𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 [𝟏𝟖+] - ✓

SEQUEL

Hey everybody! Thank you for getting this long in my writing journey it really means a lot. All the comments and votes really make my days so much better!

That said...there will be a book 2. I enjoyed writing this book so much and I couldn't let Ellowyn and Roman's love story go.

ALSO, Due to me wanting to have a tiny break the sequel will be posted exactly on October 12th <3

But for now, have a part of the Prologue <3

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ELLOWYN'S POV

The Winter's Wrath

I HAVE BEEN IN THIS CELL for 2 or 3 years, fed off of disgusting, salty, green goo. Well, most of the time. Not so often the leftovers from their dinner would come to me and the rest of the ladies here.

I don't know what day it is, the time or season. All I can carry off of is the yellow light that seeps through the small hole in my cell telling me whether daylight has risen, is falling, or if it has disappeared for a few hours.

The only thing I remember was the bag taken off my head, being stripped, put into oversized clothes to then be thrown into a small cinderblock room where I now spend my days.

I've made peace with it, I knew what I got myself into risking my safety for others. It's one of the things I regret but am glad I did.

"Get up" One of the guards of this god-ridden hell spoke, I stayed suspended in place.

"I said, get up whore" He yanks me up by my ice-colored hair, and puts us face to face. He was beautiful. Such a shame he had a wasteful personality. I finally stood up and he let go of my hair. But that wasn't the end, he grabbed my arm and dragged me into the dusty halls.

My stench turned the faces of nearby people in my direction. The cold stung my arms, the only thing I had on was a ripped shirt and some oversized men's cargo pants. It felt nice to be out of the cell. I knew it wasn't to last long though- the freedom.

We arrived at another room that appeared a lot like a bathroom. He threw me inside the shower chamber and turned on the water not caring what temperature it was. The cold water flowed through my figure turning the once clear water, brown.

The guard grimaced and rubbed his nose trying to rid of the stench from his presence, I closed my eyes and remained shivering under the water. Once he was satisfied with the amount of dirt off of me he threw me a towel, in my years here this towel has to be the softest thing I've felt. I instantly put the warm towel on my face and rubbed it hoping to seek its warmth all over.

He stood there with his gun strapped to his chest watching me intensely as if I posed a threat. He grabbed my arm once again and continued to drag me, he let out a frustrated grunt when I fell.

He was going too fast and I hadn't walked this much in so long.

He threw me over his shoulder and I went limp, my wet permanently dyed platinum hair bounced with every step he took up the stairs.

We entered a room and I lifted my hand to my face.

It's too bright

"We have another for you Casilda" He dropped me on a chair and a mirror was in front of it with light bulbs surrounding it. I looked into my reflection and passed a hand over my face, dirt still outlined my face despite the shower I had. The white shirt was soaked along with the cargo pants. The shoelace I had used to tighten it loose so now it was barely hanging onto my waist.

"You're such a gentleman Justin, you barely gave her a change of clothes! What would happen if she got sick?" A woman with fiery red hair and blue eyes came into the room in all red. The man who I suppose is Justin shrugged and connected his gaze with mine. His blue eyes were mesmerizing, the splashes of grey within them and his ragged beard along with his red hair in a man bun were all very attractive features. My face heated up when he smirked and winked at me. I looked at the woman named Casilda.

"Cmon sweetheart" I looked back at Justin and he nodded, I stood up just to fall back on the chair. My legs felt numb. I stood up again and stabilized myself on the table. I slowly regained feeling and made my way to the woman, she was next to a hair washing sink. I sank into the seat and Justin clasped my hands to the chair. He pushed my chest back and my hair fell into the glossy black sink.

Water was running and soon I felt it wetting my bone straight hair. All prisoners had platinum blonde hair, they claimed that if they were escaping the platinum hair would be distinctive from other people making locating us easier. I didn't protest it, mostly because I was unconscious while they were dying it.

I closed my eyes and let Casilda do what she needed to do, "I don't know how you keep these girls in these conditions, look how dirty this water is!" She complained to no one in particular. Justin stayed quiet and ignored Casilda while flipping through a magazine with about a dozen women in bikinis.

She scoffed and called Justin to take off the cuffs, he unlocked both of them and a towel was wrapped on my head. I was placed back on the chair where a peek of my wavy white hair came into view. My hands were strapped to the seat along with my legs so now I was bound by each limb.

I wouldn't complain though, this chair was 10x better than a bed made out of old pipes and flimsy sheets and a pillow the texture of rock.

"How are you feeling sweetie?" She asked, but I stayed quiet though.

I haven't talked to another human in really long, I'd be surprised if I knew how to move my tongue to form letters to come out of my mouth. I stayed quiet while she plugged in a blow dryer.

The air immediately hit my face and she passed it along my air blowing it in different directions, "This is very healthy hair you have here my love...considering the color...y'know?"

Once she was done with the blow dryer she grabbed a flat iron heating it up, I winced when she brought it too close to my face burning me.

"This will be all over soon" She whispered and she was dearly wrong. An hour later all my hair was still on my head thankfully but my head ached tremendously. Justin unlocked the cuffs once more and he dragged me to a black table where he put me in a spread eagle position. I thrashed until he whipped my stomach forming a thin red line on my abdomen.

"WHAT THE FUCK JUSTIN?" Casilda yelled as she came back with a laser like-tool and a container, strips, and a large popsicle stick.

"She was moving too much, I'm just following protocol" I cried at the sting the wound created against the cold air.

"So you just whip her like that?!" She continued to scream at him while black dots covered in my vision.

TO BE CONTINUED IN THE MAFIA'S FEAR...