Captured By The Mafia

Chapter Five: Proposition

I just glare at him and wait for him to take me to the Vincent guy. He just grabs me by the forearm without saying nothing and takes me away. I don't say nothing, I just glare at the hallway as we walk. As we passed by a window I see that the sun is already high up in the sky. I guess it wasn't so early. I also noticed that we weren't in the first floor.

We stopped by a door that said Vincent in carved letters. Christian knocks on it and waits for an answer. The door opens revealing blondie, the maid, looking flushed and sweaty. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what had happened before we came, I cringe in disgust and scrunch up my nose. I look at her and see that she doesn't have a scowl on her face, oh good it wasn't actually permanent. As she faces me the scowl returns -I guess I spoke to soon. She passes by us, pulls down her maid dress and walks out as if she owns the place.

'What a bitch' I think to myself.

I look at Vincent which he looked back with a blank expression. Christian nods his head before leaving me alone with him. Traitor.

I stand there awkwardly waiting for him to tell me to sit down, he doesn't. I shift myself from one leg to the other just looking around. Still nothing. My eyes land on him waiting for him to speak. He can I'm uncomfortable, but he pays no mind. If anything he seems relaxed. Asshole.

I eye the chair wanting to sit, but didn't dare to since he didn't say so. How long does it take for him to say something, he did call me in here in the first place.

After what seemed like forever he finally talked "I have a proposition". My head snaps towards him, a proposition? I looked at him confused, what can he possibly want.

When he noticed I didn't say anything he continued "You have three options. One, you can work here doing whatever I say, but if you try to escape or betray me in anyway, you will die. Two, I own a few clubs around the area, you can work there doing what they say, if any complaints you will come back here and deal with the consequences. Or three, I can just take care of business right now".

I look at him in shock. No words formed, I just looked at him as if he had grown two heads. This is absurd! What makes him think I want to stay here and work for him or at a club where I'll be probably dancing on a pole in my birthday suit.

He looked irritated waiting for me to answer "well" he clenched his jaw.

"I don't know" I look at him straight in the eye. His eyes turn cold piercing through mine. I felt the urge to look down, but my stubbornness wouldn't let me. He stood up from his chair with his fists balled up on his sides. His stare burning holes into my eyes, I finally looked away when I couldn't handle it.

"My patience is something you shouldn't be testing, make up your mind or I'll choose for you and I can promise you wont like it" his tone brings cold shivers down my spine.

I look down, defeated, my voice barely audible "I'll work here". I hate feeling weak, but his voice holds power and even if I try to fight against it, I know I'll end up losing. Something about him would make anyone want to cower back and hide.

"Good" he turns his back to me looking outside the window "Someone will show you to your new room. By seven in the moring you should be already in the kitchen helping the others. They will be telling you what you have to do" he faces me again. "You do as you are told, I don't want to hear any complaints. Am I clear".

"Yes" I nod my head. That will be hard, I don't like being told what to do.

"Someone is waiting for you outside, go" I turn around and head towards the door. Just like he said someone was there. I look at him and see a scar on his neck, I quickly shift my eyes away and study the rest of him. He is tall with thick black hair and muscles that bulge out through his tight shirt. He doesn't acknowledge me, instead he just starts walking and I follow silently behind him trying to keep up with his pace.

He leads me to a door, but he still doesn't say anthing. He just opens it up and leaves. I look at his retreating figure until he turns and I can no longer see him. I shake my head and walk through the door. The room is big, bigger than any room I have had. A queen size bed is in the middle with a white plush comforter. A large window that is covered by blue curtains, an oak dresser stands against the side of the wall, while a good sized tv is hanged on the wall. A small desk is by the corner with small lamp. Does everyone who work here get a room like this?

I go by the bed and feel the softness of the comforter. Tomorrow I start working for him, but who exactly is he? I know nothing of this man except his first name and that he owns a huge house with alot of men who work for him. What did I get myself into?

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