ARIA

I couldn't stop the scream from leaving my mouth as the second man Maximo killed dropped to the floor. Everyone turned to look at me, but I could only look Maximo in the eye. His dark stare terrified me, and I no longer saw attraction or desire in it. Instead, I saw unadulterated rage and fury. In that moment, I wished I could understand what the other man told him to make him react this way.

This wasn't the man that saved me from being raped or the man that had touched me and looked at me with so much desire. The man who stood before me was a monster.

"Who are you, and what do you want from me?" I asked with venom in my voice.

He marched towards me, and I subconsciously cowered to protect myself. He got to where I was and crouched down to my level.

"You really got yourself into trouble, Red," he growled as his hand reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. His calloused fingers touched my cheek, and goosebumps rose on my skin. I shivered as I wondered how many people he had killed with those hands.

My skin crawled immediately as I moved away from him. He chuckled darkly before he gripped my chin roughly.

"Don't f*cking touch me," I hissed as I tried to get out of his grip.

My efforts were futile, as I was literally chained to the floor. His eyes hardened, and he brought his face closer to mine.

"I was just inside you yesterday," he said as a sick, twisted smile appeared on his lips. "You moaned my name, and now you don't want me touching you." His tone was mocking. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I wished I could kill him.

"You f*cking slept with her?" The same man from behind asked in anger. I assumed that was his brother because their resemblance was uncanny.

Maximo's jaws clenched as he stood up and turned to his brother.

"I clearly didn't know who she was," Maximo spat.

They had an intense staring battle before Maximo turned to his men, who were standing behind him.

"Unchain her," he ordered.

I watched as they searched my stepfather's dead body for the keys before coming over to work on the heavy metal that bound my limbs.

I still didn't know who he really was, but it was obvious he held so much power.

"Who the f*ck are you guys, and what do you want with me?" I screamed.

They all ignored me, and I wished I could punch them in the face.

Maximo walked up to me and dragged me by my arm. I winced as I stood weakly on my feet.

"Where are you taking me?" I screamed again.

I was terrified, and I knew he didn't have anything good in store for me. I had faced death so many times in my life that I wasn't scared anymore. Dying was definitely better than facing any kind of torture.

"Just kill me here."

"Stop talking," Maximo ordered harshly as his icy gray eyes came to meet mine.

"I don't even know who you really are. I–"

He gripped my chin again, this time a little rougher than before.

"Give me the duct tape," he growled to no one in particular, while still maintaining eye contact with me.

Without thinking, I raised my knee to hit him in the groin. I should have known that was a horrible idea, because he caught my knee with one hand and immediately had me against the floor.

I threw myself against his arm, and he easily pinned me down with his weight. Angry tears welled up in my eyes as I remembered how helpless I was.

"You shouldn't have f*cking done that," he tsked as he taped my mouth shut.

"Where are you taking her?" I heard his brother ask as he got up and carried me on his shoulder.

"She's mine to deal with."

My head spun as I bounced on his hard and muscular shoulder blade. I tried to protest, but I knew it was useless and would only cause me unnecessary pain.

I heard the sound of a door opening, and before I could realize it, I was thrown into a dark space. It took me a moment to realize I was in the trunk of his car-the same car we had sex in.

My breathing accelerated, and I began to sweat. The car started moving, and I felt like throwing up. I placed my tongue on the roof of my mouth as I tried to hold it back. Throwing up was definitely not a good idea in my situation, especially since I had duct tape over my mouth.

My breath became short, and my head spun as the car continued to move. At each bump or pothole, my body bounced and jostled, accelerating my disorientation and panic.

Slowly, the car came to a stop, and I heard the sound of the door being opened and closed. I squinted my eyes as the trunk was opened. Maximo roughly bundled me out of the dark space and onto his shoulders again. All my blood rushed to my head as it hung upside down against his body.

Fearful greetings met my ears as he walked into the house. From the flooring alone, I could tell that his house was a mansion. I bounced against his shoulder as he climbed the stairs. The sound of a door being unlocked filled my ears, and before I knew it, we had entered the room, and I was thrown roughly onto a soft bed.

I groaned as my eyes spun, while Maximo grabbed my arms and handcuffed them to the metal headboard of the bed.

