C H A N E L

He threw me in the back of his car, when we arrived to his clean Maserati sports car. He tied rope around my wrists and pushed me in the trunk, he then tied rope around my legs and I was in an uncomfortable position in the trunk. I couldn't even get my feet under the trunk so, I could escape.

"No!" I yelled. "Help!"

No one was around, no one heard. I was going to die.

"This is illegal," I shouted. Like he would care, he just murdered someone. "My family would look for me. You will go to jail for the rest of your life."

I knew he could hear me, but he pretended not too. He grabbed duct tape and taped it over my mouth. I tried to move my head away from his hand, but he grabbed ahold of my now messy hair and placed it on.

"Ow!" I whined. My cries became muffled.

He slammed the trunk closed and I was trapped.

It was silent for a little before he drove off, the wheels squealing as he took off. My small body thrashed around in the trunk. His driving was reckless and I kept swashing around in the back like a rag doll.

The ropes started to burn my wrists and ankles, I hissed in pain. I tried to get in a comfortable position but my arms were behind my back and my stomach was on the ground of the trunk. My legs up and facing the ceiling of the small trunk door.

I was panicking. My heart beating fast and my breaths shortening. I was sobbing and started to hyperventilate. I was having a panic attack.

I just wanted to be back in my house, eating my ice cream and watching Gilmore Girls. Instead I was stuck in a trunk, getting kidnapped.

I missed my family and I just wanted to be back with them. Even though my father ruined it by cheating on my mother.

"Daddy?" I called. I got home early from school since I was dress coded again and I saw his car in the driveway.

My mother was currently at work with the family business and Elanese was home as well.

I saw Elanese. "Oh! Elanese, do you know where my father is?" I asked.

Her face twisted in worry and she looked nervous. She was keeping something from me. She ran a hand through her dark hair with white streaks and looked anywhere but me.

"Elanese?" I asked again, slower. "Where's daddy?"

She didn't answer me. I scoffed and ran up stairs. He must be in his office.

"Wait!" Elanese called, her strong Italian accent. She was an immigrant and we helped her out by getting her a job.

I ignored her protests and went to my fathers office. I opened the doors and screamed at the sight. My fathers hands were in another woman's blonde hair and she was unbuttoning his shirt. Their lips attached to each other and they sat on my fathers desk. Her shirt was fully ripped off and his pants were on the ground.

I stared at them, my mouth hung open. My father was kissing another woman, going to do God knows what. I was disgusted at the sight. I spun on my heel and ran away from them.

I ran back down the stairs and Elanese looked at me sympathetically. She knew!

My father chased after me, "Chanel!" He called out. I kept running I had to get away from my father right now. My father ruined our family.

"How could you do that to your wife?" I yelled. "How long has this been going on for?"

"Don't raise your voice at me, young lady. I'm your father," he shouted back at me.

"You're not my father," I spat. "My father wouldn't wreck our family just to get with some blonde bimbo."

He cheated on my mother for months, the sweetest person when she could be. I would never forgive him for what he did. I would never forgive him for ruining our family and breaking my mother's heart.

I regretted not telling Mama at the time. She deserved to know how much of a horrible person her husband was. Looking back on it now I wished I had, since I was getting kidnapped at least my mother would leave my father and take over the family business.

I wouldn't even get to make it to my eighteenth birthday. I wouldn't get to go to university and become a fashion model. My dreams are over. All thanks to the attractive criminal who decided to kidnap me. My life is over.

I sobbed over again, my life was over.

The car came to a sudden stop and I hit my head agains the trunk from the unexpected stop. I groaned in pain, but quieted down when I heard the trunk open.

The murderer grabbed me and I whimpered. The ropes tugged at my skin and they were bleeding. He eventually untied my feet, but kept my arms tied.

"Untie me," I demanded. It came out incoherent from the tape so, he ignored me. I'm used to people listening to me, I hated that he didn't.

I tried to untie the rope myself. I just wanted this annoying duct tape off of my mouth. My nose was started to get irritated as well.

He placed the rope that was around my ankles and threw it back in the trunk before shutting it. He locked his Maserati and dragged me along with him.

He ripped the tape off my mouth. He was rough with it. "Hey! Be careful with me, my parents would like me in one piece when they find me."

He stared at me. His glare was cold.

"They will find me, I swear and when they do I will be your worst nightmare," I warned. I tried to be intimidating but the look he was giving me intimidated me.

I looked away from him and up at the huge mansion in front of me. He was rich. He was probably in the Mafia or something. I was going to be sex trafficked.

My heart paced and I tried to get away from him. "I'm not going to be sex trafficked," I whined.

He looked at me like I was crazy and maybe I was.

"You don't get to talk," he snarled. He was rude.

"I get to talk, it's a free country, I'm aloud to have a figure of speech," I sassed.

He glared at me. He was about to put the duct tape back on my lips. "No!" I whimpered. "Please, it's uncomfortable."

