by Kitty Parker
Andrew let go of my wrist and sat down in one of the chairs. I remained standing staring at the man across from me. He seemed to be looking me over, as if I was under inspection.
"Where am I?"
"Now, I don't think you are in any position to ask questions so why don't you keep quite and only speak when spoken to." He said with that same cruel smile.
He reached across his desk and pulled over a small folder, from which he withdrew a sheet of paper. His eyes scanned the paper before returning to me. He set the paper down in front of him and folded his hands.
"Emma Nicole Tavor. Daughter of David and Sheryl Tavor. Seventeen years old, born April 16th 1989. Recently graduated from Beverly Hills High with a 3.8 grade point average. Hair color brown, eye color brown, height 5'4, weight 104 pounds." He said all this smiling at the shocked look on my face.
How did he know all of this? How did he get this information? Was I being spied on?
"Only heir to the Tavor Mafia." He said as his eyes bore into me.
Mafia? What the hell is he talking about? I wasn't in some stupid Mafia. For a guy that knew everything else about me he sure as hell got that wrong. His smile seemed to falter when he saw my confused expression.
"What are you talking about? What Mafia?" I asked ignoring the fact that I had not been asked a question.
Andrew shot him a confused glance and the man smile turned into a sneer.
"Don't play stupid! You know what I'm talking about!" He yelled in frustration.
"No I don't."
"Your father is the head of the Tavor Mafia!" He screamed at me.
"No, he's a business man."
"Where do you think he goes on all those business trips?"
This caught me off guard. I never once knew where he was at or what he was doing. He had always said it was business. I never questioned where our money came from. It had always been there no questions asked.
"I don't know." I said quietly with my head bent towards the ground.
With a frustrated growl he pressed a button on the intercom system and asked for a man named Seth. Seth walked into the room seconds later and stood next to me. I recognized him as the one that had told me to calm down on the plane.
"Seth take her to her room."
He nodded his hand a grabbed my wrist leading me out of the room, down the hall, and up the stairs.
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"I can't believe this!" My dad screamed.
"Dad, do you think she really doesn't know?" I asked my father standing up from my seat.
"I doubt she knows anything about it! That stupid father of hers has obviously kept her in the dark all these years!"
How could someone keep that secret from their own child? How did you keep that you were the head of a large powerful Mafia hidden? I always knew, I grew up around this stuff. I started to work for my dad three years ago when I was sixteen. Now that I'm nineteen, I'm in training to take over when he dies.
"What are we going to do?" I asked my dad.
"We're going to keep her here, as of now she's yours, you can do whatever you want with her except kill her."
"Fine." This wasn't the first time I was given a person to do with as I pleased and it probably wouldn't be the last.
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The man that I had learned was Seth led me up to the second floor and down a hallway. We stopped at the end and he opened the door and led me inside. Then he turned and left. I could hear the faint click of the lock. I looked around to find that I was in a large lavish room. It was bigger than my own. It was decorated in soft pink and lavenders. A large bed sat against the back wall and I could see a large bathroom and a good-sized walk in closet.
I actually expected to be thrown into some dungeon that was like a jail cell. This was the farthest thing from it. It was if I was not a prisoner but a guest. Not bothering to look around I went over and crawled under the covers. I was tired, cold, scared, and alone. I fell asleep almost as soon as my head touched the soft pillow and wished that this were all just a dream.
Chapter 3
The next morning I woke up as the sun coming through the window warmed my face. I felt like crap. I was still in that damn dress, which was now beyond ever being worn again, not like I would want to, and I was still here, it wasn't a dream.
I sat up in the bed and rubbed my eyes. I swung my feet over the edge and touched the soft pink carpet. No sooner than my feet rested flat on the ground the door swung open. Standing on the threshold was Seth. He walked over to the edge of the bed and stood there staring at me.
"What?" I finally asked, tired of being gawked at.
"Come on." He said grabbing my wrist and hoisted me from the bed.
He began to lead me out the door. I pulled back on my arm trying to stop, but all that got me was a swift jerk from Seth and a sore shoulder. My God that man had a grip of steel! He drug me down the hall to a door and opened it. Inside was Andrew. He looked up from his reclining position on his bed and smirked. Bastard.
"Thanks Seth." He said dismissing him.
Seth nodded and left the room closing the door behind him. Andrew stood up from his bed and walked over to me. He walked in circles around me. I put all my energy into glaring at him.
"For a rich girl, I thought you would have been cleaned up." He said coming to a stop in front of me.
I glared at him.
"What you don't want to talk now? You wanted to talk last night."
Glare.
"That's a very pretty dress."
More glaring.
"Makes me wonder what's underneath it." He said raising his eyebrows
Crossing my arms over my chest and more glaring.
"Well we could always do other things than talk."
At this my eyes got wide as he moved closer to me and wrapped an arm around my waist. I quickly slipped out of his grip and stepped away from him. He smirked at me again and walked closer.
"That's no way to treat your new owner." He said continuing to smirk.
"Owner?" I said putting a hand on my hip.
