Taken By The Mafia Lord-Chapter 10

TAKE BY THE MAFIA LORD 

Taken By The Mafia Lord-Chapter 10
(A Twist of Fate…)

GENRE: Mafia/Dark Romance

©Cisca. H

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The Video

“Here is 50 bucks. I’ll need you to buy some fruits for my girlfriend, she needs them as soon as possible.” He stretches the money to her. “I don’t wanna return and hear silly excuses when I get back.” He warned.

Freya took the money from him. “What kind of fruits, sir?” She asked.

“You should ask her that.” He said, fixing his wallet in his back pocket.

Freya decided to use this opportunity to follow the other maids who were leaving for the market. She went to the sitting room where Kelly sat, sipping on her pineapple juice as she glared at the television screen.

“Ma’am,” Freya called but Kelly at first ignored her. “Ma’am!” She called a bit louder.

“What is it, Freya? Can’t you see I’m a little busy right now?”

“The Master said I should ask you what type of fruit you like.”

She rolled her eyes at her. “I need apples, pineapple, and bananas. You can buy some additional fruits, I’ll need more of them too.”

“Okay.” Freya followed the maids who had already made their way to the door.

They discussed while they made their way to the market. Myra was with her. She asked her what she was going to buy, “What’s it you’re going to buy?”

“Fruits for the mistress. Mr. Vincenzo said she needs it badly for her health.” She replied.

“She isn’t feeling well?” Myra asked.

Freya shrugged her shoulders. “How am I supposed to know? I must get the fruits ready before she frames up the crazy news that I don’t wanna the fruits for her.”

“You already know what kind of person she is.”

“Who wouldn’t? When she’s already being annoying and silly all the time.” Freya said, rolling her eyes. “Urgh! Talking about her makes my skin burn. How I wish Mr. Vincenzo kindly had me changed when she told him to, I won’t have to face all these.”

“Don’t worry, there are two things to be sure of.” Freya looked at her, trying to figure out what she meant by those words. “It’s either you leave that room, or she does.”

Freya still didn’t understand what exactly she was trying to say, but before she could think of asking for further explanation, it was already late. They had reached the point they’d go their separate ways.

“I’ll explain later tonight,” Myra told her before leaving with the other maids.

Still left in confusion, Freya decided to give her mind a break until night when Myra finally explain it all to her. She had bought the fruits Kelly requested, she went to the same spot they had gone their separate ways, hoping to find Myra and the other maids.

She waited for minutes but didn’t see any of them, she decided to head home alone. On her way, a black car stopped before her. It had the same look as one of Mr. Vincenzo’s cars, and the way it was driving slowly ahead of her made her wonder if it was his driver or Mr. Vincenzo himself.

She kept a straight face, still walking like she didn’t notice the car. It finally stopped, and she walked passed it. Then, she hears a voice called. “Miss?” She ignored it, “Miss?”

She stops, turning to look at who it is calling. The face looked a bit familiar, she had seen it on the same night Mr. Vincenzo had taken her, so she assumed it was Mr Vincenzo who had sent him.

“Mr. Vincenzo sent me to come pick you up.”

“Don’t worry, I can’t walk myself.” She declined the offer.

“He said the mistress needs the fruits immediately. Get in, and let’s get going or she phones the master you aren’t back home yet.” His words made her find reasons why she has to enter.

She opens the door, shocked to see a guy sitting in the back seat. She had a double mind about entering, but on second thought, she decided to enter since they were from the Master himself.

The ride was a quiet one. Soon, she began to feel dizzy. She tried to hold herself from sleeping off, but the force was too strong for her to withhold. She moves her head swiftly at the gentleman sitting beside her. He was looking at her, and he was likewise smiling.

“No. No.” She passed out.

“She’s gone.” He said.

“Call the mistress.” The driver said.

He phoned Kelly who picked up the call almost immediately. “We have the girl.” He announced.

“Good job guys. I want you to take her far away from here. If possible have her dead as soon as possible.”

“Consider the job done.”

She cuts the call.

“Let’s take her to the stripper bar, we’ll have her sold off in a huge sum. I know a good buyer for the auction.”

