Chapter 1- The Encounter
BEEP...BEEP....BEEP the alarm clock blared. I groan while shutting it off. I make my way out of bed, and into the bathroom where I turn on the shower to get it warmed up. After my shower, I get dressed and walk up to the sink and begin brushing my teeth. As I brushed my teeth, I looked at the time and realized that if I didn’t hurry, I was going to be late for work. But I didn’t care if I was late. I hate my job. Mr. Davis, my boss, is a total creep. My coworkers aren’t the best either. They make unnecessary comments about me and my body. There’s nothing I can do about it. I’ve tried to report it, but Mr. Davis just tries to flirt with me. I really want to quit but I can’t, I need the money. Plus, it’s not easy getting a job. As I lock my door heading out for work, I see a man out in the hallway. I’ve never seen him around before, but I don’t care. I make my way to the local coffee shop where I get my usual ice coffee. Once I get my drink I start walking to work. Normally I would drive but my car is in the shop so walking has been my mode of transportation recently and it’s not as bad as I thought it would be. As I was walking I felt a presence following me. I look behind me a see the same guy from the hall back at my place walking behind me. I told myself that maybe it was a coincidence but just to be sure I started walking faster and the guy behind me did too. He was a tall, buff, tan man, with brown hair. He was wearing jeans, a white t-shirt with a tan jacket, white shoes, and a hat and sunglasses.
As I was walking faster, I reached into my bag and looked for my phone. Once I got ahold of my phone, I heard him on the phone saying ” I’m going for the grab”
As soon as I heard him say that I started running at the same time tried calling someone. As I was running, I dropped my phone, as I went to pick it up, I noticed the guy was close, so I grabbed a rock and my phone and threw the rock at him. I hit his stomach and knocked the wind out of him.
I started running even faster
SCREECHHHHH
A car black car with blacked-out windows pulled up in front of me. 2 men jumped out one of them put a black bag over my head. As I tried to fight the 2 men the one that was following me caught up and sounded upset. I felt my phone and bag fall to my feet as I fought.
“I’m tired of this bitch” said the man that was following me in a mad tone. I felt something hit me and as I was slow going unconscious, I heard one of the guys say
“The fuck you do that for??”
In a different voice, I heard “Boss is gonna kill you”
After that, I passed out
I woke up in a dark room on a chair tied up. I groan in pain, I remembered that someone hit my head. I tried looking around the dark room but couldn’t see much. I did feel the presence of someone.
“Hello?” I shouted.
“You know if you are into all this kinky shit maybe if you had asked me if I was down, we wouldn’t have gone through so much trouble.”
“Hello... Big creepy man who was following me... you there?” no response.
I signed and heard a sound to my left. I jerked my head.
“Who’s there?” I asked. I heard a sigh
“Miss. Florence, what a pleasure it is to meet you.” said the figure in the corner of the room.
“Likewise” I said in a snarky response
“I heard you put up quite a fight with my men” the figure said.
“Yeah, I could’ve gone farther if your Sasquatch of a worker didn’t hit me over the head” I replied.
“Sorry about that, I told him not to hurt you” the figure said while moving closer to me.
“Who are you? Why am I here? How do you know my name?” I asked the mysterious man.
He turns on the light and in front of me a tall man with brown hair and green eyes is staring at me.
“I am Lucas... Lucas Gallo. Leader of the Gallo mafia” he says as he takes off his suit jacket and folds up the sleeves of his dress shirt exposing many tattoos on both his arms.
I gulp
“What do you want with me?” I say when millions of reasons flood through my head
“I want you to tell me everything about your father's mafia” Lucas says while rolling a table of torture instruments in-between me and him
" Wh-What? My fa-father isn’t in a mafia” I stutter
“Playing dumb I see... Well, I have some friends here that will help me get the information that I need” he says while picking up a hammer.
He snaps his fingers and two guys come through the door. One holds me back into my seat and the other holds my hand out on the arm of the chair.
“Shit he’s going to break my fingers” I say in my head
" I swear I know nothing of a mafia and my dad isn’t in one” I plead
" Still playing dumb I see well say goodbye to your hand” Lucas says
as he lifts the hammer and starts moving it towards my hand I yell,
“My dad is dead! Both my parents are! I’m alone.”
The motion of the hammer comes to a stop right above my hand and Lucas comes up to my face and looks at me in my eyes.
“I swear” I say panting with tears rolling down my face
“Your dad isn’t Lorenzo Bruno” Lucas asks
I shake my head no
In frustration, he kicks the table with all the torture instruments startling me
“Are you fucking serious!” he yells
“Just let me go! I swear I won’t tell anyone what happened” I plead
Lucas laughs and says,
“I’m not letting you go. I’m not sure what I’m going to do with you, but you are not getting set free.” Lucas says to me smiling at my face
“Take her and put her in one of the rooms upstairs and lock her in it.” Lucas orders the two other men in the room with us.
The two men untie me and lift me up. One puts a bag over my head and the other ties my arms together.
I walk out of the room hearing what I assume is Lucas picking up the table he kicked.
We stopped walking and I heard one of the men open a door and walk in it with me.
“I’m going to untie your hands and after I do that I’m going to leave and lock this door do not take the bag off until I leave. Do you understand” says the man
" I understand” I say
He unties my arms and I hear him walking back and closing the door behind him and he locks the door.
I take the bag off my head and sigh. It was dark so I couldn’t see anything, but I was too tired to care. I made my way to a bed and fell asleep.
