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You stood there in shock. You didn't mean to be here, you didn't mean to witness any of this, you were just delivering pizza!

The man with the gun turned to you, a smoke hanging limply from his mouth. He wore a pair of wine red sunglasses that were slightly rounded and hanging off his nose, revealing alluring, violet eyes. His blonde, curly hair had a strange ahoge twisting from the front and doing spirals along the side of his face. He smirked, "So what now? You gonna run off and squeal?"

You quivered, holding the pizza box closer to you as the realisation that this guy just murdered a bunch of people and will possibly do so to you sank in. Your chin wouldn't stop trembling, "I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-"

The man chuckled darkly at your attempt, losing himself at how pathetic you were. He took the smoke out of his mouth and held it to his side as some of his men began spreading a powder around the room, "Ya know, his birthday is coming up, might as well give him something proper this year."

Walking over, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you along with him. Tears streamed down your face, "What are you doing?!"

"Not stuttering now?" He took another drag of his smoke, "Saving your life."

"Huh?" You sniffled, trying to compose yourself.

He stopped and pointed to the bullet-filled men lying on the floor in their own blood, "See them? If you resist or disagree, you'll end up just another body in the pile." You stayed still his words not quite sinking in, yet you understood it was either be killed or be taken. Another drag from him as he waited for you to answer. Oh dear, you were in shock. Rolling his eyes, he flicked the burning cigarette onto the powder, igniting the room and bodies of the building in flames. Wrapping his arm under your stomach, he lifted you up and threw you over his shoulder, the pizza box dropping to the floor, "I'll take this as follow."

He pressed the elevator button, waiting for it to arrive. When the doors opened, he and his men got in and headed to the lobby floor. You stayed in shock as he carried you carelessly to a sleek, black car and tossed you in the back before getting in behind you.

Taking out another cigarette, he lit it and started smoking again grumbling under tobacco-smelling breath, "Stupid Francois for getting me into smoking again."

Eventually, you looked up at him, the tears continuing to streak down as you had no idea what was going on, "Excuse me."

Lazily, he looked over to you, "Yeah?"

"Where are we headed?" You questioned calmly. Perhaps if you could stay rational, he'd let you go.

Scrunching his nose at the stick burning in his hand, he wound down the window and tossed it out before winding it up and looking at you, "To my home. In three days it will be my brother's birthday, you're my gift to him."

Your eyes widened in horror, "Wh-What does that mean? Is he going to kill me? Please, there are better gifts then a human being!"

The man shrugged, "Eh." Eh? He really didn't care about anything... Taking out his phone, he began texting someone, but you couldn't see, "He will do with you what he likes." He put away his phone in his pocket and stared you straight in the eyes, "And you're wrong; nothing compares to the soul and body of a human."

Trembling in your spot, your head flew back and hit the car seat as you began crying loudly, "Please, please sir, all I wanted to do was deliver pizza and earn a bit of money..."

"And all I wanted to do was collect my payment from that guy, but it looks like everyone got fucked in the end." He closed his eyes and got in a comfortable position, "Trust me, you're probably better off here, maybe, I dunno. Don't really care either. But you better get cosy, it's a long drive home."

Slowly, your hand travelled to the door handle, only for it to be locked. Sighing and still crying, you leaned your head against the window as rain began hitting the vehicle.

...

Three days and two nights; that's how long you were with Mathew. You found out that Mathew was a gangster and took orders from the mafia. He also had an America brother names Allen, and his birthday was today. Tonight was a big party for him as he was gonna be initiated into the family as member of proper crime: his 22nd birthday.

As his gift, you were going to be presented in a red party dress. Your (h/c) hair will be waved and you will wear a collar with a bow and bell on it.

You didn't want to be a gift. You'd rather just stay with Mathew if anything. Sure, he kind of treated you like a pet, but you had your own room and could roam about the large house however you deemed. You get it though, he was only keeping you there for this 'Allen' person.

"Please," you said once more.

Mathew sighed and looked at you in annoyance, "If you say that one more time, I will hunt down your family and kill them."

You knew he personally wouldn't as he couldn't care less, but he would get someone else to. You sniffled as the maid tightened your dress and the butler came to adorn you with the collar, "I won't tell anyone though..."

Mathew was going through a newspaper. He was already dressed in his tux and was waiting for the maids and butlers to get you ready. He tore out an article and shoved it in your face. The script read, '42 DEAD IN BUILDING FIRE'. Mathew smirked, "I did that."

