The Mafia's bride

Martha lay at a corner, sprawled over the floor, and downcast. Tears streak down her cheeks as salty streams. How does one love and hate a person? She must have been blessed with a cruel fate, so why did she have to fall in love with the wicked mafia Lord?

Don, as Ace is called, is the greatest and most feared mafia Lord in the country. Known for his numerous crimes and nefarious acts, he sits on his favourite sofa in his secret chamber. He has just had his fill of his favourite slut-as he calls her-she is his and his alone. He glares at her, enjoying the view of her just defiled naked body.

'She was just too sweet,' he thinks, knowing that to have his way with her one more time would lead to something he didn't want to imagine. He can't lose her. Not now. He enjoys her too much to do so.

'Martha, Martha, Martha...' he calls in a sing-song manner '...you are mine and mine alone, leave.'

Too weak to even say a word, she scurries off.

On her way out, she comes across Francis, Don's right hand man. There is something on his face she can't read meaning to. Is that pity?

'Funny. I don't need his pity,' she thought, it's not like he's a good person, why would anyone work for a mafia lord, well the answer hit her, here she was hopeless and helpless she had no choice to be his whole, her bad luck has ruined the greater days of her life.

Looking back to her lifestyle before Don found her, her life wasn't exactly bliss but it wasn't as bad as this, she had a stepmother and a stepsister who both loathed her existence,life was a mini hell before Don and she could do nothing, she was that naive and perhaps foolish, she always hoped her stepmother and sister would love her but they only hated her more, nothing she did was good enough, her efforts were all in vain. Well' she had learned to live with all that before this. Life was tough she weeped,stopped thinking and went to the bathroom to take her bath.

Well there was one good thing about being Don's Whore, had a few of the luxuries she never dreamed to have in her Stepmother's house.

' Isn't it wonderful, suffering and smiling' she said out loud before immersing herself in the bath tub, she needed to wash Don off as always and forget her sorrows for a moment .

Martha was in the bath tub for God knows how long ,when she heard a knock on her room though, she rushed out of the tub, got her bath robe and checked who was at the door, it was

Lucy one of the kitchen maids, with a sweet smile on her face has always.

'Master has asked me to call you to dinner, you have just ten minutes Martha' Lucy said and left immediately.

Martha hurriedly wore a knee-length flay gown, she packed her hair in a messy bun after drying it and dashed of to the dining before Don would get offended. She got to the dinning table, sat on the chair next to him, he didn't even look up, just concentrated on his food, she allowed Lucy who stood beside her, serve her a bowl of chicken casserole and some rice and a cup of the fruit juice on the table.

'Thank you Lucy' Martha said.

Don looked up like he was just noticing her presence, she gulped and proceeded to eat her meal hoping nothing would go wrong, she felt his eyes on her but couldn't dare look up.

'And how's the meal Martha?'

'It's...'

'Delicious right...' he cut her words short,'.. yeah I know, I have the greatest chefs in my kitchen, so anything less will not be accepted, carrying on with your meal love, I'll take my leave now' he concluded standing up and left for his bedroom.

She was still eating when he came out of his room with his right hand man Francis and a few other men all in brown suits, well brown is a cool colour for a uniform ,she thought. Non of them spared her a glance before leaving the house, she just shook her head.

'I guess there's a dirty job this night' she heard Lucy say.

'Yes' she found herself saying 'I wonder who has gotten into trouble this time around'

Lucy sighed 'we can only wonder, but do nothing' and proceeded to take the leftover meal and dishes off the table back to the kitchen.

Martha left the dinning room to her bedroom, she pulled off her dress, lay naked on the bed picked her phone up and decided to surf the Internet for a little while before she would go to sleep, she slipped through an online fashion magazine looking at the various designs, fabrics, styles and women on the magazine, she wished she would get such a chance someday, to style models, celebrities and women of class, but it seemed that was a dream far fetched, she wasn't allowed to do much but a girl could dream right.

She missed her freedom, missed her friend Angie, perhaps she should even give her a call now, it's been awhile they talked, she wondered how Angie was faring, if she even think of her at all like she does. Angie is the only person she knows loves her truly and maybe Lucy does too she's not too sure.

She decided to call her now and then, she dialled Angie's number and heard it ring.

'Hello' a sweet voice said at the other end

'Hey best friend' Martha replied

'Martha? Is that really you?'

'Yes bes,it is I' she giggled

'Girrrrrlllllllllll' she screeched 'how have you been, I missed your

'I did too, I'm sorry I couldn't call before now I was busy and ...'

'Too busy for me really, Martha' Lucy cut her off

'I'm sorry bes, I know I have no good excuse, I'm just sorry

'It's fine Martha, I understand, I know you love me and for you not to have called before now there's a good reason for that's

'You are the best baby, so how have you been, how's everything over there, how's school and yeah, your boyfriend Israel how's he?'

'Which of these questions should I answer Martha ?'

