ELIAS'S POV
Some old alliances and businesses dealers of mine came to talk to me. Of course everyone wants to talk to me, not only because I have the most powerful businesses and Mafia, but also because I've been away for 3 years.
I cant tell Amara or any Muslim that I have a mafia. Everyone would get a bad image. It's true though, before becoming Muslim, I was brutal. I did haram money, had clubs, one night stands. Wallah I'm embarrassed. The reason my mafia is so big is because it's passed down from my grandpa. He worked his entire life to get to the top, and of course none of this will help him in the grave. But I'm trying to improve. I'm trying to shut down any haram in the Mafia even if it causes me loss, I still have my businesses that can easily keep my fine.
Before Amara, I barely slept, and was barely at home. I was in the office for hours, I went on month long trips to my other locations and warehouses, I went to go attack threats. I've recently put all the work on my man Mattias , he knows everything mafia very well. Since I'm the one who married Amara, I need to be there as a proper husband to her. Little does she know, that it's very rare for me.
Back to the party, I wouldn't want these disgusting men to stare at my wife, so as much as I hate it, I let her go to the snack table. Looking at her every now and then as she spoke with a girl. It's fine because it's only a girl, no one else dares to go near her.
I get distracted, and realize I haven't looked towards Mari in a bit, when I look back, she's gone. "Excuse me gentlemen." I say to the many men around me, so I can go find whats mine.
"But Sir-."
"I don't care. Shut up and let me find my wife." I say loudly, causing people to turn around. As they should, so anyone can let me know where Amara is. I frantically look through people.
Many people try to interrupt me to speak with me, but I don't care. Nothing on this earth matters unless Amara is by my side. I pull out my walky-talky. "All security keep an eye on everyone, and every car. Amara is missing, over." I state.
One of my security guards is already talking to the girl Amara talked to last. My walky talky beeps, "Sir, the girl has no idea of Amara's whereabouts, she said she went to the bathroom."
I run to the bathroom, throwing open the door, it's empty.
I realize there's a hallway outside the bathroom, one side to the party, and one side to...the back exit. "I want security at the back entrance now, over."
"Sir we checked all the cars." One of my guards come up to me.
"Well look harder. I want guards checking everyone at the entrance now."
"Party's Over!" I yell.
Some people look towards me while others whisper. I take out my gun to the air and shoot. Suddenly everyone yells trying to exit. That's more like it.
I go up to the bar tender. "Who has access to the cameras."
"I can go get my manager." He brings another guy.
"Oh Sir Elias, I can definitely show you the cameras, follow me." The manager is someone I know from my past.
Ya Allah, you are the all powerful, please protect Amara and help me save her.
He unlocks a room with cameras everywhere. "Go to 10 minutes ago, speed it up."
"Yes sir."
We watch some footage, and that's when I spot her, coming out of the bathroom. "There, there she is."
My heart shatters as I see two disgusting men holding a bag, going up behind my innocent Amara, and ...putting it around her as she faints. It's my fault, I should've known I had enemies, I should've kept her by my side.
I grab the nearest key board and throw it at the wall. I ball my fists. Those are the men of Mafia leader, Hugo Fernandez. That scumbag, long time enemy. He could never defeat me, so of course, he would attack what I love most. I radio my guards on the plan. He will pay for this, with every last drop of his wretched blood...
AMARA'S POV
I suddenly gasp for air, panting. Everything's black. And my wrists, they burn and ache. I shake to try to free my self from whatever I'm stuck in, but it hurts even more. I remember, the party, the bathroom, the bag. How many freaking times do I have to get kidnapped. But I feel like this kidnapper is nothing like Elias. I can tell who ever this is evil, definitely by how tight they tied the rope around my wrists.
"No no no..." I hear a taunting, deep voice. Tapping of dress shoes get near me, and the bag around my head comes flying off. I'm in a dark room. With only a lamp. On a wooden chair with my hands tied behind my back. I whimper at the sight of a tall man in a suite.
He presses his ear piece, "Boss, she's awake," he pauses which I assume the 'boss' is replying, "okay boss." I look at the floor and notice... dry blood stains, not just drops, huge splatters, even on the walls.
Ya Allah, I know I've made a lot of Duaas, but this is different this is like, I need it. Ya Allah please please please protect me. At this point, I find my self yearning for Elias, his touch. I shouldn't have been so hard on him, he genuinely cared for me while I was with him.
