C5 Help!!

"I have a few rules I would like for you to know before we get to Italy," The Mafia King said in a gruff voice.

I still don't acknowledge or look at him, I didn't want to see his face because the only thing I felt was to strangle him, which I knew wouldn't be possible.

"And the first and most important rule is that you are to look at me when I am talking to you," he says in a cold tone, all I did was scoff in response, still staring at the window.

"Mia!?" He called out in anger.

"Amelia it is sir, only the ones dear to me get to call Mia so stick with Amelia," I said glaring at him before turning back to the window.

"Do you know who you are talking to in such a manner and tone?" He questions his voice rising in anger, I snorted rolling my eyes.

"Amelia?!!" He shouted and gripped the back of my neck harshly, turning it to look at him. Once he had me facing him, his hand went to my neck as he choked me.

"You better behave yourself or I would be sending your corpse to your dear grandma" He seethed, tightening his hold on my neck before letting me go.

I coughed slightly as years fell down my eyes, robbing my neck. I stare back at the Mafia king with my eyebrows raised, I wasn't going to give in like a weak female–which I was.

"As I was saying look at me while I'm talking to you, don't speak unless you are being asked to, and behave yourself, more would come once we get to Italy," He said, all I did was stare at him in response like he said don't speak unless asked to.

"You may speak," He said with a sigh.

"Why am I here? If it's about last night I promise not to tell anyone, my mum doesn't even know about it, please I have a life in Michigan you can't just waltz in and take it away from me!" I yelled, my gaze turning into a cold one.

"Hold on, is that a request or a command?" He asked with raised eyebrows.

"Anyone you wish to call it, sir," I said, still glaring at him.

"Well why you are here isn't only because of what happened yesterday, there are other reasons like entertainment," he said, trailing his hand on my thigh, disgusted I quickly shove his hand off my thigh.

"You are disgusting" I seethed.

"Am I?" He said coming closer to me, his hand trailing up my sweatshirt up to my shorts.

"Get your hands off me you creep!" I yelled shuffling to the side, the guy who sat quietly in my front suddenly burst into a fit of laughter which earned a glare from both me and The Mafia king.

"What the hell is so funny?!" I asked glaring at him, he quickly sobered up and gave me an apologetic look.

Good.

"Please sir, just let me go"I begged.

"The name is Damon, Mia," he said.

"Whatever just let me go please" I begged.

"I can't let you go young lady, no amount of pleas would make me do it," He said facing the window.

"And why can't you? I mean you are the freaking Mafia King, no one is going to question you" I exclaimed folding my arms.

"I know who I am," he sneered.

"Like I said I need a distraction after work and you seem to fit in so that's why you are here," he says with a smile on his plump lips.

"You want to keep me as your Slut!?" I yelled.

"Whatever you may call it," he said nonchalantly.

"I'm not a whore! Never have will be.."

"Look here young man, please just drop me I can find my way back home, please" I begged.

"This conversation is over" he seethed, pouring himself a drink.

"Please sir" I begged again but he didn't even respond or act like I was talking.

I started banging at the window, trying to open the door as I yelled for help.

"Help me!!!!"

"Shut her up" Damon commanded the guy in my front and the next thing I knew he laced a white handkerchief with chlorophyll while Damon gripped my hands behind my back, I struggled against his grip as I tried to get away from the sedative, before I could comprehend what was happening he had already placed it on my nose, I struggled against Damon strong grip trying to hold my breath to avoid inhaling the sedative but I was slowly losing air, after much struggles I finally give in inhaling it.

Black dots formed in my vision as everything started blurring, Damon stared at me with a smirk as the other guy stared at me with sympathy.

"You are an ass," I muttered, my eyes dropping.

"Says the bitch" and these were the last words I heard before I fell into a dark slumber.

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"Please be seated and prepare for landing," A feminine voice said through an intercom.

Wait? Landing? Oh my gosh am I in Italy already, how long have I slept? I asked myself as I quickly shot up from the bed.

"Oh look the sleeping beauty awakens," one of the guys said and the others burst into laughter.

I looked around in search of Damon as he was the only one I knew at the moment.

"Looking for me?" Damon's deep voice said as he came into view, now dressed in casual wear of cargo pants and a shirt that had three buttons undone.

"Of course not," I said, rolling my eyes.

"With the rate at which you roll your eyes I am 100 percent sure that one day it will get stuck at the back of your hair," he said sitting on the couch next to my bed.

The airplane made a whooshing sound bending slightly, my heart jumped in my stomach at the abrupt bend.

"Relax, we are just landing," Damon said in a soft voice.

"Landing, you mean we're in Italy?"I asked with my eyes wide.

"Yes Mia," He said with a smirk.

"You bastard…