Chapter 3

He studied me for a while and I held out my hands to him. He put his hand in his pants pocket and pulled out a pocket knife which he used to cut the ropes. We got onto the jet which had long seats and a table filled with food and drinks. I remembered I hadn't eaten for the last three hours. Cristiano sat us down and the guards sat at the back not to bother us. They closed the door and we started off. I ate quietly then fell asleep after two hours as I was tired and worn out from crying and traveling. The flight lasted for another eight hours and ten minutes and when we got to Italy it was morning. Cristiano gently woke me up and I followed him out the jet and into the limo waiting for us. We drove through the busy Italian streets and into town and it was like another New York City. We passed through and down to the coast then into a fancy driveway with cherry blossoms on either side. We pulled up at a club. There were guards at the door also. We got out and Cristiano led us up the stairs and into a club. It was pretty luxurious and it was clear the owners were rolling in tons of money. "Where are we?" I asked shyly "We're in Blue Bay Italy and you're in headquarters at the moment." Cristiano answered "My younger brother is out for now. You will be staying with us until we figure out what to do with you. My brother should be home sometime later and we'll give you details later." What to do with me'? You mean rape me then kill me? I looked around uneasily as people were dancing and partying. Girls were on the poles and men were throwing money like mad. People were drunk and the bartender had a hard time keeping up with the orders. Beside the usual smell of money and alcohol I smelt sex, lust, pleasure and something deadly. I can't put my finger on the last smell though. I was lead to the back of the club where girls were wearing lingerie and men were walking around in shades and tuxedos. I looked around nervously. Where the hell am I? Cristiano led me to a room at the back and dismissed the guards. The room was an office but a very rich and luxurious one. There was a big velvet couch at the back of the room which was part of a circle of velvet armchairs and a small glass table in the middle. The glass table was filled with files all in a neat stack. I turned to my right where there was a table filled with big black and silver briefcases. One was slightly opened and I saw a whole stack of hundred dollar bills. What the heck is this place? Where am I? What's going on? I turned to my right where there was a king sized bed behind a curtain of silk curtains. A thin section divided it from a stainless steel door with a keypad on the side. Cristiano dismissed the men and sat down in an armchair facing me. "Do you have any idea so far where you are?" he questioned "No." I answered "Where am I?" "Promise you wouldn't leak a word?" he questioned "By the Omertá?" "Yes." I answered eager to know "Very well." Cristiano said then smiled at me slyly "Welcome to the mafia. To say I was shocked was an understatement. I froze....completely! Not out of just shock but the mixture of rapid emotions flowing through me. No way! Mafias were killers! How did my parents get their hands in mafia affairs? How? "M-mafia?" I stammered in fear "W-why?" "I'm not going to tell you just yet."  Cristiano said "There's still a lot of your past which is tangled in the affairs of the mafia." My past? What the heck does my past have to do with mafia?! The door opened making me jump and turn around. A tall handsome Italian boy entered and looked at me then at  Cristiano. "Is this the girl?" he asked Cristiano "Yes she is and a very pretty one too." Cristiano aid "Hmm... she is rather pretty." he said eyeing mes up and down "What's your name?" "Royalty." I stammered as nervousness took over. He came closer to me and took my chin between his thumb and index finger and focused my head on him. "Are you scared of me?" he asked Hell YES! "N-no." I replied "Don't lie." he said I shook my head again and he chuckled a little. "I'm Geovanni Sañchez." the boy introduced himself Like  Cristiano  Geovanni was a masterpiece of his own. His hair was a dark shade of brown and his eyes were also dark and very intense. I looked away a little in fear that he would bore a hole through me with those eyes of his. His accent was smooth but deeper than Cristiano's. I spotted a gun in his waist and shivered a little. "How old are you?" Geovanni asked me still looking at me "Sixteen." I answered "Two years younger than me and three for Cristiano." Geovanni said "When's your birthday?" "August 16." He nodded and closed the door. I let out the breath I didn't even know I was holding. Well that was weird. He just started asking questions like we were friends or something. Geovanni sat down in the arm chair next to Cristiano. The two pulled out their phones and began to converse in rapid Italian. From the manner in which they spoke I could tell it was typical teenage gossip on social media. I listened to them talk wishing I could at least understand what they were saying. I was brought out of my trend of thought when the door opened again. "You're a lot different from what I expected." an Italian voice said and I turned around to face the speaker Wow.....