Okay, like Agnus told me, panicking gets you no where, thinking strategically does. I swallow my sob and ask, "h-." My voice cracks. Man I've never been able to talk through my cries. Okay breath. "Who- who are you.." I whisper-say.
The man turns to me smiling, "Diego. Your personal guard assigned to you." He fake curtsies. That's funny. No Amara, he's your kidnapper who might kill you.
"Why."
"Maybe because your little husband is on our most wanted list. He's too powerful to get to, so why not use his little love."
I think fast, "um, that won't work. At all. Um he, like he doesn't care about me," I lie, "he won't come to find me or anything, so kidnapping me won't help you, w-why don't you just let me go, and I won't tell anyone?"
He laughs, "Honey, he loves you, everyone in the entire community knows. He can't stop talking about you, he misses meetings for you, and he was even spotted at a beach with you, now what kind of Mafia boss goes to the beach. His love for you is different than every other man, his love shocks everyone. So yes, he will be here any time soon, and we'll be ready." I feel like he's amused my how frightened I look, "And if he doesn't come, we kill you. We cut you up, into little pieces, while you're awake, and feed you to the alligators in our lake." He smiles.
Dammit. Does Elias love me that much... There is literally nothing else I can say, welp, i should just except my fate, imma die. I start asking Allah for forgiveness and doing tasbeeh.
He looks at me confused, "What- What are you closing your eyes and whispering-."
"SSSSSHHH." I continue.
"Well if it's magic spells, I don't believe in that, so- so it won't work." Is he for real.
I sigh because he's already interrupting my duaa. "Well for your information I am praying. So stop interrupting."
Suddenly, the door opens. It's a scary looking man, who looks way meaner than Diego. "My, my..." he says with a raspy voice. "He sure chose someone hot." He looks at Diego, "Diego? Who the f### assigned you here."
"Alvaro said to-."
"I don't give a sh##, everyone knows we can't assign you to prisoners because you'd feel bad you douchebag." He spits. "Get out."
Diego leaves, I actually liked him. The boss walks towards me, he smells like strong bad cologne. "Now with you, Elias's pride and joy." He touches the side of my face.
I aggressively move my head away, "Don't touch me."
"Feisty are we now? Your pathetic husband will be here soon, not too soon so don't have hope. I moved and my mansion is very hard to track." He looks me up and down, "I must leave you with something that will hurt poor Elias if he sees." The next thing I know, my face is hit hard to the side. Pain sensations shoot through my face and body. The pain is unbearable, as strong as I want to look, I let tears stream down my face. And with that, thank god he leaves.
I continue to sob and the left side of my check burns. I rub my check on to my shoulder and wince in pain. I look at my shoulder to see blood. Ouch.
I hang my head as exhaustion over comes me. And I close my eyes.
"Get up!"
My eyes shoot open out of fear. I barely even slept. I can tell by the tiny ceiling window that it's the next morning now. My cheek hurts when I move my face.
It's a different guy in suite, whats with these guys and suites. "We can't have you dying before your Prince Charming comes now can we." He brings me a bottle of water.
He brings it to my lips, which I uncomfortably accept because my throat is dry. "Now what part of your body should I cut up to send to your lover."
I whimper in fear, trying to sink into my chair. Just then, he gets a phone call. With one last look at me, he leaves.
Right when I'm enjoying my peaceful alone time the boss walks in again. "Hello, oh good, your face looks nice and cut up. I'm just hear to speak to you about your husband."
He comes closer, "Elias has done so much to my mafia, we would have been so big if he didn't cause us to crash down multiple times." He starts touching my hijab while tears effortlessly flow down my face. "Do you want to know what the cherry on top is. He killed my brother. Painfully tortured and murdered, my brother. And no one attacks me, The great Hugo Fernandez, without getting killed"
Of course, how lovely. This guy would definitely now find peace in torturing me.
"Let's get this loose." He unpins my hijab revealing my neck. He takes out a blade and slowly presses it into my neck. I feel a burning feeling with warm liquid pouring down. That's when I feel it, I scream in pain. Ya Allah save me.
Just then I hear an explosion outside. Hugo moved his blade back, which I see is dripping with blood. He gets a phone call, which I see makes his skin go white. He then runs out the door. Leaving me with not a single place where I can't feel pain.
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Poor Amara