Sold To The Mafia Don

Lucy POV

Before I left four years ago, I made an effort to recall anything of the type, but I was unable to. Since then, the world has advanced significantly. I wasn't that horrible, really. I had coding and hacking skills. Both my decision to leave the room and that of his mother were disregarded by Luca. She left Luca and I inside. A girl approximately Luca's age soon entered when the door was forced open. She had brown eyes that were identical to mine and long, black hair. She was little and short, and she seemed younger thanks to her heart-shaped face and adorable button nose.

Her boobs protruded from the pastel pink v-neck t-shirt she was wearing as she pumped her chest and murmured, "You summoned me, sir," in a quiet, courteous manner. I immediately despised her. I could tell from a distance how she felt. Snobby a woman of class.

Luca, who was still working on the table TV, said, "Take her to a room," without even giving us a look.

"Which room, sir?"

"Alexa, any room. Simply remove her from this area, Luca said. How gracious.

Alexa turned to me and gave me a thorough inspection. For a brief moment, she wrinkled her nose in disgust. That was it. She kindly responded, "Come on. Despite my strong reluctance, I followed her out of the room. I strolled in a manner that attracted attention as my hips swung. I wasn't purposefully doing it to attract Luca's notice or anything like that. I was taught to stay in character at all times. Be the prey that all predators always wanted. But they had no idea that I was a wolf hiding in sheep's clothes, ready to strike.

We traveled through a number of hallways with Alexa. I believe she was attempting to mislead me as we passed the same picture again. She underestimated my ability to navigate and pay attention to my surroundings, which was unfortunate for her. When we arrived at another dark, cheerful wood door, Alexa pulled it open, turned, and started to stroll down the hallway with an odd, forced swing in her hips. I snorted quietly. I guess she was keeping an eye on me.

Goodbye, I say.

I hate to say it, but as I walked into the room, I fell in love. Any improvement after years in the "safe house" was welcome, and the lovely bedroom in shades of grey and black was no exception. The queen-sized bed's linens were grey and black, and I sat down on them. The nightstand next to me had two further doors, a silver light, and two drawers. I'm assuming it leads to a restroom and a closet. Before grabbing the light and opening the back, I sighed. A few cables and the motherboard in the middle were removed by me. I placed both into my pockets before proceeding to the window. I struck it. The glass must be shatterproof. In case it was really bulletproof and I wanted to shatter it, I didn't want to take the chance of causing a disturbance.

I had underestimated how difficult this would be, however, it was still doable.

When I tagged on the door's handle and it wouldn't budge, I was on my way to opening it. I tagged T once again. God, the blood. I was confined. Well done, Antonio. Clever move. I suppose I was stranded in this space. I searched the area for potential weapons but couldn't find any. They hadn't even provided me with a shaver, which is a really basic item. I let out a sigh and chose to take a shower. I undressed in the bathroom, and it took me some time to figure out how the various buttons and other features operated, but once I did, I had a pleasant, warm shower. It was strange. I was accustomed to drinking unclean, chilly water. They just handed us that. At the time, I made every effort to forget everything. I just wanted to savor this one instance. shouldn't be difficult.

I dried off my black locks after getting out of the shower and then braided them into two tidy French braids that finished at my back. I didn't want to wear the soiled clothing I had just changed out of when I left the restroom. I just took the items off the light and placed them beneath my pillow. Later, they would be useful. I looked around the space for a little object I could use to pick the lock. The comb was the only item that might be useful. I wrapped my towel over myself in a toga-like fashion before breaking off a comb tooth. When I got to the door, it finally opened after a little struggle.

Before I started down the corridor, I grinned triumphantly. This location seemed strangely desolate. I went in the direction of the noises and found a kitchen. Four female cooks were cooking, and there were seven men in suits gathered around the table, including Alexa. She was flirting and laughing like a frantic ex. But as I entered, all the merriment and laughing stopped. All eyes turned to me, especially the masculine ones, who gazed in amazement and longing at my towel-covered figure.

"For the love of god! Are you that desperate that you came in a bathing suit? If I had a gun, I would have shot Alexa in the head twice when she screamed. I flashed her the glare while placing my hand on my hip. She became hot in the cheeks and gave me a fierce gaze.

"Oh there you are," a lady exclaimed as she entered the kitchen carrying a large bundle of folded clothing. She was pale, and her forced grin revealed that she was uncomfortable and apprehensive. I've been trying to find you. You left the room, but don't worry about that. You should wear these garments. She avoided looking at my exposed chocolate-colored skin and said, "I didn't have time to place them in the room before you moved in.

I grabbed the clothing from her and made a point of standing tall as I left the kitchen. Nothing to be afraid about. I was a fresh Lucy. Her pain was little. I took a closer look at the clothing I was given. All-gray sweatshirts and hoodies. I lacked any black to make the shadows merge nicely. Simply wonderful. I returned to my room and changed into some concealed underwear, a sweatshirt, and some sweatpants. The hoodie swallowed me completely since it was a couple sizes too large. It brought back memories of my obsession with extra-large hoodies. That feels like it was yesterday.

I decided to lie on my bed and tuck one of the table accents, a type of plastic ball, under the pillow next to me since I didn't want to be near Luca and his ominous vibe. It would make for the ideal weapon. I was made to sleep lightly in the "safe house." I may be alerted by even the tiniest motions. And only if I slept. I preferred to avoid exposing myself. Never once more. I didn't know what I was waiting for as I remained fixed on the door. Maybe a sign. Simply something.

Anything. I must admit that I was quite bored.