Zavi Covillie
The hell.
She tried to kill me, so if I hadn't ordered my men to put only a bullet in the gun earlier, she could have killed me.
That bitch!.
I was angry, angry that she disrespected me in front of my men, she was brave. No one looks me in the eye, but here the little whore was looking at me and challenging me, she even pointed a gun at my face.
If it was another girl, I could have let my men fuck her to death but she's mine. The thought of it alone is crazy.
That's the least punishment that I have given to anybody. I raked my hand through my hair as I sat down. I took a joint from the ashtray and lit it up.
I smoked and puffed it out as the smoke filled the room, relaxing me and lightening up my mood. At least she's fucking strong. Her stronghold on life is something to me.
I heard a few knocks at the door and looked at it.
"Come in," I gruffly said. The door opened and Davina walked in with her head down.
"The few injured girls have been prepped up for tonight's business." She reported. Earlier, there had been some commotion in the warehouse, the girls we abducted were stolen from the Russian Mafia and my men were able to kill them.
The traitor was one of my men, working for the Russians and Wallace was able to catch him on time. Wallace had some trouble retrieving the van of the girls but few were injured.
"Leave," I stated flatly. She bowed down and turned to leave but stopped midway. I looked up.
"Permit me to speak, Boss."
I nodded at her.
"On my way, I saw the men drag Nora back to her room, why?." She asked and I shot her a look.
"You said to speak and you asked me questions?."
Her eyes grew wide and she apologized immediately.
"She's trouble," I replied to her.
"She seems like a nice girl to me." She muttered.
I scoffed.
"I don't care what you think of her, Get out!."
She turned and ran out of the room.
Nice shitty girl my foot. That motherfucker hears Italian, I knew when she gasped and also from her reaction. I ignored it because of my men. The Italian mafia doesn't like intruders who speak Italian, definitely not from a girl from Edinburgh, because all our involvement was with Italian. We communicate with the language and if they find out, she'd be gone. Surely, there's more to this girl that I don't know of.
Two days later.
Vanora Campbell.
Monster.
That's what he is. I woke up very angry, this is the third day and I'm hungry as fuck. I think I've lost some weight also. My body shook from being famished for too long.
I'm going to kill Zavi.
He made my nights horrible with shitty nightmares. Every night, I would suck up on that bed seeing the man that I had killed look at me, with those cold lifeless eyes.
The door opened and a very worried Davina came in with a tray in her hands. She dropped it on the bed and said, "Oh dear. I asked you to be careful. Look how pale you've become,"
I shifted the plate forward and mumbled, "I look like shit!." She nodded in agreement and I devoured the food like the hungry beast I am.
"I'm gonna kill your motherfucker boss," I said.
She smiled, "Believe me, all of us said that."
I look up at her, so she will know I'm not fucking joking, "And I'm gonna fulfill it."
The door flew open and Wallace walked in.
He smirked, I've not seen him since the night he threatened me, is it like three days now?.
"I came back with someone finally giving me good news about you. It sure gives me joy seeing you so miserable. You are not special after all."
His cruel words pierce into my mind as I twirled the fuck I used to eat in my hand.
"I feel like slaughtering you like the animal that you are." I spat in anger.
He frowned and looked very pissed.
"Zavi wants to see you now."
"He should go to hell."
Even Davina gasped and held my hand.
A very pissed Wallace walked towards me and grabbed my top and looked into my eyes, "You still don't know who we are and who Zavi is."
"You're in the mafia, and your master is the mafia boss. Don't fucking remind me that." His eyes twinkled and his eyes met mine.
"Are you surprised?." I teased, his breath was hot on my face.
"Then you and Zavi have a lot to talk about." He dragged me out of the bed and I screamed.
"Let me eat." It was all in vain as Wallace led me to Zavi's room.
***
Zavi looked at me and dropped a bag in front of me.
"Get into the shower and prepare yourself in this dress," He stood up and walked out with Wallace.
I breathed out and opened the bag.
Spaghetti lip gloss red dress was seen in the bag, it would barely reach above my knee. What are his plans now?.
He starved me for two days and he's now buying me clothes?. What the hell…
**
I stepped out of the room, looking at Zavi and Wallace as they conversed lowly to themselves. I gave them a suspicious look and Wallace returned a glaring look before walking away.
His eyes were looking all over me and the minute they rested on my eyes, he cleared his throat and looked away.
"Put on your shoes and let's get the hell out of here!."
Where the fuck are we going?.
I looked down at the pair of black stilettos and put them on. The moment I slipped them on, he grabbed me and pushed me out through the hallway.
"Easy, Mr. Zavi," I muttered, biting my lower lip in anger.
"Shut up!." He growled.
He led me down the stairs and out into his garage.
My eyes grew wide when I saw so many expensive cars in his garage. He's rich as fuck.
A white Lamborghini pulled up in front of us, he pushed me in and entered, and the car sped off.