'Answer everything, I'm curious, it's been awhile Angie'

'Yeah, about 3 months, you know Martha I'm curious too, you just left, no one knows your whereabouts, where are you and are you fine? What are you even doing there '

'It's complicated Angie but I'll tell you as soon as I can, it's late Angie, I have to go, I'll call you. Take care' she didn't even wait for Angie to say her byes before ending the call.

Angie struck a nerve, she was right though, Martha just disappeared, gave no hint or told anyone anything, she just left and called today for the first time in three months, well who would understand how she got into Don's den.

That day, when she ran into him, using him as a shield to hide from Justin, that idiot she thought, she hoped he was dead, she knew it was bad to wish someone death but he deserved it or so she thought, he had ruined the lives of too many girls for her to wish him good.

Well back to that day.

She was on her way home from the abattoir her aunt sent her to, she was even angry as her aunt gave her no money and expected her to get them meat with her body, the things that woman and her daughter does, If God truly exists then he shouldn't forgive them, they are both wicked. She was on her way back home with the little meat, she got since she wouldn't give anybody her body, uselessly. She had just turned a quite corner on the route to her house, when Justin appeared before her with a sly smile, she just stared at him wondering what it was he wanted, he still had the silly smile she wished she could wipe off his face on, he was a handsome guy though, she thought, aside his being notorious he was a good looking dude.

'Hey Martha' he finally said

'Hi Justin '

She tried to walk away but he came before her, she knew something bad was going to happen, Justin had a bad plan, he wanted to do something dangerous to her and she needed no sooth sayer to tell he wanted to have his way with her the way he's had it a few other girls, for a split second she wondered why he was yet to be arrested, the whole neighbourhood knew he was a serial rapist or was he so powerful, perhaps he had a strong connection with people at the top.

He was talking but she wasn't listening she just wanted to leave by any mean, she wasn't ready to lose her virginity especially not to a brute like Justin, the moment Justin got carried away with whatever he was saying ,she ran past him for her life, she couldn't scream for help because no one was going to help her since Justin was involved all she could do was save her strength and run for her life back home.

He wouldn't dare enter her Stepmother's house to rape her. While running she came across an exotic black car that stood on a side of the road, she just opened the passenger side door and entered, she even locked herself in, without thinking for even a minute if she was doing the right thing. She looked through the window to see Justin turn back

'Phew' she breathed

'I must confess, you are beauty' she heard a deep soothing male voice say behind her, only then did she realise she was in someone's car, she turned her head to see, a man with an obviously nice body build, looking at her, he had sunglasses on, she couldn't tell if he was handsome but she could see he had a nice colour and skin. But why there something off about him, he looked like a tough, uncondescending type of man, that was non of her business though, she just needed to get apologise and get off his car, and everybody will be fine.

'Uhm, I'm sorry Mister, I was being chased by a brute and I did the only thing that came to mind which was to enter this car, I apologise for barging into your car and thanks too for letting me stay' she said

'Cool, say me hi to your people' the strange man said

She got out of the car, looked around to be sure Justin was truly gone, he might catch her this time around. She adjusted her dress and left for home, taking long walking strides so she could get home in time, when she got home, there was no one around,

'At least, they won't get the accurate time she got back home'. She said aloud

She hurried round the house to do her chores as she had to leave the house first thing that day to get the meat, their house was not quite big ,a pantry, a dining room, a guest toilet

3 bedrooms each with it's own bathroom ,a kitchen, the living room so she had a lot to do she cleaned all rooms alone everyday, there was a washing machine that was rarely used as both her step mother and step sister would prefer she washed their clothes with her hands, she wondered how many clothes they wore in a weak as she always had a heap of clothes to wear.

After cleaning and washing ,she spinner the clothes and ironed them, by the time she got done with all these it was late in the evening and they were still not back, where could they have gone. She proceeded to the kitchen to prepare dinner, she prepared Lasagna and stir fried beef, she wouldn't dare eat until her step mother came back, she would be the one to give her her first meal for the day.

She sat in the living room, waiting patiently for them to return and she was hungry, they came back 20 mins later, all smiles with some shopping bags, she greeted them both and Celine her step-mother answered 'thank you dear'

That was quite strange Martha thought

'I prepared dinner, should I serve you both?' Martha asked

'Yes please, and dish yours too, today is a great day' Celine said surprising Martha again

'Uhm Martha, come along with three wine glasses ' that was Evelyn her step sister

'What the heck is going on' Martha murmured

She served them and made to go eat her food in the pantry where she slept only to hear Celine say 'Come sit with us tonight'

She walked back to the table after recovering from the shock of what Celine said ,she sat to eat her meal hurriedly, Celine and Evelyn discussed random things and Martha found nothing suspicious or amiss or where they trying to kill her with the drink no, she doesn't think so and if that's it then so be it. When they were all done, she took the plates away ,washed and returned them to their places in the kitchen. She tried to check her body and felt her stomach for any change caused by a poison but found none.

She was wishing Celine and Evelyn a good night rest when Celine told her she had something to tell her .She was so sure she was in trouble, but had no idea what kind of trouble it was.