"She speaks!" He said raising his hands towards the ceiling.
"Yeah, so!"
"Wasn't sure of you could still talk."
"Whatever. Where am I?" I asked for I don't know what time since I had been here.
"My house."
"Duh! Where on the map."
"New York."
No wonder it was so cold. WAIT! New York! I lived in California, that was all the way across the country! This was not good! I was far from home, very far. Did they even know that I was gone yet?
"So Emma, I'm guessing you want to get out of that dress."
"Yeah."
"Actually you know what? I like it on you, so I think you can stay in it."
"What? No! This thing is uncomfortable."
"Maybe you should think about that next time before you spend thousands on a designer dress."
"I didn't buy it."
"That's right you used Daddy's credit card to buy it." He said sneering at me.
I was getting angry with this guy. What the hell is wrong with him? Did he enjoy torturing me? I turned to leave; only to have my hand caught by his. He spun me around and glared at me. His deep green eyes bore into my chocolate brown ones. We stood there for who knows how long before he let my hand go.
"Take a shower and meet me outside of your room in one hour." He said before pushing me out the door and closing it behind me.
Could you be any ruder? I walked back down the hall and into my room. I stepped into the bathroom. It had been decorated in soft lavenders. The fixtures were all made from silver. The shower was completely enclosed in fogged glass. Off to the side on the opposite side of the room was a large bathtub made from white marble.
I quickly stripped out of my dress, glad to be rid of it, and laid my undergarments on the counter near the sink. I slipped into the shower and closed the door. Turning hot
water on I sighed as it cascaded over my body. It felt so good; I stood there for a good five minutes enjoying the warmth. I opened my eyes to find soaps and shampoos seated on a shelf. I grabbed a bottle labeled vanilla, my favorite scent, and washed my hair.
After I finished my long, hot, steamy shower, I hopped out and reached for my clothes. That's when it hit me. I didn't have any clothes. All I had was the underwear and bra I had worn the night before, okay eww not wearing those again, and that stupid dress which was now a crumpled heap on the floor. I grabbed a large, white, fluffy, towel that was hanging on a rack and wrapped it around myself.
Stepping out into my room I made my way towards the closet. Let me tell you, this thing was huge! The first time I saw it I thought it was just a regular closet. I was wrong, wrong in so many ways. This had to be the size of my bedroom back at home! There were shelves upon shelves, racks upon racks, mirror upon mirrors. This thing could go on forever! I did however notice one thing they all had in common. They were all empty. Not a single stitch of clothing anywhere! Not on the racks or shelves or hangers.
Frustrated I left the closet and sat on my bed. What the hell was I supposed to wear? I couldn't wear the same clothes for the rest of my life! Okay maybe not the rest of my life, but however long I was in this horrible place.
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I had just finished pulling on my brown polo shirt when someone knocked on my door. I thought it would be Emma, but when I answered the door it was Seth. I was a little disappointed that it wasn't her but I got over it.
"Andy what are you doing?" Seth asked walking into my room.
"I just finished getting dressed am I'm about to go meet Emma."
"For what?"
"I don't know, whatever I tell her to do." I said shrugging my shoulders and plastering and evil grin on my face.
"Never mind I don't wanna know." He said holding up his hands.
"Don't worry you won't."
"Oh yeah I forgot to tell you, your dad wants to see you downstairs now."
"For what?"
"I don't know he just told me to come and get you."
"Fine. Go watch her and make sure she doesn't come out." I said over my shoulder as I walked out the door and down the stairs.
Walking into my dad's study I found him sitting behind his desk reading through some papers. He didn't notice me come in. I guess I kind of scared him when I flopped down into one of the chairs.
"Seth said you wanted to see me."
"Yes. I wanted to tell you that I just sent a letter to the girl's father demanding a large ransom. So that means that she is not to be harmed in any way." He said giving me a look I knew all too well.
"Fine, Fine. I know."
"Good that's all, you can go now." He said returning his gaze to the paper in front of him.
I walked back up the stairs and headed towards Emma's room. Seth wasn't standing outside and I could hear her yelling inside. That probably wasn't good. I quickened my pace and made it to her room and pushed the door open.
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I was sitting on my bed still trying to figure out what I was going to do about clothes when my door opened. It was Seth. He just stood there and closed the door. He seemed to be shocked that I was only wrapped in a towel, but that didn't keep him from staring.
"GET OUT!" I screamed at him.
"I have orders to make sure that you don't leave this room.
"I DON'T CARE! GET OUT!" This time I grabbed one of the pillows sitting on the bed and threw it at him.
He caught it and dropped it to the floor. Stupid man! I was about ready to throw another pillow at him, I even had it in my hand ready to launch it at his head when the door opened and Andrew stepped in. This was just peachy! Exactly what I wanted a room with two men both staring at me, in a towel, only a towel.
"What are you screaming about?" Andrew asked narrowing his eyes at me.
"GET OUT!" This time I launched the pillow at Andrew's head. It hit. YAY ME!
Okay maybe hitting him in the face with a pillow was not the best idea in the world. He looked mad, okay maybe not mad, let's say furious.
