I Rachel, Take the Malvagio

My feet kicked and I thrashed my arms around, screaming obscenities to the two men that held onto my arms. Their grip was steel tight and both men refused to let me go. I tried dropping to the concrete floor but the men just grunted and ripped me back up with no effort. My black and white converse squeaked against the damp floor and my white tank top raised a little from the struggling.

"Let me go!" I demanded as we got close to some old rickety white door.

The walls around me were tight so I couldn't fight much. Especially with two big men that were practically dragging me closer. Neither of the men even struggled. What the fuck? Did they do this for a living? Just capture random chicks and drag them to their doom to their mafia husbands?

"Stop! I said let go!" I screamed as I thrashed some more.

The man in the big black suit with long brunette hair grabbed both my arms and held me against his chest. Which felt like a damn brick wall. Was these people even human? Cause their strength seemed inhumane compared to my tiny body.

"Open the door." The man that held me ordered the other guy.

The man that opened the white door was as tall as the one that was holding me but wasn't wearing a fancy suit, he was just in a pair of dark blue denim jeans and some ugly green shirt. Like puke green shirt. I mean seriously who wears those kinds of colors? Beside soldiers and their supporters. Who?

The white door creaked open and the bald man turned to me. My heart tried thumping it's way out of my chest as I watched a man in a white button up shirt emerge from the room. He had dark brunette hair with beautiful chocolate brown eyes and his face. . . Model worthy with those cheek bones and perfect nose. The man rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and gave me a smile. Not just any smile. His real annoying "I won" smile.

"Ciao, Rachel. Long time no see." He spoke in that sexy italian accent.

And that was when I realized. . .I'm fucked

Instead of saying anything I clamped my mouth shut and sent him my meanest glare. I stood still with the man holding my arms and oh, I was seething. Someone could've probably cooked food I felt so hot from my blood boiling.

"What's this? Nothing to say? No taunting?" He asked.

I kept silent and moved my blue eyes to the dark room behind him. Then I silently prayed that it wasnt a torture room.

He stepped closer to me and I jumped up, trying to wiggle out of the tight hands that were holding me. But the man behind me didn't let go. He had an iron grip. He didn't have hands, he had wrenches!

Malvagio ran the back of his pointer finger down my cheek and I suddenly noticed that he was wiping away a tear. "Don't cry, il mio amore."

I began to sob. "If your going to kill me, please just do it fast." I begged as my body trmbled.

"Kill you?" Malvagio grabbed a handful of my blonde hair and looked me in the eye. "Killing you would be too easy. I tend to be more creative when it comes to your pubishment."

Chills ran down my spine and I felt heat surge through my body. His touch had magical affects to it, but I kept my stone cold face and didn't let him know that.

"She seems angry. Let's give her some time to herself and see if that will set her straight. Who knows, maybe if she starts acting more appropriate then I'll give her the welcome back she deserves." He kept his eyes on me as he slowly dragged his tongue over his lips in a sensual way.

I felt a fire ignite in my gut. My body tingled and was excited to hear that. Even more excited to feel his touch, but my brain was telling to spit his face and call him a cocksucker. But I did neither and just remained still. He may have been good looking and a damn professional in the sac but that didn't give him a right to do all he had done.

He leaned down to plant a kiss on my lips.

"Kiss me and I'll bite your tongue off." I threatened.

He chuckled and pulled away. "I'll be seeing you soon."

As soon as he walked by me and his robot guards I felt myself being pushed into the room. I tried grabbing the doorway but both the men literally tossed me in the dark room and shut the door. Complete darkness engulfed me and the concrete floor beneath me felt cold and damp. I opened my mouth and let out a loud frustrating scream that echoed off the walls.

"I know Baby, it hurts when you lose." Marvagio's voice taunted me on the other side of the locked door.

That only intensified my anger and caused me to kick my feet and scream some more like a toddler who didn't get her way. Although I supposed I couldn't have gotten too mad at him because not even a week ago I taunted him with the same exact line.

The mess I had gotten myself into was no spilled milk. It was a lot worse. I had somehow managed to marry a mobstereo without knowing it and when I found out it was too late to turn back. Then I got stuck and planned on divorcing his sexy, evil ass but that didn't go quite as planned. How did I even get myself into such a situation? I suppose for you to understand you would have to hear the story from the beginning, about six months ago. When I met the son of the Devil and didn't even know it.