He didn't care, I backed away from his hand. I was not going to let him put that on me. I moved my head to the side and he missed my mouth, he moved to the side and I quickly switched my head to the other side before he could put it on my mouth.

"Stop being difficult," he snapped. I looked up at him, my eyes watering. I didn't want the duct tape on me.

He placed the duct tape back on me and I closed my eyes, tears falling down.

I looked inside the mansion and everything was so clean and tidy. There were white curtains covering tall windows and a spiral staircase leading uptakes to a balcony. It was not as big as my mansion, but it was close in size.

We head towards the basement and I stop. I was not going into a basement. I hate basements, they remind me of horrible memories I'm trying to forget.

"What are you doing?" He asked, he sounded annoyed.

I just shook my head, vigorously. I was not going down there.

He scoffed and just dragged me down the stairs. I tried to back away from him but he was too strong. Bad memories scattered my brain and salty tears were in my eyes once again.

When we made it to the last step there was a chair and plastic bags on the wall. This was probably where they killed people. Fear creates in my chest and I panicked. I don't want to die.

I shook my head in protest and struggled harder in his grasp. I had to fight for my life.

He pushed me in the chair and I winced my arms were in an uncomfortable position. I tried to stand up, but he pushed me back down and held me there.

"You're a feisty one, aren't you?" He snickered. I looked around the room in case there was anything that could get me out of this terrifying situation.

My eyes slid the room, I noticed many torturing devices. I shivered in distaste. He took that to his advantage and tied my feet to the chair legs. I couldn't move my legs.

As much as I tried they wouldn't budge. He untied my hands and I quickly slapped his chest to pushed him away. He seemed unfazed. He grabbed my hands and I struggled against him.

Frustrated tears fell down my cheeks, I felt I was going to pass out. Many black dots covered my vision and my head spun. Suddenly everything faded into darkness and my whole body shut down.

I passed out.

I waited for death.

G I O V A N N I

She passed out. She was feisty for someone her size, she even slapped him. Giovanni knew what he had to do, although he decided to have fun with the poor innocent girl first.

He tied her arms to the chair and wiped her excess tears from her innocent doe eyes. She was the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. He had an urge to protect her, but he knew she wouldn't be able to keep her mouth shut.

She was all glamour and shine. She loved to be the centre of attention and Giovanni knew that. He couldn't risk anything and this girl was a risk to him.

She was born rich, he hated the snobby rich people.

He didn't know what she was doing in the alleyway that night, but she was in the wrong place and the wrong time and that's what ended her in this situation.

Once he knew she was tied down and couldn't go anywhere, he took off the duct tape from her swollen, plump lips and threw it out.

He stared at the girl a little longer before getting up and leaving her down here. She wouldn't wake up anytime soon. He went back up the stairs and met with the rest of his gang.

He was Giovanni De Luca the most feared leader of the whole world. He was born in Italy where the gang was originally formed but once his father was murdered he was trained to take over the gang. He was the youngest leader, leading at the age of just twenty one.

Everyone respected him, so when this girl didn't he grew furious.

He headed into the kitchen and was stressed already from losing money, now he had this little girl to worry about.

The familiar scent of cheap perfume filled his nostrils and he immediately knew who it was. The smell was different than Chanel's expensive Versace perfume.

"Hillary," Giovanni said. He was not pleased to see her.

"Hi, baby," she purred. Her manicured nails were dragging down his chest which was covered by a black shirt.

If Chanel were here, Hillary would be her competition. Chanel would go out of her way to destroy Hillary because she would feel she was a threat to her in someway.

Giovanni wouldn't mind much if she did.

He grabbed her hand and pulled it away from his chest. She whimpered as he crushed her fingers.

"Fuck off, Hillary, I have no time for you," he said. There was no regret in his voice.

"B-But, don't you want to fuck?" She asked. She was so desperate.

"No," he simply denied. He walked away from her and she felt tears crawl in her eyes. She gasped and ran away. He had never denied sex from anyone before.

She ran out the front door and Giovanni sighed. All she wanted was sex and that was fine with Giovanni but after a while she became clingy.

He went into his office and called for a gang meeting. The rest of his gang should arrive soon. He had to discuss the inconvenience he ran into. The girl.

Not even a second passed and everyone was in his office. That's what happened when everyone was scared of you.

"I ran into trouble," he broke the news to the boys. They were all within the range of 18-22.

"What happened? Did you get the guy?" Derrick asked.

"I got the guy, but some fucker saw it," he explained. He was angry, he even got himself in this situation in the first place.

"So kill the guy," Tobias ushered. He shrugged his shoulders, not understanding the issue.

Suddenly a high pitched scream was heard within the mansions walls. Everyone looked around in confusion, curiosity through the air.

"Let me just show you," he grumbled.

He should've kept the duct tape on her mouth.