The mafia's girl (open m/m)

Emily, Emmie, was a normal girl, sure she came from a shitty family. Her mother was an alcoholic and her father was a gambling addict, but she had left her parents home at seventeen and had gotten herself a small apartment with the money she had saved working as a waitress, this freedom allowed her to work on bettering her life and now at the age of twenty-three she had a lovely one bedroom apartment and was working as a nanny while also working on finishing her law degree.

Little did she know, her father had gotten into a very big debt with the mafia and to try and get himself out of it, he had gambled his own daughter, and lost.

It was a normal Tuesday night when Emmie got home from her nannying job, she was tired as the kids had been extra bratty. Going to her bedroom she stripped off her clothes and took a hot shower. Once she was cleaned and dried she pulled on the satin bathrobe she kept on the back of the door and tied the sash. As she finished tying it there was a loud crash of wood hitting wood. Swearing she grabbed her bathroom door and quickly closed it and flicked the lock. Looking around the room she glanced at the bathroom window quickly but shook her head. She lived on the second floor and was scared of heights, there was no way she could climb out the window. There was no where for her to hide in the bathroom and she swore again mentally kicking herself as her phone was in her bedroom. She never brought it into the bathroom with her as she didn't see a need too. Hearing the men talking and footsteps approaching her bathroom Emmie silently begged for them to leave but the sound of a boot smashing into the door told her they were not going to leave. When the door finally gave way Emmie couldn't stop the scream that left her as one man burst into her bathroom.

The man grabbed her and she began to fight, she wanted to get away. To get free. But the man who held her was strong and he only turned her around against his body so her back was to him as his arms tightened around her waist as he dragged her from the bathroom kicking and screaming. She didn't want them to take her from her apartment and she threw her head backwards smacking her head into the man's face that held her. She hoped she broke his nose but she hadn't heard the telltale crack of bone breaking. Realizing she had been dragged to her living room Emmie's eyes widened as one of them approached her with duct take in his hands. He pulled some off and went to place it over her mouth, him getting close allowed Emmie to bite his left hand hard enough to break skin.

Before she could do anything else she was backhanded robbing her of breath and giving the man enough time to put it over her mouth before managing to tape her hands behind her back leaving her arms now pressed against the front of the man holding her. Once they were satisfied she was taped up they dragged her from her apartment, down the stairwell and out into the alleyway where she saw two blacked out cars parker. She was thrown into the back of the first unceremoniously, and the door slammed shut. Emmie took note that the man who had been holding her went to the car behind the one she was in.

The other two climbed into the drivers seat and the passenger one. Emmie didn't know where they were taking her and she wasn't looking as she was too busy trying not to have a panic attack in the back seat. After what felt like forever the car stopped and she opened her eyes, her chest rose and fell rapidly as the two men in her car got out and attempted to pull her out. Emmie was going to let them get her out, she did not care if she was giving them a show with the fact she was wearing nothing under the satin robe, as she went to kick the one she had bitten in the face she was roughly pulled from the car. The guy from the second car obviously had had enough of watching the other two fighting with her and had gotten her himself. Looking around rapidly Emmie tried to figure out where she was. A warehouse? A factory? A parking garage? She couldn't tell and she didn't have enough time to find out before she was thrown into a concrete room and the door slammed shut.

Groaning to herself as she laid on the floor for a moment she closed her eyes and worked on trying to get her breathing to slow down but she was so close to a panic attack that she didn't know if she could. Managing to force herself into a sitting position she looked down at herself, her robe was starting to open almost completely exposing her breasts and the rest of it was falling open exposing she wasn't wearing a single damned thing under it. There was nothing in the room besides a mattress on the floor and she groaned, hells she loved reading dark romance books but never did she think she would be in one. After what felt like eternity the door to the room opened and Emmie managed to scoot herself back until her back hit concrete. Looking at the man who came in she took note that his nose was red.

So he was the one who she had slammed her head into. He was handsome, dangerous and looked as if he could whisper sweet nothings to her. Under different circumstances Emmie was sure she would have swooned for him. Realizing he could see she was almost completely exposed Emmie moved her body sideways huddling against the wall trying to hide as much of herself as possible as she watched him with narrowed eyes her breathing still rapid and refusing to slow.

She wanted her hands free and the damned tape off her mouth before she did end up in a full blown panic attack and unable to breathe.