Chapter 08 "Involved with the Italian Mafia"
Elena narrating.
I heard the sound of footsteps and the door opening. At first, I thought it was Damon coming to mock my situation. Like, "Look, you saved me and now I'm imprisoning you, you idiot." Sometimes, the things that happen to me are my fault for being so dumb and naive.
I prepared myself to curse him with all the strength I had in this world.
He was extremely sarcastic and enjoyed provoking me.
"You ungrateful bastard!" I shouted. "You're an ungrateful idiot. Damn, the moment you crossed my path. You're even rude to your security. They saved your sorry ass, and you treated them with such disrespect, just like you're doing to me. You're worth nothing. I swear, I hope you get what you deserve."
The footsteps grew closer, and I could hear that eerie voice, as if it belonged to a lunatic, entering the room.
"Hello, ragazza," a man stood in front of me. He was wearing black dress pants, and a tailored black suit, from what I could tell. I understand a bit about fabrics. He also held a cigar in his right hand and had a gun on his waist.
My God, what trouble have I gotten myself into? Every moment, a worse criminal appears.
I felt ashamed, my cheeks flushed from the things I had said before, or rather, screamed. I thought it was Damon coming, but the despicable man didn't even have the decency to come and see the person who saved him and threw me into a cell.
The man appeared to be around forty or thirty-six years old, approximately. But he was very well-preserved. His hair was black, just like Damon's, and his appearance strongly resembled his. Perhaps they were relatives. Could he be Damon's father? I don't know. The embarrassment from my hysteria and screams, and above all, the fear of what they could do to me consumed me. I couldn't even look at this man's face.
He seemed surprised to see me. He stared at me intensely, examining me with his gaze. He seemed surprised by my appearance. How strange, these guys are sick. Damn it.
"What is your name, dear?" he asked. "You remind me of someone, your face, your mannerisms, they're just like hers. How interesting," he said.
I rolled my eyes. That's all I needed. Anguish consumed my body in a way I couldn't explain.
"My name is Elena. And yours?"
"Well, I'm the one asking the questions here," he laughed. "I knew you had something different or special, otherwise, Damon would have gotten rid of you quickly to avoid witnesses. You're beautiful, just like her, identical. How old are you?"
"Is this an interview now? Beautiful like who? I have no idea who you are or who you're talking about, so leave me alone," I said, rolling my eyes. Screw it, I'm already tired.
"I think it's better if you answer me, or else I'll blow your pretty little head off. I hate people who don't obey me, you know?" He tightened his grip on my neck.
He kept smiling sideways as if he had noticed something in me that caught his attention. Funny, Damon acted the same way. This man, whoever he was, seemed like an idiot, and he was. Moreover, he seemed to be Italian, based on his mannerisms and way of acting. My God, I got involved with Italian mafiosos, I was screwed. The reputation of these guys has never been and will never be good. They're cold, calculating murderers, everything is based on business.
"I'm twenty-three years old. Are we
done with the interview, 'darling'?" I said with irony, and he removed his cold hands from my neck.
"We're not done yet. Haha," he laughed at everything. What a sicko. "Listen here, where and how did you find Damon and why? Are you an undercover spy, girl?"
Undercover spy? That's all I needed.
"I'm not a spy. I found Damon on a street, all beaten up, and I saved him. I'm just a doctor who ended up getting involved in this shit because I'm good. But if I knew, I would never have saved him. If I knew it would be like this, I would have avoided all these problems by letting him die. And I'm not telling you anything else about my life. By the way, go fuck yourself."
I had studied Italian, I don't know why my aunt always said it was important. I learned Spanish, Italian, and English, well, that wasn't surprising since I've always been very dedicated to my studies.
He left without showing any apparent emotion, except for sarcastic laughter. Seriously, this lack of emotion and empathy for others must run in the family.
My eyes scanned every corner of that room. I desperately longed to escape from this place; the feeling of claustrophobia was suffocating me. Being kidnapped by a mafioso, what a delight. Damon was an idiot, an incredibly attractive and sexy idiot, but still an idiot. I could see in him an arrogant, manipulative, criminal, and cold man. The only thing missing was him showing some honor between his legs. And worst of all, everyone obeyed him and idolized him.
Although I found him handsome and felt a certain attraction, I didn't desire a man who would keep me captive, imprisoned in a cell. My heart yearned for freedom, and my body craved true and passionate love, far away from Damon's dark clutches.