All For You

Here is the part when I know I am doomed...

I am pulled out of the car, my hands tied in front of me, my head covered in a dark cloth, covering my vision.

The air is fresh, and the sun rays are warming my skin, but I am still shivering. This is a normal reaction to being kidnapped, or should I say... sold?

"Take that off her head" I hear someone command. And instantly the cloth is removed from my head. It takes me a minute to adjust to the brightness of daylight and also because I was trying hard not to cry in front this crowd of strange men.

It had been, maybe, around 2 hours since a group of men when to my house looking for my father. Due to his history of alcoholism and drug abuse, I knew he had fucked up again.

Ever since my mother and brother passed in a house fire 10 years ago, he never recovered. I was 8 and I had to learn to be an adult, for the sake of my survival and his. Needless to say my childhood was not the best, living off what little coins I could beg for in the streets. But I managed to finish school and I was ready to move with my life, get a job and go to college. But little did I know that my fathers debt he had accumulated for his addictions were so large that now he had to pay with his life.

So when the group of men came, little did I know, that my father sold me instead, to spare his life. I was sold by him in order to live another day, a purposeless day.

I could have run, I could have denied it, it was my freedom. I am 18 years old. But I let them take me, because my freedom was nothing compared to my fathers life. He was the only family member I had left.

Now here I was, wondering what the rest of my life would look like, if I had any left after today.

"What a pretty bird" A guy said with a chuckle in his voice. I looked up, in front of me was a mansion, the type you see in movies. Whit marble and large black windows. There was a marble staircase, and in the middle stood a man.

A man who reminded me of a panther.

He was tall and lean, his eyes dark surrounded my black eyeliner. He had face tattoos, he had tattoos in every park of exposed skin I could see. His black hair was brushed back with a few pieces falling over his eyes. He was handsome. But he radiated danger.

I knew he was the leader by the way the other thugs surrounded him in a protective stance.

He was who bought me for the price of my fathers life.

His eyes were looking me up and down. I was sick to my stomach as he licked his lips, a crooked pleased half smile on his face.

"Don't look at me like a piece of candy, bitch" I spoke before thinking. The guy next to me yanked my hair, and I bit my tongue trying not to cry.

"What a dirty mouth you have" He laughed, and the other guys chuckled.

"I assume I don't have to explain to you what kind of situation you are in now?" The guy next to me let go of my hair and I looked up the mafia boss.

I was told on my way here, that I was this jerks property. I had to do what I was told. I had no freedom anymore, and that anything, ANYTHING could get me killed. But that was my goal, to be killed. What was the point in living in hell?

"You see" He continued, a sparkle of evil in his eyes. "I am a very simple guy, just follow my rules and you will be fine. As for who I am, well..." He put a show of pretending to think, as if he didn't know the answer himself. I wanted to punch him. "I guess we will never find out, not even my enemies know, and believe me, I have enemies" Everyone started laughing. What kind of a mess was I in?!

"Fuck you!" I yelled. He scowled, I had hit a nerve in that tough shell of his.

"I see you will not listen" A guy next to him handed him a lit cigarette and he inhaled for a long time. He was dragging this because he knew how much it tortured me.

"Dragon" He said and from behind him appeared a guy that I had not seen.

The guy was tall and muscular. His skin was tan with black tattoos all over. He was dressed in a black t-shirt and black ripped jeans. His hair was black as a ravens feather. It was messy and falling over his eyes, but I could see an undercut under that black curtain of hair, cut so short it almost looked bald. He had a black face mask on, covering half of his face. His hands had bulky silver chains and his fingers had silver rings. He looked like a gothic nightmare, but a nightmare that every girl would want to have every night.

When he stood next to the mafia boss he looked down at me and my insides melted.

His eyes were ice blue, framed by the thickest black lashes. How unfair life could be, any girl would die for those lashes.

I felt my mouth open and I immediately closed it. I was surrounded by sharks, I could not let my stupid attraction get to me now.

"You are solely responsible for her. If she fucks up, just press the trigger" At that the mafia boss shrugged and smiled down at me. He turned around and walked up the stairs and into the mansion. Most of the guys followed him inside while others walked away into the court yard. I was left looking at Dragon while he looked at me.

"Where do you want her boss?" On of the guys behind me asked. But Dragon kept looking at me, he wasn't examining me up and down like the mafia boss did. He stared into my eyes, and for the first time since I arrived here I felt human not a piece of meat.

"Leave us" Dragon commanded in a deep voice that resonated all over my body.

"Yes, sir" I could hear the guys foot steps behind me but I remained staring at Dragon. I had to be cautious of him.

He walked down the steps towards me, his steps long and sure. The guy had the confidence of a guy. He resonated as someone who could never be bothered.

He stopped in front of me and I had to look up at him. He had to be 6 feet something while I was a short 5'2.

"Follow me" He commanded.

"Never" I spat. Why would I follow someone who I had no idea who he was or where he planned to take me. He was out of his mind like the rest of the people in this place.

"As you wish, Darling" He carried me like a bride. My hands were tied in front of me and all I could do was kick my feet in protest. But he was not faced.

"where are you taking me?" I demanded as he walked up the marble steps. His face was so close to me, I could see the details in his eyes, and smell the smokey scent of his cologne. His hands were warm under my skin. And even though I hated the idea, I felt secure with him. As if with him nothing could hurt me. And endless embrace of protection.

"I have a loaded gun in my pocket. Don't test me" His eyes flicked down at me, a warning sign.

He walked into the mansion and up a flight of stairs. I could see little of the place. But it was rich in marble decorations and paintings. Whoever these people were they lived like kings.

"Here we are, darling"

"My name is not darling" I protested in annoyance. We were standing in front of large white double doors.

"What what is it?" He asked with an arched dark brow. His silky black hair falling over his eyes. I wanted to brush them aside.

"What is yours?" I asked unfazed by the dangers of him.

He looked down at me with amusement in his eyes."To you, Dragon" He said and I knew that was the best I would get. I was dealing with the mafia, maybe even gang members. I knew enough to know they life style was dangerous and if I were in their shoes, I would want my identity protected too.

But I didn't have an identity anymore, so giving up my name was worth nothing.

"I am Lucia" And he kicked the doors open.