Mafia's Madam

Three

How many times more are they going to knock me out? I mean seriously I probably already have a concussion by now

Currently I was was on top of a big, soft bed, the room I was in was surprisingly pretty large, with a closet, a bed , nightstand and some decorations around on the walls

The walls were a coral  colour, there was  a white, fluffy rug next to the bed and under it was a wooden floor

All in all I was very surprised to say the least, to wake up in here, I was expecting something more like dungeon or at least a jail cell, but looks like he really did mean what he said

However the door was locked, I checked.

My head is absolutely killing me, I groaned and stuffed my face into a pillow

One side of my face was completely numb, the side he hit me there was also a lot of dried up blood coming from the left side of my eyebrow

I had bean laying here for at least two hours thinking about all the possibilities of what could happen to me

Currently the Italian mafia had me and they could do anything they wanted to me with shooting me being the absolute least of my concerns.

They can drug me, rape me, sell me for other mens pleasure, the possibilities are endless.

I have no idea how long I had been unconscious for and the chance of them knowing everything about me already is close to a hundred

Suddenly I heard a key being pushed in and twisted to unlock the door

I sat up on the bed lightly to see who was to walk in to the room

In walked a guy I hadn't seen before, he definitely wasn't there when a burning cigar was pressed into my shoulder

He stood in front of me and looked me over with pitiful eyes

I was still wearing the same clothes, black jeans, bloodied, grey tank top and black laced up combat boots

" Let's go" He said and motioned with his head towards the door

I got up with no questions and followed him trough countless hallways and stair cases, we then walked into a big, club looking area, with loud music, lights dimmed, bars full with people all dressed professionally , mostly in suits and most likely, all part of the mafia.

Towards the back were some more men sitting at tables, some alone, some in companies, having drinks that were served for them by very promiscuously dressed waitresses , there were also some stripper poles around the place that were not occupied at the moment

We kept walking trough the the place, right across the dance floor

People threw curious glances at me, mostly those who had been working here

We left the loud area and kept walking trough some more halls, this place is definitely a maze, because I would not be able to find the way back to the room I woke up in

After some quiet time of walking we came to stop in front of a white door with matte glass in the middle
of it

We went in and the hospital smell hit me like a sack of rocks

"Oh Benny!" Exclaimed the middle aged women with greying hair and rushed towards the guy that brought me here giving him a hug

He looked at me with horror in his eyes, clearly embarrassed at the behaviour of this woman.

I would have most definitely laughed if I weren't stuck in a possible mafia whorehouse, possibly being the next in line to be one of those promiscuously dressed girls that were serving drinks, and that's if I'm lucky.