In Love with the Mafia Boss

e groceries. Daphne Dominique C., my best friend had failed to buy some. I called her phone an hour before she texted that she was leaving for the salon, (to make her nails and hair) an

n to my head, my arid lips parted while I shivered, with my eyes wide open in fear, the other man on my right wrapped a blindfold around my eyes with my mouth gagged with duct tape. The only advantage was my nose, definitely for breathing purposes.Oh my!!The smell of used cigarettes and strong alcohol seeped in the air, I was held arm in arm yet my hands were tied, dragged against the floor to god knows where.I fell to my knees as soon as they took off their grip. "Boss, here is a fine fragile good. What do you say?" I heard someone ask, perhaps one of the men that had driven down here. I cursed the moment I decided to go grocery shopping, why did I have to insist despite the cloudy skies? I saw the signs and ignored them, mother would always warn me against my negligence but I'm too stubborn to listen and now I'm trapped amongst lions in a dentist. God, I need help, I said muttered. I began to sob against the folds. "To the bed!" I heard a husky hoarse voice instruct, I guessed him to be the boss of whatever sort. The authority in his tone made my stomach rumble yet weak in my knees. Once I was thrown into the orthopedic mattress, my neck twisted a bit and I couldn't but groan in pain. "Leave us," I heard him say, once again.I hummed in a way to plead for my freedom, he didn't say a word to me. I felt his fingertips caress my face to my neckline, and I whimpered. Fear gripped my heart, a stranger was touching me in places; forbidden places, god knows who and where on earth but not out of New York; because we had taken like ten minutes from where I was picked up. Against my will.He mischievously took the tape off my lips abruptly then I cried out. It did hurt. "Ahh! It did hurt!" I mumbled again with my tears soaking against the blindfold...I felt his sweaty index across my lips, which meant I had to remain silent all the way. I pleaded with him to let me go but he didn't move a skin but rather tell on deaf ears. He did what he was fixed on doing, exploring my bare skin. I had suddenly grown goosebumps at his touch. As strange as it seemed, I've never been this way before, I'm unable to tell if anxiousness or anxiety has overridden "Please," The word carelessly escaped my mouth as he jerked me by my face, his fingers dug into my cheeks, tilting my face towards his as I yelped and swallowed a lump in my throat. Sore.The smell of alcohol lingered on his breath, Bacardi, something Daphne gets drunk on sometimes. He breathed on my face and I couldn't help but inhale it if I did wanted to live or perhaps get out of there alive. Squeezing my nose, I felt the tip of his nose on my cheek, sinfully tickling. More goosebumps developed severely. "Please let me go, I'm not sure it is me you want!" I said to him, but then my defiance had gone to the dust, all I needed was to fight for my freedom. A freedom that I wasn't sure if I'd acquire. "I doubt it!" He sarcastically whispered i