Kidnapping Gone Right?

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SHE NOTICED A VAN FOLLOWING HER AS SHE SPOKE TO HER MOTHER. It was an all black Cadillac with tinted windows and black rims. It practically screams bad news. It’s been following since she’d left my apartment this morning.

“Ma, I’ve already talked to the cops about the cameras and things I’ve found around my apartment, as well as the feeling of being watched. They’ve done nothing but tell me there was nothing I could do as I’ve not actually been harmed. It’s been five years of this, at this point I’d rather they just take me and stop playing these mind games. I feel like I’m going insane watching my back everywhere I go,” she said as she brushed a hand through her box braids in frustration.

“Baby come home. I don’t like you being there alone where your father and I can’t protect you. You’re my oldest baby and my first real love sugar cakes, I can’t lose you. Just say the word and I’ll be there in a matter of minutes,” her mother, Sarah Smith, said trying to convince Justine.

“As much as I would love to come home, there’s no way I’m putting you guys in danger. There’s no telling who these people are or what they’re capable of. They have probably tapped my phone and bought off the police already. You guys are all I have to live for and I refuse to lose any of you over a possible psycho. Trust that you and dad prepared me for things like this and have faith in me mama. I’ll always come home to you.”

“That was real touching but I’m gonna need you to came with us princess,” came a sarcastic voice behind her. She turned around quickly to find a sleazy man with what appeared to be a fake tan.

“Who was that baby? What’s happening?” Sarah questioned rapidly.

“I love you ma and I’ll call as soon as I can. Don’t do anything dramatic I’ll be home soon.” She hung up before her mother could say anything. “Well it seems like someone has finally grown some balls. Let me guess your boss wants to see me? How original,” Justine taunted.

“And how do you know I’m not the boss little Einstein?”

“Have you looked in the mirror lately? Between the fake tan, greasy hair and poorly fitted suit you could never be anything more than a henchman. Also the fact that no one with a car like that and the technology that’s been planted in my home would ever do his own dirty work,” She retorted smugly.

She was met with a hard slap across the face and a chloroform rag. The sudden attack left her unable to hold her breath so as not to breathe in the toxic substance and darkness fell soon after.

Justine woke with a start, jumping out of her sleep. With both head and body throbbing as if she’d been hit by a truck, she took in her surroundings. Floor to ceiling windows let in the late afternoon sun but blacked out curtains limited it’s reach into the room. Glancing around she was met with more black furniture with small hints of white and gray every so often. There was a set of French doors and two regular doors.

One of these has to lead to the bathroom, she thought. And so began her search.

Getting out of the bed proved to be a task itself with a sore body but her bladder urged her forward. The first door was locked, probably the way out of here. The second was bathroom leaving the last as the wardrobe. After locking the door, she rushed to the toilet and handled her business. When she finally saw her face in the mirror she cursed under her breath. Her brown skin was covered in bruises and she knew exactly who to blame. With a promising nod she threw her red braids into a ponytail, washed her face and went back into the main room.

“Now to find a way out of this giant coffin,” she muttered to herself only to be startled by a voice in the room.

“That won’t be happening love. I’ve finally gotten you here with me and you want to leave before we can properly meet,” called the voice.

“Why should you have the pleasure of meeting me? You’ve been watching me for five years and haven’t thought to ask me on a date like a normal person, very cowardly I must say, but now I have no interest in meeting you. No one that sends a Cheetos in a suit is worthy of my time or affections. You even use the cover of darkness to hide your face from me, it’s pathetic to be honest.” She leaned against a nearby wall as she read him to filth. She had been too in her head to notice his presence before but from his voice alone you could tell he didn’t hear the word no often.

“It’s cute that you think you have a choice, my Queen, but I’m sure you’ll find yourself rather comfortable by my side. My cousin is being educated on how we treat women here but I can assure you that nothing like that will ever again.” The sound of leather creaking indicated that he got up from one of the arm chairs in the corner of the room. “I know that I don’t deserve you but I’m too selfishly obsessed to let another man even think they could have a chance with you. So you have one of two choices; let me show you that I’d burn down the world to make you happy and keep you safe, or fight me tooth and nail until you have no choice but to let me in. I have no preference as either way you will be mine, but I’d hate to rob you of your independence.”

He’d progressively made his way across the room ‘til he was standing right in front of her. Justine stood her ground, not shrinking back at his obviously domineering approach.

“Well now that I know the why, you’re a psycho by the way, the who would be nice.”

