Filed to story: Turn The Mafia’s Virgin Wife On
“Grandma!” I cried out as I ran to her side, bending down to support her frail body.
“Gracy…” my grandmother called my nickname softly in between her upset sobs.
The sight of her crying and how her body shook from shock and fear broke my heart into a million pieces. What did we do to deserve something this cruel?
“You’re finally back,”
A man’s low and emotionless voice said, making me realize for the first time that my grandmother and I were not the only ones in the room. Slowly, I looked up in the direction of the voice. There, not so far from where we were crouched down on the floor, were three very tall and big men. All dressed in black.
I couldn’t make out their faces because they all wore black sunglasses that hid their eyes from view. Their black suit, pants and shiny leather shoes seemed pristine and perfect even after all the havoc that they have wrecked in my home. These men seemed like they appeared straight out from a movie…a mafia mob movie.
So, this…was the mafia…
“Dear sir, I apologize if we have offended you in anyway but…I’m sure all of this has to be some sort of misunderstanding…” I said in a shaky voice as I slowly got up to my feet.
“Do you know Simon and Marianne Swift?” one of the men dressed in black asked sternly.
“Yes…they were my parents…” I replied softly. What did the mafia have to do with my parents? It’s been around six years since they’ve passed away…
“Then there is no mistake. We’ve finally found you,” the man continued in a leveled voice.
“What do you mean?” I asked, confused.
“Take a look at this,” the man said as he held out a few sheets of paper towards me.
Hesitantly, I took the papers from him while noticing that my hands were shaking badly. What could these papers be?
Before I had the opportunity to read the content of the paper, the man began speaking again as if answering my unasked question.
“This is a loan contract that your parents made with our boss when they took out a five-hundred-million-dollar loan,” the man stated factually.
“…What?!” I exclaimed in shock.
Five hundred million dollars?!
That’s impossible. My parents never mentioned taking out any debt from the mafia and definitely not five hundred million dollars. What would they even need that much money for anyways? We lived a normal life. We didn’t have any crazy money to spend like that.
I turned to look behind me at my sobbing grandmother who had a look of absolute shock on her face. I knew it, this is probably also my grandmother’s first-time hearing about all this. I was worried about my grandmother. She looked so pale like she could pass out at any moment and her silent sobbing cries had gotten louder as the situation worsened around us.
“It’s just as the contract states. Your parents borrowed five hundred million dollars from our boss and we’re here to get it back. Simple,” the man continued in a passionless voice.
Simple. My foot.
I looked down at the contract that I clutched tightly in my trembling hand. Scanning it, I could see the words and figures of five hundred million dollars. The signature of both of my parents were on the document. Did they really take out this ridiculous loan? Why?
“But…my parents passed away many years ago…” I whispered, still unable to come to terms with this.
I was in no position to pay off any debt. We could barely afford to get by. We had no money to spare, let alone the five hundred million dollars that the man was talking about.
“Exactly. That’s why we’ve been looking high and low for you, their only daughter. Since your parents are dead, you’ll have to pay the boss back,” the man said while nodding his head.
“But…I don’t have any money…” I said, completely at a loss.
“Well, that’s not exactly my problem. However, the boss wants his money back. So, you’re coming with us,” the man said.
Before I could react, the man’s hand had reached forward in astonishing speed and was gripping my wrist tightly in his large hand. He didn’t hold me too tightly and it didn’t hurt but no matter how much I struggled against him, his grip wouldn’t loosen.
“Let go! What do you think you’re doing?” I cried out loudly as I continued to struggle vainly against his grip.
“Stop struggling. You’re making this unnecessarily hard for both of us. My boss has ordered me to bring you to him if you don’t have any money to pay him back with,” the man said as he dealt with my struggling effortlessly.
“No! I refuse!” I shouted.
“Well, I’m just doing my job. Hurting women and old grannies isn’t my thing. I suggest you stop struggling now and come with me willingly,” the man said sternly.
“Gracy!” I heard my grandmother call out my name repeated in a strained and broken voice when she witnessed the physical struggle between the man and I.
However, soon after my grandmother was silent. I turned around to see that she had fainted. Oh…what do I do now?
“Let go! Can’t you see my grandma has fainted! This is all because of you…” I shouted at the man, tears stinging my eyes. This is the worst; I can’t start crying now. I need to help grandma first…
“Yo…you stay behind. Call the ambulance and get dear granny there to the closest hospital. Girl, you’re coming with me,” the man instructed one of his teammates while pointing a finger at my grandma.
The next thing I knew, my body was being lifted off the floor. The man carries me up and threw me across his shoulder effortlessly. I cried out in surprise at what was going on before I started beating my firsts on his shoulders and kicking my legs wildly.
“Grandma! Grandma!” I called out as loudly as I could as I continued to struggle.
I watched my grandmother’s unresponsive form as she laid on the floor and I felt tears running down my face. Is she going to be, ok? I don’t have anybody left…I can’t lose her too.
…
Everything that happened once I entered the black limousine was like a scene from the movies where the young woman was kidnaped by the mafia, stuffed into a car with her hands and feet bounded and a black bag placed over her head to stop her from struggling and to make sure that she didn’t know where she was being taken.