His Mafia Possession

my grip on the strap of my backpack and kept moving, the sun dipping below the horizon, casting long shadows across the street. The house came into view-our small, two-bedroom place tu

, trying to twist away. My fists slammed against his chest, but it was like punching a brick wall. "Sedate her," a deep voice barked. I didn't see the needle, only felt the sharp sting at my neck a second later. Burning. Cold. I blinked hard, my head spinning. Everything blurred. The faces twisted in my vision. I heard my own voice screaming-fading-slowing. Darkness came fast, drowning me in silence. I woke up to movement. The world tilted and rocked, and for a second, I thought I was dreaming. Then I felt the rough floor beneath me. Heard the low hum of an engine. Smelled gasoline, leather, and something sharp-like sweat and metal. My hands were bound behind my back. A blindfold covered my eyes. My mouth was taped shut. Panic erupted in my chest like wildfire. I thrashed, trying to sit up, but something-or someone-shoved me back down. "Easy, ragazza," a gruff voice said in an accent I couldn't place. "You'll tire yourself out before the boss even gets to see you." Boss? I tried to scream. My voice came out muffled, desperate. My throat burned. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might tear through my chest. Where was I? Where was my dad? What the hell was happening? I stayed like that for what felt like hours, the van rocking as it moved. Every second stretched endlessly. My wrists were raw from the rope. My tears soaked the blindfold. Eventually, the van stopped. Doors creaked open. Heavy boots stomped against the ground. The doors behind me were yanked open, and I was pulled out like a sack of potatoes, tossed over someone's shoulder. I screamed into the tape, kicked with everything I had left, but it was useless. They carried me through what sounded like a metal door, foot