Sighing, you hung your head lowly, the collar digging into your skin and the bow making you itchy. You mumbled, "You sure did."

"She's ready sir," one of the maids said.

Mathew tossed the newspaper to his side, "Great. Now let's go."

He grabbed your wrist and took you out to the car, a light rain beginning. Yesterday was the only day since your capture that it didn't rain. You sat in silence as you were taken to a grand looking mansion, cars everywhere and people in such fancy and formal wear walking about, smiling cheerfully.

Exiting the car, many people turned their head to Mathew, greeting him and saying how proud he must be of his younger brother. Matt acted pretty polite for his natural attitude. You followed obediently, scared of all the guards with guns and prying eyes if you were to suddenly attempt an escape and fail. You walked through the large door that were heavily guarded and immediately into a welcoming ball room. And you thought outside was crowded; in here was a moving maze! Mathew grabbed your wrist and pulled you, "Alright, let's go, don't get lost."

Easier said then done. Thankfully, Mathew had a tight grip. You were pulled all the way to the back and ordered to stay around there. You were free to eat and drink, though you were limited to one glass of champagne, you though it best to just stick with the non-alcoholic drinks. After standing around for goodness knows how long. eventually everyone was quietened down and what appeared to be a very important person step up.

"Ladies and gentleman, I appreciate all of you for participating on my son's 22nd birthday. Not only will he be one year older, but now he also becomes a man of this family. Alfred, my boy, step out."

A man wearing a black shirt with a red overcoat stepped out from behind the doors, a smug and proud look on his face as everyone clapped and cheered. He walked up next to his father, "Thanks dad."

His father placed a sturdy hand on his son's shoulder, "Allen, I am so proud at how far you've come. You deserve this." More of the ceremony took place, and eventually Allen was initiated into the crime family. "Now," The father announced one last time, "Let the celebration begin!"

Amongst the cheers and people pushing past to see Allen, you cowered to the very back, pushing yourself against the wall, trying to camouflage from everyone. To your left and right were doors. The left one had a group of people chatting, but the right one was completely free. As soon as you took a step to scope it out, you were stopped by Mathew, "Oi, (Y/n), stay." Humiliating. He came up to you with two champagne glasses. He offered you one but you respectively decline, causing him to scull it before he started sipping the other, "We'll wait until everyone gets out of the way before I hand you over to him. It could take all night so don't doze off."

You were already tired from your nights with Mathew. Sure, he was okay and your bed was super comfy, but you cried almost every minute for your home, meaning headaches and lack of sleep.

The clock ticked and hours passed. You were leaning against your spot on the wall as people ignored you. Your eyes were closed and you felt yourself coming to your limit, that's when the familiar voice of Mathew's came out, "You're a dickhead, ya know?"

"Aw c'mon, like it's not true." You looked up to see him with Allen, walking towards you. "Besides, all these chicks are lame. I only JUST became part of the family, I'm not looking for a suitor."

Mathew and Allen came to a stop in front of you. Oh gosh he was tall. Allen peered down at you with piercing red eyes. Mathew motioned to you, lightly grabbing your hand and pulling you forward, "I told you I had something special for you. Happy Birthday bro."

Allen smirked, "A girl? Wooow~" He picked up a strand of your hair, making you flinch, "Where do you find this one?"

"Truthfully," Mathew stretched his arms, obviously having enough for the night, "She witnessed the ordeal with Jeremy so it was either kill her or take her. She used to be a pizza delivery girl. She looks innocent enough, I thought you might like her."

"Oh I do," Allen purred, grabbing your hand and pulling you closer. He toyed with the bow around your neck, "What's your name, Doll?"

You opened your mouth to speak but closed it again in utter terror. Your eyes shut as tears welled. Not again, you were doing so well tonight. But who could blame you? You were being gifted to this man against your will. Mathew sighed, "As you can see she needs some adjusting." He poked your cheek and bent down so he was closer to your level, "(Y/n). Speak."

Looking up, you stuttered to Allen, "M-My name's (Y-Y/n)."

Allen used his thumb to wipe a tear streak from your face, "Hey there (Y/n). I like that name, it suits you, I won't have to change it." Your heart stopped at that remark, was he really going to treat you like this? "Thanks Mattie, I wasn't expecting something like this from you."

