Many thoughts raced through my head as soon as those words hit my ears.
I didn't want to spend another moment in this house, not now, not next year and not a hundred years from now. The one bodyguard had a tight grip around my arm dragging me behind him. we stopped at large mahogany wood doors and my heart raced in my chest.
Oh Fuck, I'm so deeply dead.
The doors were pulled open and I was pulled into the room. I was too scared to even take in the surroundings of the room.
"Stay 'ere" The bodyguard said his Italian accent cutting off some of his words.
I wasn't stupid enough to move, I didn't want to be here but right also didn't want a bullet even more. I set my head in my hands and cursed.
"I don't think those are pretty words on your tongue."
My eyes turned towards the door where the bodyguard had wheeled in the male. He had a knowing smile on his face and my hand twitched as if begging me to slap it straight off his face.
"Why am I still here?"
"DO I LOOK HEALED." He hissed out his voice raising before slamming his hand on the table beside him, the flowers and vase on top crashed to the floor with a very dramatic smash.
"I Did What I Was Asked!" I snapped back.
He smirked and made the come closer hand signal, his guard came closer and he whispered something before the guard nodded and quickly walked out of the room leaving him there.
"Here's how things will be darling, you will stay here until my leg is completely healed and I can use it. Until then, you may go to work and I will send my boys to pick you up and drop you off. Well under my care I will pay for anything you need of course." He said smirking.
" And if I chose to run away?"
" Well, I will have eyes on you well you attend your job, so running isn't your best option."
I turned and looked out the window where the curtains had been carefully pulled back and tied with such grace, the bows even and not too lose or tight. Footsteps made me turn and cast my eyes back on the male and his guard. The guard helped the male onto the crutches he had brought.
* * * * * *
After they left the room I sat down and tried to think completely logically about the situation I found myself in. My debts paid but death if I fucked up his leg. Why the fuck was I the first one they saw, why couldn't it have been someone else...
Either way I was stuck in this fucking situation with only a few options of escape.
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Around the time the sun set I was "Invited" down for dinner with the male. I followed the guard down the stairs and into the dinning room. The guard pulled out a chair and all but shoved me in it before sliding the chair back against the table with me in it. I didn't show my appreciation I just looked at the table and set my hands on the tabletop.
"Elbows off the table darling" The males voice was deep and husky as if he had only recently woken up.
"Forgive me, How is your leg?"
"Much better now."
The guard pulled out a seat for the male and helped him sit before pushing the chair in for him. he voiced his appreciation. he turned back to me an smiled before he spoke.
"I recently realized I failed to introduce myself earlier, I am Romeo DeHarros, Sixth Leader of the Black Crown Mafia."
"Holy Fuck..."
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