CHAPTER 5 | NEW HOME

I watch the clouds as we slowly make our way out of the mafia building, it took us several minutes just to get out of there. I was kept in a place full of hoodlums and henchman who smelled of blood and grease, I jerked at the thought. Marcus smelled of cedarwood and apple, quite contrary to the surroundings, which added to my ease.

"Can I have my phone back?" I request, in a way that someone would assume as ordering. Marcus bends and removes a casket from the front seat which was on the right side of him.

"Your things," He says as I open hurriedly and scramble my belongings. My purse, phone, locket (which was Ethan's gift) was tucked inside neatly. I switch on my phone and decide to call the police first. I discreetly dial the number as I silently hear it ring. I wondered why Marcus provided me with my phone easily, maybe he was distracted.

I hear a phone ring inside the car, Marcus picks it up and answers.

"Hello," I hear someone say on my phone from the other side. I sigh in shock when I realise it was Marcus who was answering my phone.

"Dumb idea Lucy, the number redirects to my phone when the call is made within the 1-mile radius of my phone," He smirks since I realise that I'm stuck with him.

"Don't you dare say your current situation to anyone, I'll make sure they're buried alive," He adds up, steering left. I was perplexed and agitated. Why would he take me like this, separate me from my life and bring me to his place only to get revenge from Ethan?

He didn't feel threatening anymore, not after how he tried to save me during the gunshots and had not killed me till now. But I didn't want to risk it.

A piece of me wanted to explore the mafia world, but my work was pending. My boss would've called me a thousand times to concentrate on the project, I bite my lips. Olivia would be worried, I wonder whether she had dialled my parents yet, I hope not.

I dial Olivia, and I wasn't surprised that she picked up within a single ring.

"What the hell have you been up to! I thought you eloped with Ethan because I scolded you, I couldn't tell your parents this! Don't tell me you did something stupid Lucy," Her voice sounded like a howler in harry potter movies.

"I'm at work," I lie

"Work? goddamn work Lucy, get your ass up here!" She screams through the call. I could say that she was crying.

"Give me the phone," Marcus orders. I hand over the phone, one because I didn't know how to tackle the situation, and the other because I was scared of his voice.

"Hello, I presume you're Lucy's friend. Your friend is safe with us, and we've set her on a secret mission that would benefit her and the people around her. I would suggest you not worry, and she'll be back whenever her work is over. You're permitted to talk and meet her during certain intervals," He hands me back the phone while he focuses on driving, dropping my mouth gaping open.

He was so formal, I would've easily believed it if I were Olivia. For someone who belonged to Mafia, official formats didn't come so easily. I had always assumed that they couldn't read and write.

"You heard him," I can almost see Olivia rolling her eyes.

"Who is he?" She squeaks.

"My new boss," I saw Marcus smirking through his head. I cut the call after I had lied about the work, creating new names.

"Boss," He laughs at me while I blush in embarrassment.

"I couldn't come up with anything else," I slumped on the back seat and roll my eyes as he adjusts his rearview, making sure that I was still in his view.

We drove in silence, which eventually dozed me to sleep. I wake up when the car honks at the entrance of the biggest mansion I've ever seen. He drove into the garage, there were almost a hundred cars of the costliest breed. I've never fancied cars, but this garage made me fall in love with them. Some were sleek and shiny, and some magnificent and matt. He pulls up the car next to a black range rover.

He gets out of the car and waits for me to come out. I sit inside, wondering about the cars and the bold letters on them, "Vipers".

He knocks on the window as I roll it down.

"Aren't you going to come out?"He asks me.

"You're not going to open it and reach my hand like a gentleman?" I ask, he opens the door and drags me out. I must've lost my mind.

"Hey, I thought I said like a 'gentleman'!" I scream at his face, backing away an inch after I realise who I was talking to. He pulls out his gun and points straight at my forehead.

"Tip one, shut your fucking mouth and don't boss me around. Tip two, again, shut your mouth and do what I say. Tip three, shut your mouth and don't question me," He commands me and I knew right then that I was wrong about him. He could kill me.

I wondered whether I should reply, but I skipped it when he walks towards the door at the end of the garage. He looks fuming, I could almost smell him burn. I don't know why I am being so cool with a Mafia gang leader who had a gun in his pocket.

"Elena," He called out. A young lady appeared, who looked a little older for her age. She looked petite and vulnerable.

"Provide her a room," He says and walks away, leaving me with Elena to admire the architectural wonder. The hall was big enough to accommodate twice his entire garage, and it was breathtakingly beautiful, arranged with chandeliers and glass decorative. We walk towards the huge staircase which curved its way towards the first floor, which was shimmering in the daylight.

"Beautiful," I breathe.

We walk towards the corner of the corridor, it almost looked like an elite hotel with minimum rooms.

"Hey Elena, I need assistance around this place. Do you mind if I ask you to stay?" I ask, addressing the name which Marcus used.

"Yes, of course, ma'am," She says as if I had offered to kill someone she loved if she refused.

"So this is the bedroom," She opens the room, shivering. I looked at something called heaven, the bed almost sunk to the floor when I sat on it. I hated being here, but it didn't stop me from getting amused.

"Can I ask you something?" I ask her, hoping that she'd hate this place and will support me. After all, she looked like she hated and feared this place.

"Yes ma'am," She replies, the colour draining from her face.

"Can you help me escape?" I ask, she sighs in horror as she hurries to get out of the room. I run behind her and wheel her around.

"Help me," I ask, more pleadingly this time.

"I'm the first daughter of the city's King, I'm suffering years of slavery only because my father refused to accept a deal. If I help you escape, they'll kill me and my brother who works here," She cries.

This place is a hell hole.