Fury boiled inside me as he pinned me down on the bed with one knee and accessed my face.

"Scar!" His brother's voice boomed from outside the room.

They were going to discuss my death. My heart beat harshly against my ribcage as Maximo got up and left the room.

Harsh voices were heard from outside as they argued. My head spun, and I shut my eyes tightly as I tried to listen to bits of their conversation.

"Why are you keeping her?" His brother barked. "She needs to be killed immediately!"

"Even though you're my brother, you shouldn't forget that I'm still your Don. Never question my decisions!" Maximo growled.

My heartbeat stopped.

Maximo was a Don? A mafia don?

My father was killed by the mafia. My mother ran away and got into an abusive marriage, which eventually led to her death because of the mafia. I grew up with an abusive stepfather because of the mafia. My grandmother and aunt are still in hiding till this day because of the f*cking mafia!

My vision blurred as a seething rage bubbled up inside me. I zoned out and didn't get the rest of their conversation. My hands balled into fists as Maximo barged back into the room again. He headed for the bed and crouched beside me.

Suddenly, I felt sharp stinging sensations on my mouth and areas around it as he ripped the duct tape off my skin. Without thinking, I spat on his face. A little sense of satisfaction went through me as I watched the shock on his face. Calmly, he pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his face.

"You're going to regret doing that," he growled as his hand came around my throat.

His entire hand covered my neck, and I waited for the choking pain to come. He wasn't pressing hard enough, and I didn't like that.

"Is this the best you've got?" I spat as I looked him in the eyes.

"Just kill me now. Don't waste my time," I hissed.

He growled as he pressed my neck harder and used his body to pin me to the bed. I could feel the hard ridges of his body against me, and my mind flashed to the way his hands touched me in sinful places.

"You're so f*cking clueless," he seethed as he brought his face closer to mine.

His warm breath fanned my face, and my skin tingled with awareness. I looked into his eyes and saw the desire brimming within them.

"You don't know how every single thing you do turns me on," he murmured against my ear. My body flushed as electricity zinged through my veins.

"You don't realize how f*cking weak you make me." He sounded like he was angry with himself for feeling that way.

He quickly got away from my body, and I went cold from the lack of contact.

"You were a good f*ck," he spat, his voice suddenly turning cold. "And I would definitely love to f*ck you again before I finally kill you."

My breath hitched in my throat as he smirked darkly at me.

"And you're going to let me, because you want this as much as I do."

ARIA

I opened my eyes and immediately closed them again, wincing from the bright light that flooded into the room. I opened my eyes again and gazed outside. The sky was beautiful, and the sun's golden light streamed through the window, casting long shadows on the floor.

I would have smiled at the perfect view, but a heavy weight hung in my chest. I felt like Rapunzel-seeing the beautiful scenery through the window but never getting out.

Except I wasn't Rapunzel. I wasn't a f*cking princess.

I am a captive. A mere prisoner waiting for slaughter. The handcuffs that bound me to the bed were a harsh reminder.

The door to my room opened and two young women stepped in, each carrying a tray. They both dropped the trays on a small stool at the foot of the bed, and I recognized the look of pity they cast at me.

I don't need any fucking pity.

"Your food," the taller of the two announced.

I scoffed bitterly. 

"Is Maximo such a pussy that he can't even kill me himself? Instead, he's resorting to poisoning me?"

They looked at me in horror, like they couldn't imagine me insulting their almighty Don.

"You can't speak of the Don like that," the same one that spoke earlier said again.

"Or what? He'll kill me?" I laughed. "I don't really care. He'll still kill me after all."

She sighed, but remained standing. I ignored them, but they just stood there, both staring at me like I was an animal in a zoo.

"Why are you both still here?" I snapped.

"We've been ordered to feed you..."

"And how do you intend to do that?" I asked.

"I have a key to your handcuff," she said. "I'll take it off, you eat and then I'll put it back."

I looked at the frail women that stood before me and laughed.

"Is this a joke?" I asked. "I can overpower both of you and run away..."

She smiled, and I recognized something sinister about it.

"You can't escape. Nobody ever escapes from Scar."

Her words rang in my head as I was reminded of Maximo's threat from yesterday.

