Mafia: A Survival Game

Slowly opening my eyes, I felt a painful weakness all over my body. Listening to my feelings, I realized that my left hand was handcuffed to the bed. Jerking my hand, I heard a metallic clang. I sat up and looked around. I was lying on a large bed and fortunately dressed, but without shoes and a jacket. I was in a large room furnished in the Baroque style. But still, the headboard of the bed was metal with soft inserts. Suddenly, the door to the room opened and Donal came in. – I hate you! – I growled, twitching, – Where am I?! – Hush, dear, – the man smiled. – You're at Tom Hiddleston's house. Be grateful you didn't wake up in the basement. – So that's who you really are. Just another Hiddleston mutt! You bastard! I hate you! – I hissed, trying to get into a sitting position. – Hush, – Donal whispered, – If you don't twitch, it won't hurt. With the last of my strength, I began to kick. Grabbing my leg, Donal pinned it to the bed and grabbed the other one, leaned on me. With my free hand, I slammed my fist into the man's face. Growling, the bandit grabbed me by the neck and pressed me harder against the bed. – That's it, – Donal said, squeezing my throat. – Quiet, dear. Pulling something out of his pocket, the man held it to my shoulder. It was a shot again. I began to kick, but the grip on my neck tightened and I gave up and became quiet. My head was spinning and my stomach was turning inside out. – That's it, – Donal whispered, stroking my cheek and removing his hand from my neck. – Smart girl. Breathing greedily, I tried to hold back the tears that were bursting out. – No, be quiet. Just don't cry, – the bandit whispered, bending down to my face and scorching my skin with his hot breath. – I hate you, – I hissed, feeling everything slowly begin to swim before my eyes again. The last thing I felt before I passed out was someone else's lips touching my lips.

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And again, I open my eyes. Gradually. This time, the weakness increased and a slight headache was added. A few minutes later, I came to my senses and realized that I was chained to a chair and was in a large, dark office. I was shaking slightly from the adrenaline, and for some reason it was cold. How long have I been unconscious? An hour? Two? A day? – We've finally met, Kristina, – a deep voice said. Slowly raising my head to the source of the sound, I met the gaze of blue eyes. The mobster was standing in the shadows, near the table, and he was looking at me. Tom Hiddleston is the head of the English mafia and the most bloodthirsty man I know. Tall, brown-haired, with curly hair and cold, blue eyes. A copy of his father, who surpassed him many times. – Hiddleston, – I hissed. – I've been waiting for this moment for so long, darling, – the man grinned, taking a few steps in my direction. – I was waiting to be able to look into your insolent eyes. Another step and Hiddleston grabs me by the hair, forcing me to look at him. The sharp pain and the bright light that shone directly at me made my eyes water. The mobster studied me intently for a minute, and then his gaze settled on my lips. – In reality, you are much more beautiful than in the photo, – the man grinned, approaching my face. – Come on, smile. You always did that when you ruined my plans and stole my things! The mafia shouted the last words. Looking straight into the man's eyes, I smiled tightly, expecting a blow. But, a second later, Hiddleston digs into my lips with a growl. I tried to turn away, but the grip on my hair tightened and I froze. The brown-haired man greedily crushed my lips, biting. Suddenly, he bit hard on my lower lip, and I felt my mouth fill with blood. My stomach cramped. I started crying silently. No. I won't show him my weakness. After a minute, Tom pulls back and looks into my eyes. His lips are stained with my blood, which makes me feel sick again. Letting go of my hair, the mafia man sat down at the table and looked at me, admiring his work. Taking out a handkerchief, Hiddleston wiped his mouth without breaking eye contact with me. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. – Come in, – the man ordered. The door opened and someone entered the room, but I didn't see who. Since I was sitting with my back to the entrance. – Hamilton, – Hiddleston grinned, and my heart skipped a beat. – What did you come with? After taking a few steps forward, Edward stopped and looked at me. Tears flowed down my cheeks again, and in my father's eyes, I saw pain. Did he really come to set me free? But how did he know, or is it an incredible coincidence? – I came to talk, – Hamilton said, looking at the mafia boss. – I hope it's important, because I'm busy right now, – the man grinned bloodthirstily, looking me straight in the eye. – It's about my daughter, – her father said coldly. – Daughters?! – The mafia man's eyebrows shot up. – I didn't know you had it. Well, so what? – And the fact that Christina Page is my daughter! – my father said harshly, looking at Hiddleston. Unable to stand it, I sobbed and began to cry silently. My nervous system was at its limit, perhaps the effects of the injections had not yet passed. You never know what kind of crap they drugged me with. The shock that was reflected on the mafia's face was indescribable. Hiddleston's eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly. But, quickly regaining his composure, the man grinned. – Is it true? – Tom said, looking at me. – Yes, – I said as calmly as I could. – I wonder what you want from me? She owes me a lot, – Hiddleston said calmly, looking at his father. – And by right, in general, I should marry her. Isn't that right, Hamilton? I froze, analyzing what I had heard. Get married?! On me?! What kind of nonsense is this? My father clenched his hands into fists. – You'll get yours, Hiddleston. But, I just recently found out that she is my daughter. That's why I want to be with her, get to know her. I want her to stay with me for a few months, – Hamilton said, looking into my eyes, and I restrained my emotions with the last of my strength. – I'll let her go, but only for a month, – the mafia man said coldly. – Okay, then, I'll take her, – her father said harshly. – Right now. Hiddleston just calmly handed him the keys to the handcuffs. As soon as my hands were free, I felt relieved. As well as a hysterical fit. No. I was definitely drugged with some kind of stuff! Hamilton cupped my face in his hands and looked into my eyes. – Honey, how are you? – the man whispered. – Daddy, – I cried and hugged my father. – Hush, it's okay, honey. We're going home now. You're safe now. I'm here, my daughter. Picking me up in his arms, the man hugged me to him and quickly left the office. Burying my face in my father's neck, I closed my eyes and sank into a saving unconsciousness.