New Life

Chapter 2

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'Such a beauty. It's time to sleep babyboy' with that the cloth is over my mouth and nose, I try to hold my breath but I couldn't. Soon I am falling in to darkness, wondering how my life could get any worse?

The darkness soon began to fade as I fluttered my eyes open. It was blurry at first- the room I was in- but soon I was able to look around with clear vision. It struck me that I was laid upon a beautiful grand bed. It was so comfortable my body sinking into the mattress, it's as I am looking around that i come to realise my left hand is handcuffed to the bed post.

Huffing i twist slightly drawing the pin down my sleeve and into my hand where i then pick it up and quickly bring it to the handcuffs. Listening carefully for the clicking sound as i twists the pin to the right and then left.  It doesn't take long for the handcuff to click and unlock, letting my hand go free.

I pull from the restraint and carefully sit up. Moving off the bed I don't bother to look to the surely locked door but instead to the balcony. I carefully open the door letting the sunlight stream into my face. It's been too long since I was allowed to feel the sunlight.

It was a rule of my fathers- never to be out during the day. My job was to keep the house clean and prepare dinner for the evening. I was to leave at 6:30pm and normally would receive a text when allowed back although most nights, father wouldn't text and I was forced to stay out until 5am where it was rule for me to wake father.

It felt unusual to me... Not to have that anymore. Not to have the rule against day. The thought of no longer being scared of my father was thrilling. I had freedom from the prison of my father.

But yet... I felt sadness. I felt a strange sense of sadness. At the thought that the last person considered to be my family was dead. Considering- in theory- the last person to love and protect me. It was hard to work out whether or not I was sad and scared of the thought of never being loved again, of not knowing the monsters I was now under supervision of or whether his death was actually hurting my heart.  It was something I thought I would not want the answer to.

I walk to the end of the balcony allowing myself to overlook the beautiful view of the water. This house was upon waters edge. We must be an hours drive from where I presume town is. The house or should I say mansion was secluded. It had walls built high and a gate as an entrance- from what I could see. There were trees surrounding the walls preventing any spying or insight to the property from the outside. Even the beach was part of the land in which this house laid and therefore I suspected had its own security built around it and into the sea .

My thoughts were running wild with ideas. Who were those men? I knew they had to be powerful, had to have money and some sense of fear surrounding them. There were only a few known to have all of that. There were three mafia's whom held this kind of power and money.

1. Русская мафия - which were Russian Mobsters. They had come here to aligns themselves with the ones whom hold the most power here. Finding family within that mafia they were granted an area of land to operate from although they had to agree to follow the laws set by the one mafia that truly runs this place.

2. やくざ - which is pronounced yakuza. They were the Japanese mobsters whom are here illegally. They have come to try and over throw the current bosses. Declaring war upon them.

And 3. There were a view names they were known by. capitano della mafia were what most outsiders knew them by. They were the bosses of most if not all mafias. While within their near vicinity they were known as stili della mafia which loosely translated to Styles Mafia. Most powerful and definitely most feared. It was said that they were  merciless, they held no pity for those whom had got themselves into the situation they were. They were cruel and murders.. Torturing those that may not deserve while few others said they were fair with few morals. You could never be sure of what they truly were like not until you've met them.