“How rude of me not to tell you the name you’ll be screaming soon, my name is Antonio Villigiari and you Mrs. Villigiari, are just as beautiful as the day that I first saw you.” He placed his hands on her face only to have them smacked off.

“Okay, rules for my stay because you need boundaries like a child. First, NEVER touch my face without permission. I don’t know where your hands have been and your people have done enough damage to my face. Second, I don’t talk anything important as soon as I wake up, I don’t take shit serious when I’m hungry. Third, respect my space. I don’t know you from Adam or Alejandro on the street. You may have been watching me but this is my first time meeting you and I already hate you. Fourth, I’m a grown ass woman with a grown ass mind and not a single damn person on this earth is going to tell me what I will do and who I will be with. My parents don’t even do that bullshit to me and you think I’m going to let some random thug tell me that, boy bye. Now show me to the kitchen and then after I’ve had my fill we can discuss my release.” With that she pushed him out of her space and walked towards the door. “You staring at my ass isn’t getting me fed dickface, let’s go.”

With a blush he led her towards the kitchen. Justine took in her surroundings and noticed that everything was just as dark and depressing as the room she woke up in. There were no photos in the hall and literally nothing to show that someone lived there.

“What is this a model house for emo’s? I love black just as much as the next person and this wouldn’t be so bad if had personalized things to give it character. Why would you have me brought to the most depressing place on earth? You suck at this.” He stopped abruptly and turned to her with his jaw clenched.

“You may be my Queen but I run this shit baby. I don’t have a problem with you saying what’s on your mind, it’s actually one of the things that made me fall in love with you, but you will respect me as-“ she cut him off.

“And why should I? Pray tell, what have you done to be worthy of my respect oh King of Darkness?” She cut in with a sarcastic bow.

“You’re awfully bold for someone at my mercy love. Why is that?” He was met with indignant laughter.

“You’ve had five years to kill me if it was going to happen by now it would’ve. Not to mention that your guys could’ve killed me en route, which I’m more than positive the creepy Cheetos would’ve been all for after I embarassed him. Walk and talk big boy. Unless you’re the torture then kill type which would make sense. You’ve been driving me insane with the cameras and stalking. Nice job buying off the cops by the way jerk, so if you killed me now it would end what I consider torture. Move you walk too slow and I’m starving.” Smelling tacos in the air, she followed her nose and eventually found the kitchen. Going to sink she washed her hands and started making herself a plate. Then she noticed the once loud kitchen was now silent.

“Can I help you mufucka? As you were,” Justine said with attitude before continuing to make her food.

Once she had made two plates of food, four tacos and a plate of nachos, she sat them on the table and went to the fridge to grab a drink. Out of her peripherals she saw Antonio sit in front of her food.

“Don’t even think about it Tony boy. I don’t care enough about to make you a plate so do it yourself or get one of your maids but leave my shit alone.” Everyone in the kitchen looked at her in shock. Him because he didn’t know how she saw him and the others for how she spoke to him. Grabbing a bottle of water she went back to her spot and dug in.

Not long after the kitchen filled with groans when a high pitch voice walked in sounded in the room. That made her chuckle.

“Oh my God who let a pig in the house? And what’s so funny you fat bitch?” It said.

“You bitch. And the only fat on me is this ass. Stop while ahead barbie. I only have two people on my shit list but I’ll gladly add another,” Justine responded back not even bothering to look at the newcomer. A round of muffled laughter could be heard.

“Baby are you just going to let her talk to me like that, do something,” she whined to Antonio clinging to his arm like a koala.

“Ashley get the fuck off me,” he said with a frustrated sigh. “She’s my Queen, you’re a bitch I fucked once upon a fucking time when I was blackout drunk, y’all are not the same. She said what she said so leave her alone.” That drew a full belly laugh from everyone in the kitchen.

“Damn that’s cold Tony. You ain’t have to embarrass in front of all these people like that.”

“Shut the hell up you man stealing bitch. All you people are good for is taking our men and having babies you dirty nigger.” They all froze in shock and horror.

Justine stood up slowly and stalked towards a trembling Ashley.

“And just like that I have to kill you,” she told her before grabbing a handful of hair and dragging her out of the kitchen while she screamed for her release. “Somebody bring me a water outside now!” She yelled over her shoulder. A set of patio doors were off to her left so Justine pulled the still screaming girl to the other side of them. Once they were outside she tossed her in front of her.

