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The Mafia Lord wants his baby back
The Mafia Lord wants his baby back
Author: Pickylove

Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Where is my Baby?

All Annah could see was darkness. She tried to move but she was battling between staying awake and being asleep. A swift thought crossed her mind and a scowl covered her face. She felt the cold concrete under her sleep.

How did her bed become this strong?

She heard footsteps, someone was approaching her. But she shook it off and imagined she was still dreaming.

Suddenly, cold water landed all over her body. She gasped as she jumped awake. Her eyes surveyed her surroundings. Where was she and who the hell poured water on her?

Her heart was racing and going into panic mode but she kept it all in. She tried to move her hand to wipe her face and then she realized she was restrained. She dropped her eyes to her hands and saw that she was indeed cuffed!

Annah managed to move to a sitting position with her butt and part of her cuffed hand. She still had the little silk dress she wore before she went to sleep. She couldn’t understand what was happening.

Was she still dreaming?

She looked around for someone but the only person she could was a man dressed in a blue suit with black glasses.

She looked at her skimpy dress and swallowed. It wasn't light enough to see the drawings of her nipples despite the water all over her body, except anyone came closer.

"Excuse me, what is going on? Where am I?" She inquired trying to not show her fear. She kept on trying to break free, thinking it was a game and she could easily break free but failed.

"Hello!" She called. She was not sure if it was a dream or reality or if the man could even hear her.

"Rita?" She called her best friend's name, maybe she was playing a prank on her like she always did.

"What sort of game are you playing with me? Let me go! It's alright you win the bet. Please tell your man to let go of me," She said assuming the man in front of her was a guard or something.

"Hello!" She continued to yell.

When she realized no one was coming for her. She moved on the floor confused and tired from all the work she did yesterday. She searched for something to help her free herself. But she found nothing.

The silk dress plunged into her body exposing her beautiful curves. Her black hair lay on her sides. The lights in the strange room suddenly reduced and she couldn't see anything anymore, even the guard at the door.

She shifted to the closest edge from where she sat and observed in the piercing darkness.

What was going to happen to her? -Those were the questions she silently asked herself.

She bit on her lower lips and brought her knees to her nose with her cuffed hands.

She heard a tiny creak and the lights in the creepy place returned, brighter than the last time. She looked around to analyze where she was properly.

It was a huge dungeon with red old bricks. The entire room smelt of old grass, which she didn't notice before.

Annah looked down and waited for whatever fate had planned for her. Her neck was already hurting and she was tired of yelling.

Footsteps approached her and she held her breath. She refused to look up as she feared what might be coming to her. For all, she knew she was in some sick reality.

The footsteps stopped and she moved her eyes to the white Nike shoes the person wore.

She looked up and found a man with a frown on his silky and smooth face. His Hazel eyes stared at her with no emotion, they were cold and it felt like he was trying to see right through her soul.

"Annah Showman." He called her name with poise. He elegantly walked towards her and crouched.

He placed his hands on her face and lifted her head.

"I like it when girls are unable to speak as I act out on them," his deep baritone resonates across the room.

Annah could not deny the fact that her capturer or whoever he was, was quite handsome. He looked like he belonged to royalty or in a way he was related to them. He brushed his hand in his hair and moved closer.

"What do you want?" Annah asked him. To her, he looked like a handsome kidnapper.

"Money? I'll give your all my accounts, everything I own, I swear please just let me go," She cried. It was not a dream anymore it was reality.

He looked at her and smiled, "you keep on surprising me," He said. He placed tape on her mouth, so she would not be able to speak.

He leaned closer to her and ran his hands on her smooth face. She tried to jerk away but he held her in a tight grip.

He moved his face to her ear and kissed her lightly.

"Money? I could buy you one if I wanted. Then I will buy your house and everything within it," He clarified.

He moved away from her and walked to the guard at the door. The blue-suited man handed him a silver shotgun –which Annah just noticed. The handsome capturer took the gun and walked back to Annah.

Annah's eyes widened as he approached her.

"Do you know? You are very beautiful?" He asked bringing the gun to her.

Annah stared at the gun underneath her chin and the panic she had been trying hard to control came out without release. She couldn’t breathe and sweat broke out all over her.

"Let's go easy, where is the child you gave birth to three years ago?" He asked as he placed down the gun.

The confusion on her face was visible. She carried a frown as she looked up at him. She had never been pregnant in her life. So what was this man even asking her?

Annah examined his face, tempted to ask if he was delusional.

He removed the tape from her mouth and the pain caused her to flinch. The skin around her mouth that had the tape became red.

"I don't know, what you are talking about, I swear, maybe you are mistaken," Annah cried.

The man rolled his eyes and returned the tape to her mouth. He raised the gun up to the concrete ceiling and shot three times.

Annah stayed quiet despite the turmoil in her heart as she watched him walk back to her. She looked at his shoes, it was expensive enough to buy her entire outfit. Then the phone in his left hand could pay her rent five times. Not to talk about the outfit he had on. He was dressed in black but it had to be one of those outfits that they only made for rich people.

He was rich and delusional. Plus he was a psychopath. She was definitely going to die here.

He smiled as he noticed she was checking him out. He moved down to her level once more.

"Should we try again?" This time he said with the gun directly on her forehead.

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