to a bed in the middle of the room and a dresser in front of the bed against the wall. There was a bathroom that connected with the room that I seen from afar. Then there were two lamps sitting on top of nightstands on each side of the bed. 

"Well this is your room, I'll wait out here for you to get ready." She said stepping out the room. I walked around the room slowly then finally walked back to the dresser. I grabbed some blue jeans and a black long sleeved v- neck with some undergarments. I walked to the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I quickly changed and brushed out my hair.

God, I looked like a bloody wreck. 

My hair was matted, and my face looked like someone drained the color from it. My wrists ached from any simple movement. I scoffed at myself, why'd they tie me so tight?

 I took this short moment I had to myself to think. Was this going to be my life forever? How was I even holding it together? I've always had tough skin and bottled up most of my worries and thoughts. It hadn't even crossed my mind I would never leave. I would never see my friends again. Would I even be able to graduate? 

There was a knock.

"Jules, I've left some bandage wraps at the door for your wrists. I would've done it for you but, I thought you'd might like to be alone for a bit longer." Marie spoke softly outside the door. A few moments later I stepped out the washroom, picked up the bandage wraps, and sat down on the toilet to wrap my wrist. 

"See now you don't look like you were running for you life." She said with a small smile.

"But I was running for my life." 

"I suppose you're right, well moving on-" She grabbed my hand again. 

"So up here are all the bedrooms and mine is right next to yours if you need anything." She then pulled me downstairs and this time I didn't see the mystery guy. 

"Down here is the big dinner with a stage for special occasions and the kitchen behind the doors where the maids are working. Everything else I have no idea about, seeing I haven't seen much but that is for the Amazing Marie Tour! Any questions?" She said grinning widely. 

"How old are you?" I asked her. 

"I just turned 19, what about you?" 

"I'm turning 18 in 4 months."

"Hmm. Okay then, Julio will call you to his office soon just go to your room and--" 

"The guy from earlier name's Julio?" I asked.

"Yes, it is but don't call him that. everyone calls him Mr. Rossi, I call him by his first name because he's, my cousin." She explained.

"Oh ok then I'll see you later then." I say headed to my room. Once I'm in I close the door behind me and plop on my bed. All of a sudden, I felt extremely overwhelmed with emotions. I realized I never had time to cry since I was literally on the run but that doesn't give me a reason to start now. I huffed and walked around the room a few times feeling bored as hell. Just then Marie walked in the door. 

"Julio wants to see you." She said waiting for me at the door. I got up with a roll of my eyes, reluctantly following Marie out my room.

A

: This is the second book I've written, and I have no idea what I'm doing since I've never wrote about the Mafia before so let me know how I did. Also vote and comment please, would be very appreciated =).

-A.