"Seth can you give us some privacy." He said through his teeth.
Without a word Seth left. He left! Not good, I was in a room alone with Mr. Angry face, in a towel, and I was running out of pillows. He strode over to the bed in four long steps. I know I'm short and all but with me sitting on the bed and him standing up, damn that was scary.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" He asked me with his fist clenched at his sides.
"I..uh.. Well I don't have any clothes to wear." I said quietly.
He let out a long breath and the looked at me. "Stay here." He left the room only to come back minutes later.
In his arms he held clothes. He threw them on the bed and then turned around. I picked up the clothes and noticed they were men's clothes. He had given me a pair of gray gym shorts and a black T-shirt.
"Why aren't you changing." He said with his back still towards me.
"Umm.. I don't have any underwear." I said turning about three shades of red.
"Wear the ones you had on last night."
"Ew. That's just gross."
"Well then I guess your going commando." He said, I could hear the smirk in his voice.
"No way!"
"Fine, don't move."
He left the room again and this time came back empty handed.
"We don't have any for you. No girls live here. So I sent Aidan out to go buy some and some other clothes for you."
Oh that was just great. They sent a guy out shopping! I didn't even want to think about what kind of panties he would bring back.
"So does that mean I have to stay in this towel till he comes back?"
"No."
"Well then what am I supposed to wear."
He motioned towards the pile of clothes he had given me. I sighed realizing he was right. I picked them up and walked into the bathroom, locking the door. I slipped my bra back on and then put the shirt he had given me on. That thing was huge! I swallowed me. It hung down past my knees, making it look like a short dress. Since I still didn't feel comfortable in my, ahem, nether regions, I used the towel and wrapped it around my waist. It served as a fluffy, white, floor length skirt.
"I'm dressed." I said stepping out to find Andrew lounging on my bed.
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Okay now that we had gotten the whole 'oh my God, get out moment,' out of the way, I was waiting for her to come out of the bathroom. I had given her some of my old clothes that no longer fit me and sent Aidan out to buy some new clothes for her. God knows what he'll come back with. Just as I was wondering how long it took one person to change she stepped out.
The shirt I had given her looked like it could fit four of her at one time. It hung loosely to her frame and came down past her knees. I chuckled when I saw how she used the towel as a skirt. Women and their fashion. I bet she's upset that the towel isn't designer.
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He laughed at me! He actually laughed at me! I thought I looked pretty good for someone who was in an oversized shirt and a towel. I folded my arms across my chest and pushed one hip out to the side.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Your impeccable since of fashion." He replied teasingly.
"I couldn't give a damn about fashion." I replied.
This seemed to catch him by surprise.
"Then why were you wearing a Versace dress."
"My dad bought it for me and made me wear it to some stupid party."
"Oh. Well I'm guessing you're hungry."
"Yeah I am."
"I'll have someone send up some breakfast and we can eat in here. I guessing you don't want to go down to the dining room like that."
"Thanks."
Maybe he wasn't as bad as I first thought he was. What am I thinking! Of course he's bad!
He's the son of a Mafia leader, and the fact that he told me to go commando doesn't help either!
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Maybe she wasn't the typical rich girl as I first thought her to be. What am I thinking! Of course she is. She probably took acting classes and is lying to my face. She is the daughter of a Mafia leader, and the fact that she threw a pillow at my face doesn't help either.
Chapter 4
We sat in silence for a couple of minutes before a man, who didn't bother to introduce himself, brought up a tray filled with assorted breakfast foods. He walked out and shut the door without a word. My mouth was practically drooling when I saw the food, I hadn't even realized I was this hungry. I actually wiped a hand across my mouth to see if I was drooling. It wasn't figment of my imagination. I snatched up a piece of toast and devoured it within five seconds.
"Hungry?" Andrew asked me raising an eyebrow. I wish I could do that!
I shook my head in response and grabbed three more pieces of toast and ate them in a time that I thought deserved to go into the world record books. The only thing he had eaten was an apple that he was currently chewing on. I was about to shove yet another piece of toast into my mouth, but I stopped mid air when I saw him staring at me.
"What?"
"Didn't peg you as a girl that ate a lot." He said shrugging his shoulders and took another bite out of his apple.
"What kind of girl did you peg me as?" I asked nibbling on my toast.
"The anorexic type that only drank fluids and ate when she had to."
"WHAT! I am not anorexic" I protested.
"Oh so your bulimic and your just going to throw up all that toast. You know what they say, bulimia twice the taste no calories." He smirked this time. I couldn't tell if he was serious or joking.
"I'm not bulimic either!"
"Right with that tiny body."
"I was born this way and I like it thank you very much!"
"Okay. Don't go ballistic on me."
We didn't talk the rest of breakfast. I didn't want to talk to that jerk anyway. After I finished he placed the tray on the bedside table and got up and headed for the door.
"Where are you going?"
"My room. You can't go out like that, in a house full of men. I'll come and get you when Aidan gets back with some clothes." He said closing the door leaving me in silence.