Bound To The Mafia

Chapter 1: A stranger's arrival

Rose's PoV

I jerked up from the bed as the front door was pushed open abruptly, with a loud bang. I wasn't asleep but the sound of the door, frightened me a little, one would think I would have gotten used to this by now.

I got down from my bed, moving as quietly as I could and checked the time on the clock, it was around twelve Am in the morning. I moved closer to the door and leaned my ears to the door, to listen for any sound and I wasn't surprised when I heard my uncle slurring and staggering into the house.

This was the earliest he had come back home, not that i craved his presence or it meant anything to me. His presence always came with sorrow.

"Rose!." He yelled in his slurring voice. I squeezed my eyes shut as I tried to block out his voice and think of a way to escape him tonight, but I knew it was useless.

There was no escaping him.

"You bitch!, don't you hear me calling for you!." He yelled again and I could hear him pushing things over.

"Coming!". I yelled in a trembling voice and rushed down the stairs. "Uncle welcome." I said in a shaky tone.

"Where is my food?!." He yelled twisting his face into a gruesome form. Alcohol reeked from his mouth, his eyes looked blood shot and as empty as his black soul. He looked even more miserable and useless than he was.

"I'll bring it now!." I said quietly turning around to rush into the kitchen.

I had barely moved an inch when he grabbed my hair and shoved my face on the center table. I shrieked and groaned in pain as I felt my nose and mouth bust open.

"You stupid bitch!. You were waiting for me to ask you first huh. Don't you know that my food should be served before I get here!?." He yelled as he hit my face repeatedly. I could feel the blood gushing out of different parts of my face. I felt so much pain at once that I couldn't pin down the exact source of the pain.

I could remember the last time, I had served his food before he arrived, I had made sure it was still very hot for him upon his arrival. Still I received a good beating that day. He had even poured the hot food on my body. Luckily the food was not as hot as something that would leave a permanent mark on my body but still, the pain was almost unbearable.

"I'm so sorry!." I yelled pleading for him to stop, but I should have known better, that begging would never stop Giovanni the drunk.

He kept on hitting me until a soft knock came from the door. I could swear that my heart stopped beating instantly. He stopped hitting me and flashed me a sick smile. "I wonder who's at the door." He said in a sing song voice.

"I bet it is some of my friends who decided to stop by and say goodnight." He said flashing me twisted smile.

My eyes widened in panic instantly. Memories of what his sick friends would do to me while Giovanni watched flashed before my eyes. The terror was too much for me to bear, not after what Giovanni had done to me.

I would rather Giovanni beat me up until I go unconscious than to even set my eyes on those his cruel and vicious animal of friends. They were heartless and cruel and I swear I wished them nothing but pain, suffering and whatever ill thing life had to offer.

He swept his long hair behind, out of his sweaty face and for a second, I thought I saw the sweet uncle I once had. He used to have short curly brown hair, his blue eyes were once filled with so much life and encouragement. His well tanned skin, added with his height, made him very attractive to the opposite gender. He had a job and he was doing well for himself, not until my parents died and it seemed a switch flipped.

His healthy hair grew long and greasy, due to lack of care, his blue eyes now dim and filled with hate, his skin and everything about him now off and different. I still don't know what went wrong.

As he flashed me another sick smile, I looked around in panic, searching for something to smash my head with, perhaps they wouldn't touch my unconscious body right?.

I watched as he opened the door slowly and almost immediately his smile dropped. I became intrigued as I tried to lean over to see who was at the door that made my uncle feel uneasy.

He tried to quickly push the door shut, but a taller man put his foot inside and pushed the door wide open, stepping in with a two other men beside him.

"Giovanni!." He said in a very deep tone. I had never heard anything like it before. His tone was scary but at the same time soothing. "It's really really nice to see you again." He flashed a smirk at my uncle.

I had never seen anyone like this man, not even close. Although I didn't have much to compare to because I barely left the house, but that aside, he was gorgeous.

He had very dark hair, that was styled neatly to the back. He had full eyebrows that I got instantly jealous of, not to talk of his long lashes and i on the other hand have been begging mine to grow a bit. He had a well sculpted nose and plush pink lips.

He beautiful captivating green eyes that made his dark skin glow brighter. All these feminine like features I observed did not make him less masculine, in fact it made him very intriguing due to his almost 6'4 height and his broad shoulders and chest. He was a very big man and he was really intimidating.

I felt the shift in the air when he stepped him. His aura was captivating and commanding even Giovanni was intimidated by him.

"W.. what are you doing here?. Ho.. how did you find me?". Giovanni said trembling. My interest peeked. Who was this strange man and why did he make Giovanni so scared?. What exactly was his capable of?.

"You thought you could run away from me?." The man asked, walking slowly towards Giovanni with a smirk but with a piercing look that would make me pee in my pants.

"N..no. I wasn't running away from you." Giovanni stuttered moving back, with his head to the ground.

"It seemed like that me". The big handsome man said with a shrug.

"No, please." Giovanni begged.

"Where is my money?." The man said quietly, unbuttoning his three piece navy blue suit that clung dangerously to his well sculpted body.

"I.. I don't have your money now." Giovanni responded in a trembling tone with his head bent low.

Now the story was becoming clear a bit, it seemed my uncle was owing this man some money. That was not strange though, he wasn't the first and I'm sure he wouldn't be last person that he was owing some money.

After my parents died, a few months later he lost his job and that was when the cycle began. He would spend hours at the bar, drinking and gambling. It got him into a lot of trouble, I wonder why he wouldn't give it up.

But that was his cross to carry, after all he had sold off everything my parents had left for me to sort out some of his debts. Everything else was upon on him, after all I don't enjoy any of the money, he barely lets me eat in this house.

I wouldn't be surprised that he would eventually find a way to get rid of this man like he does to the rest, but there was something about this man that told me in my guts that he wouldn't get rid him so easily. He wasn't just any ordinary man, he was different.

The strange man pulled his suit to the side and pulled out a gun, both i and Giovanni eyes widened in surprise. The men behind him, looked around lazily like they had seen that happen one too many times. "Giovanni, Giovanni, Giovanni." He tuted. "I've heard that so many times, and you don't think I came all the way by myself to hear that, or do you?". He asked swinging the gun aimlessly in his hands.

"N...no." My uncle responded in a shaky tone. He was visibly shaking and even I too was scared. Although he wasn't my favorite person, I didn't want him to die, especially not in front of me. He was all the family I had left.

"So where is my money?." The man asked pointing the barrel of the gun to Giovanni's head. This time the smirk had gone from his face, his demeanor had changed and we all knew that he could pull the trigger at any point.

"Please don't kill me, I don't have it!." My uncle begged with tears streaming down his eyes. I wouldn't lie and say I didn't feel a sense of satisfaction deep down in my heart as I saw him in that state.

The alcohol had cleared from his eyes and now he was alert and scared from his eyes. I wondered how he liked being at the mercy of another person, not knowing when or if the person was going to strike.

The man sighed and looked around the house with bored eyes, taking the place in, or perhaps looking for something that might be worth his money, but whichever the case may be, I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure how much Giovanni was owing him and if he could even repay him even if he sold the house.

His eyes finally landed on me and instantly my breath hitched. It felt like the air was smacked out of my system.

His eyes remained on me for while and he started at me like he was shocked and surprised to see me. It seemed he was noticing me for the first time since he stepped in to this house. He ran his eyes over me from top to bottom with a blank and cold expression on his face. I couldn't tell what he was thinking but he made me very uneasy.

I turned to look away when I could no longer handle his intense stare and I almost jumped when I heard his deep baritone voice. "Who is she?".