"That's me, the Canadian full of surprises," he shrugged, giving his brother a playful smile.

Just then, their father walked up, his hands behind his back, "It's good to see you getting along for once." His eyes then trailed to you. He raised an eyebrow, "And who might this be?"

"Dad," Allen said, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close to him with a small 'eep!' coming from you, "This is (Y/n). My present from Mattie."

Their father nodded with his lips pursed, "I see. Just don't forget your priorities, Allen."

"Yeah yeah, I get ya." Allen pulled you tighter to him, as if seeking some sort of comfort. He then gazed around lazily and let out a tired breath, "It's getting pretty late and I am getting pretty tired."

"I thought you were going to go out with your friends?" His father said.

Allen shrugged and grabbed your hand, ready to lead you away, "I'd rather go to bed with my new (Y/n)." He then turned to you and gave you a wink, "I need to get her 'adjusted'."

"-cough- sick -cough-" Mathew faked.

His father just narrowed his eyes, "Right... Well, it's your choice. Either way," He came in and hugged him, "Congratulations son."

"Thanks dad," he hugged back, never releasing your hand. When he pulled away, his father went off. "Welp, guess I'm off," Allen said to his brother.

"Be home safe," Mathew waved.

"Yep, you too brother," Allen waved back, walking off with you. He gave a low chuckle, "You don't need to be so scared, I can feel it in your hand."

You hung your head low, "It's kinda hard not to be..."

"Yeah, that's true," he said, sounding like it was just an every day thing you'd get used to, "But you don't need to worry, I won't hurt you or anything. Truth is, it gets lonely at home, so having you around might actually be nice."

He lead you to a car much like Mathew's and ushered you in. Sitting beside him, you decided to ask, "Uhm... When you get a wife or something, can I go home?"

Allen scrunched his face up at the thought, "IF I get a wife. And I doubt it. Not only would you not be allowed to leave us alive, but you're my present, and I am already taking a liking to you."

"But we haven't done much together..." You mumbled, despair filling you as your fate was sinking in again.

He wound done a window to let the warm night air in with thee sprinkle of rain, "Doesn't matter. Have you ever just met someone and thought, 'They seem cool'? It's like that with you."

Was he just saying this because of some weird reason? "Okay... But your future lover will get jealous."

He huffed a laugh, "Well fuck 'em. They'll just have to get used to you." He turned to look at you deeply, his gaze holding your own as he said three words that felt like a lock around life, "You're mine now."

... When you and Allen arrived to his home, you couldn't help but notice the differences between Mathew's and his. The car drove through two, large gates with an intercom and more guards at the front. Your eyebrows furrowed, "Are you gangster too? Mathew didn't have this many guards."

Allen smirked as the car travelled up a long driveway narrowed by tall trees on either side, "I WAS gangster, not like my brother and father, but I did participate in jobs here and there. Tonight was supposed to be my initiation into the family like them, but there was a twist many didn't know. The mafia and I have been discussing certain things, and they want me apart of their group. That means I play a bit more of an 'important' role."

Great. Life was just handing slips of information constantly reminding you about your inevitable future. "So... You're mafia?"

Allen chuckled, the car circling around a large water fountain and stopping opposite of his - oh come on, this was not a house, it was a castle! At least to you, you were just a pizza delivery girl, you live in a shitty apartment. Well, you 'lived'. "Pretty much," he said, getting out of the car. He came around to your side and opened the door, forcefully grabbed your hand and pulling you out, "But I have a plan."

He dragged you inside and closed the door. Suddenly, he stopped and looked at you. He didn't say anything, just stared. You got uncomfortable, "What is it?"

"You're hungry."

How did he know?! Yes, you were. You haven't been eating much and you had maybe one snack at the party.

He waved his hands, "Get us some food!" A couple of people ran around and did as he said. Really, were these people royalty?? He pulled you to a dining table and sat you down, sitting down next to you. Reaching over, he gently took off your collar and rubbed your neck. You stayed perfectly still, scared of the outcome if you moved. He spoke again about his plan, "I'm going to double-cross them and create my own mafia."

"Oh..." You actually had no idea how big of deal this was or how serious he was being, but you assumed entirely about both. "Uhm, but, why are you telling me this?"

A couple plates of simple food were set in front of you with a glass of water. Allen took a sip of his drink, "Because I can. I can do whatever I want with you. Also, you're going to be with me every step of the way."