"Get out," I said softly as one tear fell from my eyes.

They remained standing and I started screaming.

"Get out! Get the fuck out!" I yelled, trashing against the bed. I could feel my wrists getting sore from the way I tugged against the handcuffs, but I didn't care.

"If Maximo wants to kill me, then he should do it himself!"

They turned to leave, staring at me like I was a lunatic.

After they left, I sobbed and sobbed till I fell asleep due to exhaustion.

A tap on my leg woke me up. I opened my eyes to see the taller maid from earlier. 

"I've prepared a bath for you," she said, but I just stared emptily at her.

She tried to convince me to get up, telling me how her Don would be displeased.

Well, f*ck her and her stupid Don.

When her efforts proved futile, she left me alone.

***

"You need to take a shower. You stink," the maid said, and for the first time since I got here, I smiled.

For the past three days, I kept refusing every food brought to me. I also refused to get out of bed to take a shower. Anything could be a scheme to get me killed.

"Fine," I said with a deep sigh.

I needed to be out of these handcuffs anyway. My arms hurt badly from being secured against the metal headboard for days.

The maid looked surprised, but she quickly masked the look on her face as she came to work on my handcuffs.

"What is your name?" I asked.

"Maria," she replied curtly.

I groaned as I stood up from the bed. My body shook due to how weak I was. I removed the dress I was wearing, and without caring that Maria was looking, I stripped till I was completely naked.

She led me to the bathroom and I gasped as I took in the space, immediately struck by its simplicity and beauty. The walls are painted white, and the floor was made of smooth, polished tiles.

I caught my reflection in the large, rectangular mirror above the sink, and my heart ached at the way my body looked frail and malnourished.

"Being stubborn won't get you anywhere," Maria suddenly said, noticing the way I stared at my reflection with tears in my eyes.

Anger and pain surged inside me, and I balled my hands into tight fists.

I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down, before stepping towards the bathtub.

The bathtub was a simple yet beautiful white porcelain design, with clean lines and a smooth finish. I stepped in and my body instantly relaxed in the warm water.

Maria left me, giving me privacy. I shaved and washed myself thoroughly, wincing as the water and sponge came in contact with my sore wrist. I spent time washing my hair, then after the bath, I brushed my teeth and washed my mouth.

I wrapped myself with a white, fluffy towel and stepped into the bedroom. I saw that a simple, white dress had been kept on the bed for me. I applied some lotion on my body before putting on the dress.

"Your food is ready," Maria said as I walked back to the bed.

"I'm not hungry."

I was starving, but for some reason, I wanted to provoke Maximo. I didn't want to follow his rules or do whatever he wanted me to do.

I wanted to provoke him to the point where he would just kill me.

Maria sighed and turned to leave the room, knowing better than to try to convince me otherwise.

"If you continue this way, you'll get to see why they call him Scar," she said and her words sent a chilling fear down my spine. 

"And I don't wish that on anyone. Not even my worst enemy."

***

The room was dark and quiet and I occupied myself by staring outside the window. I was mesmerized by the beautiful view of the moonlight. The sky was dark and clear, with millions of stars twinkling above. The full moon cast a soft glow that filtered through the window,  and I shivered as the cool night breeze followed.

I heard the door opening, and I rolled my eyes at how relentless Maria was being.

"Can't you give up already?" I said without turning.

"If Scar really wants me dead, then he should f*cking kill me, instead of sending food to me everyday."

"Now, where's the fun in that?"

My heart dropped at the deep, gravelly voice. I turned and surely, it was Maximo. He looked scary, leaning against the doorframe with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his tattooed arms.

My breath hitched as he marched towards the bed. I could see his face now, and he looked furious.

"Are you here to finally finish the job?" I managed to voice out.

Maximo chuckled harshly, and the sound made goosebumps rise on my skin.

"I'm not killing you, Red," he said, brushing a stand of hair behind my ear. I shivered as his fingers made contact with my skin, and he smirked devilishly.

"At least, not until I'm done with you yet. By then, you'd be begging me to end your life..."

I gulped as terror went through me.

He brought out a key from his pocket and moved to release me from the handcuffs.

"But for now, you eat."