The Mafia's Angel Ordeal.

with a gasp and a sputter as it streamed down my face and mingled wi

ed furiously, trying to make sense of my surroundings. Slowly, the spinning world

aint light, his presence radiating menace. He tossed the empty b

the chair bit into my skin, holding me firmly in place. My breat

it's Sleeping Beauty," one of the guards quippe

atch his mocking expression. "Where am I? What do you wa

irking. "Oh, sweetheart, yo

g to keep my voice steady. "If it's money you wa

off my words. My heart pounded as the man yanked his m

money can't save you here. Welcome to the real Los

but the news stories flashed in my mind-the notorious mafia crew of Los Angeles. Only a few months ago, th

r, the door creaked open, and a deep,

from the now open doorway; it was then I noticed I was

The voice sounded like thunder from a distance. It was the kind of voice that messengers from hell should have, and every word he said felt like poison to

proached slowly, his expensive suit exuding power. Smoke curled from the pipe in his mouth, the faint light catching the silve

is voice like velvet dipped in poison. "Make

t do you mean? I asked, stamm

who had now moved to stand behind me, awaiting the

le, pulling out a handkerchief to dab at the tears on my face. "Should you disobey me, I'll show you what a wol

staring deeply into my eyes. "Everything you are now belongs to me, little ducklin

a Blackwell!" My voice rose with defiance

t, leaving my cheek stingi

ed, his calm demeanor slipping for a moment. "But the

soldier stepped forward, his

with malice. "He'll know how to handle her spirit. Maybe after a night or two, she'll learn her

. "And he likes to fuck rough, but I'll ask him to go gentle." He breathed

I asked, starti

ayton," I shouted, sobbing, but

I don't want to be touched by this man." I pleaded, trying to get up;

ound my upper arm. "I'll do whatever you want-just let me go!" I begged, but my pleas fel

we emerged outside, I was met with two men standing

s and even crept up their necks, marking them as dangerous, but they didn't look alike. One stood taller and br

but dripping with mockery. "I like tha

pped, my fear twi

sweetheart, that's exac

broader, with a calm demeanor that somehow made him even more inti

dark, taper-wavy hair and a handsome face

rs as he turned, already walking toward the mansion. I screamed,

ving, ignoring my pleas as if I were nothing more than a beggar. My

ssive compound, the imposing mansion at its center. I could barely make out the deta

an elevator. My mind raced, searching desperately for

floor corridor. The guards dragged me

asked, and I sighed as I was right; he w

er leaving me. "Yeah, get ou

now-but kept his distance. His presence loomed j

ou like to do the honors, Andrew? I saw the way you looked at he

, unbothered. "Nah, m

ckery in his voice. "Are yo

sed though," Andrew muttered. "Most rich girls ar

e from the desk behind him. "Yeah.

playful bow to Clayton, and they both laughed. Andrew glanced

he said, unbuttoning his shirt, "your pride is going to be the

oached. My hands wrestle painfully against the ropes t

me tightly by my neck with his right hand, bringing his knife clo

a knife would be in my eyes to my skull. Clayton didn't seem to

ds barely left my lips as an un