Bound To The Mafia

"If you go in there, you might never come out alive."

She wished she'd listened, because the moment she met with the devil himself- Axel Salvatore Rossi.

Everything changed...

It wasn't just a nightclub like she had expected. It was something more- dark, a bit dull and filled with nasty old men who were eager to stick their fingers and cocks inside the half naked girls dancing on the poles.

Olivia felt the urge to throw up. Her eyes glanced around the whole place, wondering how her sister had managed to work in a place like this. The strong smell of alcohol and cigarettes whipped her nostrils as her legs carried her through the unfamiliar environment.

"Who's she?" She halted immediately when she heard the question. Her eyes went directly to the man who had asked, not her, but the person who was taking her to see him- the man who her sister worked for.

"Isabella's sister." The kind stranger who was helping her responded, "She wants to meet Sir. Ace."

She watched him stare at her with his left eye, the only one he had left. Olivia clutched her little bag tightly, feeling the heat his stare sent through her body.

"She can't meet him." Her shoulders slumped. She needed to, her mother's life depended on it, "You know well enough than to bring her here."

"She knows what to expect." The man helping her retorted, his voice convincing, "I've told her everything and she's ready to take the risk."

Olivia swallowed. The way they kept talking about "this man" was a bit scary to her. Who was he? And why did he command so much respect and attention? And the fear? Wasn't he human just like the rest of them?

"I'll need to inform him." The one-eyed man finally accepted, lowering his voice a bit, "He's having a meeting that can't be interrupted. You know how it is."

The other man nodded, turning around to give Olivia a glance as the one-eyed man turned back to leave. Beads of sweat broke on her forehead and tension took over her whole body.

If she hadn't gone this far, she'd already be out of there and back on the streets to her hometown. But, her mother... she was doing all these just to save her.

And her sister, Isabella. Since she left to find greener pasture six years ago, neither of them had heard from her until the last year. She had sent them a letter, and the address written on it was the nightclub Olivia stood now, waiting to be reunited again...

"You can go in now," she didn't know when he reappeared, ushering them into a darker, secluded area, "The boss is waiting."

She gave a little nod, her hands suddenly shaky. Her legs followed the lead of the man in front of her, while training her mind to prepare for the worst.

But, the moment they walked in... it was the exact opposite of what she'd expected.

Three men sat around a table. And two others stood behind them, wearing dark sunglasses and suits. Thick smoke filled the air and the strong smell of drugs hit her nostrils, making her feel suffocated.

It felt like this part of the club was for VIP's only, because everything appeared different and more exquisite than the other places she'd passed.

"Grant..." A husky voice called before they could settle in fully, "Who's she?" Olivia had lost count of how many times she'd heard that question since she got there. But this time felt different. It was the voice... the man...

She raised her head, pushing her gaze through the men who stared at her and only fixing it on the only one who caught her attention.

He had dark hair, piercing green eyes that bore through hers, and a sharp nose. Olivia allowed her eyes wander further to his lips- full and tempting. And that strong jawline. It had to be him, the one and only Axel Salvatore Rossi. The man her sister had warned her about in her letter...

"What's your name, Kitty?"

His voice was deep, possessive yet calculating. A tug from the man who had helped her made her realize that she was the one he was referring to.