“Stand the fuck up you cumbucket ass bitch. If you can’t match all that shit you talking I’m gone beat yo ass again. Don’t cry now bitch. You picked the wrong bitch on the right gat damn day, get up!”

A crowd had formed around the two women as Antonio watched Justine wrap her ponytail into a bun. He knew her she had a strong personality that didn’t allow for any disrespect towards her or anyone around her so this wasn’t a surprise for him. In fact he found it arousing that the woman he’d chosen as his Queen could handle herself but still be classy when needed.

“Justine, lovely, I don’t think-“ she cut him off again. He was getting quite frustrated with that.

“Exactly you don’t think. I’ll be dealing with your stalker ass later but your bitch is about to help me relieve some of the stress you’ve caused me. Do me a favor and shut the fuck up while I handle business cupcake.” She’d never taken her eyes off of Ashley’s now standing figure.

Antonio knew she’d be a bit tougher to handle than any of the women he’d dealt with before but the outright disrespect would not stand, especially in front of his crew. He approached her from her side and wrapped his right hand around her throat, the left going around her waist.

“Keep playing with me and I’ll fuck this little attitude out of you, do you understand me Reina? My understanding will only go so far. Now fuck her up so you can finish your food and we can get on with our day,” he growled into her ear. With a red tint painting her skin she nodded and took a deep breath.

Ashley, unable to handle him caressing Justine so tenderly in her face charged towards the woman hoping to catch her while she was still slightly dazed. She quickly found out that that was a mistake. Justine side stepped her then yanked her back by her hair. She stepped back to let Ashley regain her bearings.

Antonio having retreated to his spot, enjoyed watching Justine up close. He loved how their skin contrasted. While his was a golden tan, hers was a deep brown that held the sun’s fading glow as if she were it’s Goddess. He could still feel her soft body pressed into his, how her curves fit into his muscular frame like she was meant to be held by him and no one else. Her dark brown eyes held a hint of mischief as she toyed with Ashley, dodging her hits with ease and delivering a smack every now and then. The fight was proving to be more entertaining than he’d imagined it to be. Her thick lips were curved into a mocking smirk like she already knew every move Ashley was going to make.

“Come on girl, I know you can do better than that. There’s no way you can talk all that shit and not be able to back it up with them hands,” Justine taunted. Ashley was huffing in exhaustion, sweating off her layers of makeup, while Justine didn’t seem tired at all. With one last war cry, Ashley ran at Justine only to have Justine wrap a leg around her throat and choke her to the ground. “Say that shit again and this will look like child’s play honey. I don’t care what you got going on with him but don’t drag me into y’all shit just because he don’t want you anymore.” She snapped her fingers and the bottle of water was placed into her waiting hand. After taking a couple sips she poured the rest over Ashley’s face. “Thirsty bitch.” Having nothing left to say she raised her hand waiting for Tony to help her up and when he did she walked away leaving Ashley a coughing mess. No one made a move to help her and simply went back into the house talking about the fight.

Justine sat back at the island and dove right into her food. When she looked up she was met with yet another new face.

“Damn brother. I just came to steal some food and warn you that mom and dad will be here soon. Your little minx distracted me though, so you probably have about five minutes with her before mama takes her,” Antonio’s little sister, Violet Villigiari, called from the other side of the island.

“Fuck! Can you stall for me?” Antonio asked trying to think of a quick escape from his parents.

“Why would she stall for you honey we’re already here. Violet I’ve told you about warning your brother before don’t make me have to do it again.” His mother turned to Justine. “You must be the girl that my dumb son has been obsessing over for the past five years. Hs father did the same thing to me almost thirty years ago and got me pregnant with his big head ass soon after. Some stupid tradition that the Villigiari men have. My name is Vivianna, this is my husband Vincent. If he gives you any trouble at all, you call me.”

“Nice to meet you Vivianna and Vincent. I’ve been on birth control religiously since he stated this and I have no plans on getting off any time soon. I may not have known who was behind the stalking but I knew that regardless of who they mat be they wouldn’t be getting me pregnant. I’ve also taken a few…precautionary measures for my own safety.” They waited for her to elaborate. She didn’t.

“Care to share what those measures include love?” Antonio tried to pry.

“If I wanted to I would have. Just know nothing is happening without my approval,” she smirked. A shiver racked through his body at the ominous way she spoke. “While we’re on the topic of parents, I need to call mine. Tony be a dear and get my phone.” She shooed him away and kept eating. His family laughed at him.

“That ass is mine when they leave baby. They won’t be here to save you,” Antonio whispered into her ear.

