Enslaved To The Ruthless Mafia

Arianna's POV.

Walking out of the lobby in the airport, I ran a hand through my dirty blond hair as I smiled. Finally, I was back. Italy for me had this feeling I loved. It held something I craved, and wanted desperately, my parents.

I couldn't wait to see them. Maybe they had changed. I knew that my Nonna would be worried if I didn't tell her I was safe, so I drafted a quick text telling her that I had arrived and I would call her later. Then I stuffed my phone into my purse.

My gown fluttered in the breeze, and I pulled my sunglasses away from my greyish blue eyes, and onto the top of my head as I looked around looking for the driver my dad asked to pick me up. At that moment, I saw a guy waving at me, and jogging in my direction. Well, well. It was Marcus the driver.

He grinned as he stood in front of me. "Welcome to Italy Miss. I hope you had a great flight."

I smiled back at him, unable to not be affected by his enthusiasm. " Thank you, Marcus. It was pretty good."

       He smiled and dragged my luggage along.  We reached a flashy blue car, and I stood beside the car and watched as he put my bag in the trunk of the car. I opened the door and sat down.

          "So, where are we headed now, Marcus?" I asked him as I pulled out my phone toying with it. I tilted my head to look at him.

       "Firstly, we'll go to the city and then to your home. It takes quite some time, so it'll be a pretty long journey," he said, as he sat down and started up the car.

       I nodded softly and pulled out my earphones to listen to some music. I slumped back in the chair feeling absolutely drained. Jet lag was not a pleasant feeling at all.

       He probably guessed I was tired and didn't say anything else to me. I rested for about thirty minutes and sat up. I looked outside the windows, and the sight that met my eyes was beautiful. Trees, grasses, gas stations, and a few cars on the road. It was so peaceful. My mind wandered off as I stared in a daze.

      I was startled by a low shout from Marcus. "Dannazione!" I noticed the way his teeth clenched, and his hands gripped the steering wheel. Through the mirror, I saw the fear in his eyes, and that fear quickly reflected in mine too.                      

        I  fisted my fingers in the seat. My pulse throbbed in my throat as I realized that something was wrong. My mouth started running dry as I hoarsely asked him, "what...what is the problem, Marcus?"

        He swallowed and said with some difficulty. "We are being followed, miss" and at that moment I paled. My mind turned blank as I imagined every kind of horrific scene from movies in my head.  I don't know how I managed to say, " Followed? Why? and by who? What should we do now? Call the police?"

        He clenched his teeth and looked into the rearview mirror as he shook his head. " I don't know, but the police won't be able to help us now. We can only try to outrun them and escape."

        Before I could process the meaning of the words he spoke, he said quickly." Sit tight, miss, and don't be scared. Grab onto something."

       I subconsciously followed his orders as I asked him quietly " what do you want to do?"