“Sweet.”

Kelly smiles in victory, this was indeed the perfect time to strike and terminate Freya from Vincenzo’s life. She phoned Vincenzo, pretending to be concerned that Freya wasn’t back home yet.

“Babe, it’s Freya again.”

“What about her?” He asked from the other side.

“It’s been two hours since that bitch left to market and she isn’t back yet.”

“What?!”

“I told you earlier not to let her go but you insisted she should. Now she isn’t back yet, what am I going to do? You know how much those fruits are important to me.”

“Hey. You have to calm down, I’ll ask my men to search for her. You can send another maid to buy the fruits then, you’ll see the alert in a few minutes.”

“Okay.”

As soon as the call was over, a sum of hundred dollars dropped into her account. Kelly smiled. “This is only the beginning, Freya. Let’s see who saves you from me.”

*****

>>THAT NIGHT<<

Freya woke up to see herself in a strange room with red lights. She glared around only to find it empty. The windows were closed, but she could still feel the freezing air from the air conditioner which blew on her skin.

She went to the door, it was locked from the door. She froze at the sound of running water which came from the bathroom. “Who’s that?” She asked, terrified.

Could it be Mr Vincenzo? She thought.

That mindset waved off the moment her eyes caught with the figure as he gracefully walked out of the bathroom with a blue towel tied around his waist.

“Was beginning to wonder if you’re dead.”

“Who are you?” She asked, “What am I doing here?”

“Well, I should be the one asking you that.”

“I just woke up from your fucking bed. And please, can you turn the lights white?”

“You don’t like red?”

“Get me the fuck out of here.” She demanded, ignoring his question.

The door opened, and two men walked in. They had a bottle of alcohol in their hands. “What took you so long?” He queried as they walked in.

“We kinda bumped into Mr. Hyde at the bar.”

“Hmm.” He hummed. “Just drop the wine on the table.” They did so. He looked at Freya who was trembling as she glared at the three men. “Come on, make yourself comfortable.”

“I’ll call the cops if you don’t get me out of here.”

“With which cell phone, sweetheart? You don’t even have one, to begin with.” Freya saw she was as good as dead. “Let’s have a drink.”

“No, thanks. I don’t take alcohol.”

“Don’t worry, you will now.” Before she could actualize what was going on, one of the men had a gun pointed at her face. “You heard him, have a drink.”

Freya gave in to the force, sitting back on the bed. She was shivering as her hand grabbed the bottle. He pours her a glass of alcohol, “Drink.”

She slowly gulped the wine. Her head began to bang as soon as she gulped it all. He pours her another, she wanted to refuse but the gun with the gun still had it right on her head

“Don’t even think about that.”

She drank it all and her head couldn’t take it anymore. She went high, drunk. She started talking about both relevant and irrelevant stuff. When he noticed she was way too drunk than she could handle, he pulled her to bed, then ordered the men to make a video of the two of them.

Meanwhile, Vincenzo returned only to hear that Freya was still nowhere to be found. He asked the guards who he had sent to search for her but they gave him a negative response.

Vincenzo couldn’t explain if it was anger or the fact that no one knows where his maid is. A message beeped into his phone, it was an unknown number. He clicked on the message, but what he saw made him angry than he already is.

It was a video of Freya with the young gentleman. She was lying naked on the bed while he made his way in and out. Vincenzo’s eyes burned in anger, his grip tightly held his phone almost like he was going to have it broken.

“What’s that?” Kelly asked.

“Someone has found her.” Kelly was annoyed that the men hadn’t carried out the task successfully.

“So what are you trying to do?” She asked.

“I’m bringing her home.”

“Vincenzo wait.” He stopped. “What if that’s the life she wants to live? Why can’t you let her be?”

“Because her stay here is for a reason.” He left.

He drove speedily to the stripper bar, before he got there, the men were gone. Freya is seen on the bed, her body exposed and she was drunkenly murmuring words.

Vincenzo was pained in the heart, he wasn’t expecting this to happen. He was beginning to regret why he had sent her out in the first place. If he had listened to Kelly, none of these would have happened.

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What are you thinking?

Who’s in your mind behind the kidnapping?

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