You wanted to cry again. You missed home... "Please... Can you just let me go?"

Allen groaned and stuffed his mouth with food, "No. You are my present and you will stay with me." You picked up your fork and nibbled on some food, sniffling. You didn't wanna be the 'pet' to a mafia person. Allen sighed, and after a while of eating, he grabbed your hand once more and pulled you up and with him, taking you up stairs.

You followed solemnly, trying not to cry and disturb the dangerous man, as even though he's been relatively nice to you, he could snap at any moment. He lead you to a bedroom and began stripping until he was left in his boxers. You kept your eyes away from him, or at least tried to. Gosh.. He was pretty tanned, and he had tattoos along his chest and back. He walked over to you and grabbed the hem of your dress, pulling it up. You squealed and backed up, "What are you doing?!"

He gave you a smug smile, "Relax doll, I'm just getting you ready for bed." He walked over to a door and opened it, revealing a bathroom. Allen beckoned you to come, to which you did on shaky feet. He opened a cupboard beneath the sink and pulled out a toothbrush in a packet. Ripping it open, he ran it under water and put toothpaste on it before handing it to you. You took it hesitantly and put it in your mouth. Allen smiled at your obedience, "See? I'm not gonna hurt ya. Need the toilet?" He walked over to it and took a piss, right in front of you. You swiftly turned away, brushing your teeth as loudly as you could, but he just laughed at you.

Carefully, you made your way to the sink and bent over, spitting and rinsing your mouth. A sudden, full squeeze of your butt had you squealing and standing up straight, "Ah!"

Allen once again doubled into a fit of laughter. "I love your reactions!" He started brushing his own teeth. You just stood there, holding the toothbrush close to your chest in embarrassment. You looked up at him slyly, or more so his reflection. For the first time tonight, you noticed as he was brushing his teeth, that he had a missing tooth. His eyes in the reflection met yours, "Curious?"

"Ah..." You looked away, your face once again reddening from getting caught, "I didn't mean to stare..."

"It's fine," he rinsed and chucked the toothbrush into a holder beside the sink, grabbing yours and doing the before rubbing your head with his large hand, "I get that I'm a looker." He walked to the door and turned to you, "You can go to the toilet in piece, I'll find you something to wear to bed."

He closed the door and you took this opportunity to go, fearful that he may walk in or stand there and demand you to go while watching you.

Finishing up, you just pulled your underwear up and flushed as he walked in, his devious smile disappearing at your fully clothed and standing self, "Awwww, just missed it."

"You're gross..."

"Eh," he shrugged, not caring. He came over to you with a shirt in hand. You only managed to take a step back before he grabbed you and stripped you of your dress and bra. "You're really attractive, such a turn on," he said, placing his hands on your chest and feeling you up.

Your eyes squint shut at his action, your hands coming to his wrists, trying to pull him away, "Please, stop."

"Why?" He pushed you up against a wall in the bathroom, his hands still on your breasts . His mouth came close to your face, his minty breath fanning over you, "Don't you like it?" He gave them a rough squeeze, his tongue darting out to lick your cheek.

You made small noises as his hands and mouth ravished you. You... Yes, it did feel good. But you still didn't want a man like this doing such things to you. Or did you? No! You didn't...? "Al... please..."

He smirked and put his mouth over yours, kissing you. You unintentionally moaned as his tongue slipped in between your lips, caressing you from the inside. His muscle met yours, his lips mushing against your own, pressing and sending waves of pleasure to spread and tingle through your body.

You managed to pull back, a string of saliva connecting you to him. The bridge broke as you talked, "I'm not that kind of woman. Please, Allen, don't make me do something like this..."

He smiled back pulled back, draping the shirt over you. The material came to your knees and it smelt heavenly of Allen. You could get used to his scent... He interlocked his fingers with your and pulled you back to the bed, "I can't guarantee I'll leave you alone completely, but don't worry doll." Pulling back the blankets, he gently positioned you in the bed as he came in himself. He wrapped his arms around your form, holding you close and snuggling into you again. "Best. Birthday present. Ever."

You couldn't help but feel a small sense of pride, even if it was a bit demeaning. But you couldn't help it, you have a weak spot when it comes to being praised for anything really.

The sound of rain came back, the droplets hitting harder. Tonight you weren't alone. You were warm, fed and comfortable. It was your third night as a captive, and the first night you actually got a decent sleep, despite your situation.

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