“You don’t scare me Tony. You can try that but I promise you won’t get as far as you think you will,” she whispered back. Then she looked away dismissing him.

Fists balled up in anger and frustration he spoke again.

“What makes you think that I’ll let you call anyone, huh? What is it that you think they’ll be able to do? Call the cops again, how did that work last time?” The slap echoed through the kitchen.

“I don’t give a fuck who think you are but you will not be talking to me like I’m one of yo hoes.

I didn’t ask you for permission to speak to my family, I told you I was going to talk to them. You don’t run me and if I really wanted to I’d walk right out the front door and none of you could stop me. Play with ya balls cause I ain’t the one. Now like I said, go get my damn phone!”

“Vincent take your son outside to cool off.” Antonio tried to say something. “Boy don’t make me embarrass you more than she already has. Go,” Vivianna said with authority. Once Vincent and Antonio left she turned to Justine. “I don’t know where your phone is but you can use mine.”

Antonio stormed outside to the garden not bothering to wait for his father. He wanted beat something but he also wanted to fuck her into submission. He is the Don. He ran the Italians and would for the foreseeable future. He had to get her in line. She was to be his queen and rule by his side not as the head.

“I can tell what you’re thinking son, and I’d have to advise you not to go there. I made that mistake with your mother and she wasn’t half as feisty as your girl. She was entirely independent before you took her, yes? Then you just expecting her to follow your lead like a lost sheep is unrealistic. Strong women don’t want a weak “Alpha man”, they want men that show they can be the head and not have it given to them. You knew what she was like before you brought her here and now that you’ve got her are you willing to just let her go to another man?”

“Of course not, she’s mine,” he growled sounding more beast than man. “No one can have her but me,” he said with a determined glint in his eyes.

“Then act like you’re the man she deserves. You can fuck the attitude out of her once she lets you in but until then you have to be the man your mother and I raised. Listen to her and trying to suffocate her with your ego.”

“Your right. She just drives me crazy and I’ve never been this out of my comfort zone when it came to women. Justine is so different from the girls in the past. They were the ones begging for a glance my way and now I’m doing whatever I can just to get a smile from her. I even let her beat up Ashley without saying a word to be on her good side. I understand what you’re saying, and I know if the roles were reversed I’d probably be acting the same way. I fell in love with her attitude and quick wit so trying to change that would be changing who she is.” Taking a few calming breaths, Antonio and his father made their way back in to hear Justine on the phone.

“I don’t feel like slapping Tony boy for thinking he has a say again. This way he can still see me and placate his fragile masculinity and I save myself the trouble,” Justine explained.

“My masculinity is not fragile nor is it a topic for discussion,” Antonio said making his way into the kitchen.

“My palm begs to differ. Stay out of my conversation. So when can you guys come? I miss my baby,” Justine continued like he’d never spoken.

“What baby?! And when did I say you could have company?” Antonio yelled confused.

“What did I just say about staying out my conversation? I said I could have company and if you got a problem with that then I can leave and we’ll both be happy.” She was met with an angered silence. “That’s what I thought.”

“We’ll come by on Sunday at 2 so I can help you cook dinner. The baby will throw a fit if he hears you and you’re not here so I’ll Facetime you later Sugar. I love you and give him hell.” Sarah had a hint of amusement in her voice.

“You know me so well ma. I love you too, kiss everybody but give bubba extra kisses.” After she hung up and handed the phone back to Vivianna they began asking about her family.

“So what do your parents do?” Vincent asked.

“Your son has been stalking me for me five years and you still don’t know about my parents? You really do suck dude. We come from old money but we prefer to live modestly and work behind the scenes. No one knows who we are and we can live in peace for the most part.”

“And the baby?” Violet asked for her impatient brother.

“Will be here on Sunday with the rest of my family.” Turning to face Antonio head on she said “You won’t find anything on the baby because I made sure you wouldn’t be able to use them against me to keep me a willing hostage. You know what I want you to know.”

Justine walked away leaving the Villigiari family in the kitchen. Remembering the way to her room she absentmindedly made the trek while thinking about her next move. When should she reveal the truth about her parents, the baby, and what she really does for a living? Should she let him in on the secrets that would destroy any ego he’d built over the years? That she knew it was him the whole time and did little tricks to push him in the right direction. Or that she was a bigger Don than he was and his small operation was laughable compared to hers. This little game was a lot more fun for her as she knew all the pieces on the board but a bit of competition wouldn’t hurt.