Claimed By The Don

Ava p. o. v

Danger and anger was what actually got me all scared, and ready to run faster than Usain Bolt any minute.

I felt myself shake as our eyes met, I gripped Marco against myself to gain some kind of reassurance, as my whole body trembled in fear.

The blonde hunk paced towards us, his bodyguards part way for him like the red sea. Before expertly surrounding us, immediately, I felt trapped even though I was already trapped.

“Hello, Sweetheart.” He greeted. His soft melodious voice danced to my ears, his voice is as smooth and sweet as sugary drinks.

“Ava Sophie Marcus, is it?” He cocked an eyebrow. “Oops!” He slap his hand over his mouth, forging having forgotten something. “Sorry, Ava Vincenzo Alfonso.” He laughed merrily as he corrected himself, as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

But those sexy and attractive blues eyes says something else, something dark, dangerous and scary. This Blondie wasn’t to be messed with, I can already sense the danger within him from miles.

Another shiver traveled up my spine.

“Nikolai Vladimir.” He smirked introducing himself; my throat went dry as dust. I stare at him wide eyed, not believing I’m in the present of the Russian Mafia boss.

He has been labeled Vince swore enemies on Tv, newspapers, magazines and billboards, but since I’ve never seen him. His photos in those news, did no justice to this beauty in front of me.

Such a beautiful dangerous creature.

I have a feeling, no scratch that. I know he kills with no remorse whatsoever, and I have a vague feeling I was his target. Well I hope not the killing part, but I was still his target nonetheless.

He moved farther, but this time not in my direction. But to Marco who has been slightly hiding behind me from Nikolai’s view.

He bend down until his face is mere inches away from Marco’s, who I’d thought would be hiding. But instead, Marco stood his ground, staring directly back at Nikolai.

“That bastard has taught you well.” He chuckled. “Nephew.” He adds with a sinister smile, dragging the word nephew.

What? Is he high on some drug or something. Why would he call Marco his Nephew, or else… I gasp as realization dawn on me.

He smiled when he saw the expression on my face.

“Don’t worry, I’ll feed your thirst to know.” The glint in his eyes were scary enough for me to lose interest on whatever he wants to say. But my curiosity overpowered the logical part of me.

“Oh and just because you’re less of importance, doesn’t mean you won’t be noticed or useful. You might come in handy later.” He directs to Kara. “So, Hello Sweetheart.”

She ignores him completely.

“Ignoring me, I see. I don’t mind, I like being ignored.” Something about his tone says otherwise, He most definitely doesn’t not tolerate be ignored.

“So, should I tell you guys a special and hidden story.” He smirked, my heartbeat skips. Beating abnormally, anticipating what his story entails.

He walk back to his previous seat and sat down, comfortably crossing his legs in a typical Mafia man way.

“Let’s begin, shall we?” He gave me a questioning stare which I did not bother to answer. “But before that, we need some entertainment to make the story more interesting.” He snapped his fingers as a form signal to his hunky men. Four of his men came at us, grabbing both Kara and I dragging us to the wall far beside us.

On the wall were…. Chains?

How did I even missed that, I should have seen it coming. But somehow it escape me, maybe it’s because I haven’t been kidnapped before.

The chains hangs down from high up on the wall down to our level.

They chained us against the wall, the cuffs holding our wrist is made of strong leather, making it impossible to break out of it, and thugging on it will only hurt me.

So I stopped struggling, glaring straight at Nikolai, who just winked at me.

“You know; you’re an attractive and beautiful woman, and that spike my interest in you. If only you weren’t Vincenzo’s woman.” He tsked. “I don’t like being the second eater especially not after Vincenzo.” He smiled as if venom is not dripping from each and every words he says about Vince.

I wonder what Vince ever did to him that generated this amount of hatred.

I remain passive not wanting to show him the amount of rage boiling within me, he just sighed and relax back on his seat.

“Once upon a time, Vincenzo was just a little boy. My father, Dimitri Vladimir. May you rest well Dad, had went to kill those two old hags but fortunately, Vincenzo was there. My father took him in as a slave, don’t you wonder why my father did all this? I’ll tell you but first.” He gave a signal out and immediately a thick, round leather whip lands direct on my shoulder down to my back.

I screamed losing my senses as the pain registered.

“Ava are ok… Ah.” Kara cut off with an alarming cry.

“Don’t say a word and you won’t get hurt.” Nikolai warns Kara.

Marco was be dragged back as he tried running to us, they tied him in a chair again as he wailing to be released, but his cries fall on deaf ears.

“Where did we left off, Vincenzo that bastard finally had a chance, my father was been too easy on him. After killing those old hags in front of him, he was tortured but that was not enough for me. A few beating in the morning and evening, starving him and making him do hard works still isn’t enough too pay for our lose now, is it?” He paused, again another whip lands in me, this time the whip went around my mid stomach, I was breathless. I gasped for air, to somehow relieve the pain.

“I had to take matters in my own hands, and then I did something I enjoy doing.” He laughed as if fascinated by the memory.

A TV that was just beside Nikolai was turn on, I saw it earlier but I didn’t have it much thoughts. But now the TV got my full attention, as the content in it was shocking.

A scene where a ten or eleven years old boy opens a door, that lead to what I assume was a cell. The blonde hair boy walk in with a lot of women of the different age, size, shape and color followed behind him. They are fifteen woman in total, Vince was shown crawling up against the wall in fear.

His looks was rough and dirty, like he has not had a bath in a very long time. The ten or eleven years old Vince look around, his eyes show fear as he stare at the smirking crowd, immediately closing his eyes as if to disappear into thin air.

He was so vulnerable that I was tempted to go inside and protect him.

“Hey dimwit.” Nikolai young and tender voice sounded from the TV, but it’s only infuriates me.

“Please don’t hurt me.” Vince’s stutter as he plead for mercy, Nikolai just laughed.

“Take care of him.” He said to the women, he stood at the side and watch everything unfold. He stood satisfied and contented as Vince was raped and molested, they beats him as the did different terrible things to him.

I sob bitterly as I couldn’t save him, I couldn’t do anything as this is his past. I watch as they left him on the floor used and shattered, he couldn’t even move from where they left him.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

He just lay there lifeless.

“You bastard.” I yelled, “I’ll kill you.” I struggle to break free even though I know it’s useless. My body shook as hot tears pool down my cheeks, I couldn’t even hear Kara crying besides me, nor Nikolai evil laugh, either can I feel it as the another whip lands on me. I just continued watching him.