Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion

Although there was a perfect art studio separated by only just a door from where I was sitting, I had no mood nor motivation to create any artwork at all.

I laid down on the sofa and covered my eyes with my hands as a sense of dread filled me. Is Hayden really going to lock me up in here until I rot and die?

With my eyes closed, my brain got to work at trying to dissect the situation so that I could better understand it. When it happened, I was very tired and sleepy and so it slipped my mind until just now. However, if I wasn’t mistaken, Hayden said something about peace and him losing his brother, didn’t he?

Come to think of it, Hayden never got around to telling me how Harvey passed away and how Amelia ended up in that state that she was in. Then all those times before people in his gang and Hayden himself kept on saying that Harvey’s death was Hayden’s fault.

I didn’t know enough to conclude or understand anything but for some reason, I had a strange feeling that if I found out what happened back then, I would come to understand Hayden. I would finally understand him, what he thought, and why he was acting this way.

The real problem was how am I going to find out. Could I simply just ask for him to tell me? Was there someone in the mansion that knew and would be willing to tell me? Does Auntie know? Will she tell me? My mind was fully loaded with questions that I desperately needed answers to.

I have to get to the bottom of this before it drives me crazy for real.

I turned restlessly on the sofa as I debated with myself on what to do next. Suddenly, loud knocking sounds erupted from the door that separated the room that I was in from the hallway. It’s not Hayden and it’s not Auntie. So, who could it be?

"Come in!" I called from where I was on the sofa.

There was brief pause of silence before a booming voice called back from the other side of the door.

"I can’t. I’m not allowed inside!" a man’s voice replied.

I was confused at what the voice said. The man on the other side of the door isn’t allowed inside this room?

"Malissa, can you come to the door?" the man requested.

Although I was very confused, I decided to approach the door. Once I stood in front of it, I placed a hand on the door. This thick piece of wood is isolating me from the outside world.

"I’m here," I said through the door.

I think I’ve heard the man’s voice somewhere before, but I didn’t quite recall.

"I’m Luka. We’ve met before. My men and I saved you and Hayden when you both fell down a cliff...do you remember?" Luka said.

Oh, so that’s why his voice sounded familiar. I recalled the face of the old man who led the team to save us when we fell. Why is Luka here?

"Yes, I remember," I replied.

"I’m here to talk to you," Luka said.

I figured out that much…

"Why can’t you come inside? You can’t open the door?" I asked, curiously.

If we can talk face-to-face, then maybe this is the opportunity for me to convince him to let me out.

"I can open the door, but I’m not allowed to. Hayden won’t let me…" Luka said followed by a laugh as if he thought that Hayden’s idea was ridiculous.

"I see…" I mumbled and I wasn’t sure if he could hear me from the other side of the door.

What does he want to talk to me about? Luka was silent and I wondered if he was still there.

"Luka? What do you want to talk to me about?" I asked.

"I just thought that perhaps, you would want to know about what is going on outside…" Luka said sternly.

"What is going on?" I mumbled to myself.

"What is going on? Did something happen?" I asked loudly to make sure that he could hear me.

"Let’s just say that things are not so peaceful in our world right now. There are many…uncertainties," Luka replied a little hesitantly.

"What does that mean?" I asked, cluelessly.

When he’s referring to ’our world’ he means the mafia world, right?

"There’s been more conflicts between the gang and smaller gangs lately. Small conflicts and small fights here and there. Nothing serious and nothing major but who knows where all of this can lead…" Luka said solemnly.

Without knowing it, I had moved so close to the door that I had both my hands pressed against it along with the side of my face.

"What does that…have to do with me?" I asked, trying to understand what he’s trying to say.

"It’s not safe out there, missy," Luka replied sternly.

"Are you trying to say that it’s better for me to be locked up in here? Just because it’s safer?" I asked as my brows furrowed.

If Luka is unfairly on Hayden’s team, then I can’t believe a thing that he’s saying. How can he think that it’s better for me to be caged in here?

"Malissa, the boss sent me to here to say the things that he knows Hayden won’t ever say. He sent me here to tell you things that Hayden won’t. That’s honestly why I’m here. I’m here to keep you from going insane while you’re left in the dark," Luka said with a hint of frustration and slight annoyance in his voice.

--To be continued…