Mafia Boss

Chapter 8: Lost and Found

Ben tells me his real name.

"Malcolm. But call me Cole." I nodded my head in response.

"I'm Ellie. I'm 17." I said.

"You're 17?" He asked, wide-eyed. "Holy damn, I'm sorry. Your not even an adult yet. I don't mean that in a bad way but, god I feel so sorry for you."

I shrugged my shoulders, and tried to hold back tears. "I hate this. I hate this. I just wanted to let loose at the club, but I ended up here. But...It's ok. My boyfriend will probably beat the shit out of everyone here." I look over at him. "But I'll get him to spare you." I smiled.

He smiled. "If you don't mind me asking, who's your boyfriend? I know it's a personal question so you don't have to asnwer if you don't want."

"No. I don't mind. It's not really personal anymore, I mean you have seen me naked." I look down at my body. "His name is Peter."

He looked at his hands in his lap. He seemed to be thinking of something. "Could the Peter you are talking about be Peter Johnson?" He asked with a slight tint of worry in his voice.

I nodded my head. "Been together for a few months now." I looked down at my stomach and smiled. "I know what you are thinking, 'wow she got knocked up and only in a few months'. But the thing is, I know we took it fast, but every time I see him, he sets butterflies loose in my stomach. It's like I've known him for years. Do you know him?"

He looked down and me and nodded, then cleared his throat. "Yeah, I know him. We've done a few projects together. Good man. But... When he finds out what happened to you-he's gonna go absolute apeshit." He paused for a quick moment before he said, "And I didn't think about you like that. It's cool that you have a kid. I'm happy for you." He said.

I smiled at him, and he smiled back.

He leaned towards me and untied my wrists and ankles. I sat up.

He helped me look for my clothes. When we found them I put them on and he turned around. He turned towards me when I was done.

"Much better." He said. "No offense, you're beautiful but, this is better." He smiled at me. He looked a little sad. "I'm gonna have to tie you back up though." He nodded his head to the chair. "James wouldn't be happy if I didn't."

I walked over to the chair and sat down. He tied my wrists behind my back and my ankles together in front of me. He ran his fingers though my hair messing it up some. Just as he brought back his hand, someone barged in through the door.

It was James again. He walked towards me and held the phone to my ears. I heard someone's voice on the other side. It sounded... Familiar.

It was Peter.

"Hello? James? Answer the goddamnn phone!"

My mind when blank for a moment. I started to cry. Fuck that, I started bawling.

"Peter?" I cried his name.

"E-E-Ellie? Oh god, Ellie? Is that you? Oh, god." He shouted on the phone to someone that it was me. "Were coming to get you just hol-" he was cut off before he finished.

"No, no, no! You put him back on there!" I yelled at James.

"I can't do that sweetheart. I just wanted you to hear him one last time."

One last time? What the fucks that supposed to mean???

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Peter's pov. - 1 hour after Ellie was kidnapped.