I was brought out in to a large black van and thrown into the back seat. I was about to make my escape when shackled cuffs were thrown onto my arms and legs. I was pulled into the very back seat near the trunk. The trunk door opened to reveal asshole from the base inside. I rolled my eyes as he walked closer and closer with arrogance in his steps. He sits on the edge of the trunk and pulls a cloth out of his pocket. He then opens a bottle and then he twists the top off. With the swift movement of his hand he poured the liquid in the bottle onto the cloth in his other hand. He pulled his hand up to my mouth only for me to move away. He moved closer and again I moved away. He tried to move closer once more before I completely laid down giving him no way to cover my face. I smirked as I saw him getting frustrated. He smirked back at me and climbed over the seat. I scooted away as he crept closer. He grabbed my legs and pulled me closer to him. Once I was so close I could feel the heat of his skin on mine he pushed me back and climbed on top of me practically straddling me. I looked at him wide eyes and tried to push him off. He chuckled and put the cloth over my face. Before he covered my face all the way I took in a silent deep breath. He covered my face and waited patiently. I let out a small breath and pretended to get dizzy and I shut my eyes. I felt the cloth be removed and him get off of me. As soon I felt his body leave mine I opened my eyes. Smiling to myself I pulled my hands to my hair pulling out a bobby pin and started to pick the shackle cuffs off of my arms and legs. Once my cuffs were off I climbed over the seat and looked out around to make sure the coast was clear. I made a b-line straight to the woods.

Behind me I heard some one yell that I made a run for it. 

I was just about to make it into the woods when I heard some one yell " One more step and ill shoot".

I knew after that running was no longer an option. I heard foot steps coming closer and closer. And at last somebody grabbed my arm. 

"OW" I yelled as he grabbed my forearm. 

"Yea  like i'm falling for that."

"NO seriously let off of my arms!"I practically cried out. I ripped my arms away and pulled my sleeves up to reveal my arms covered in blood.

I looked around for the asshole in the van. Once I spotted him I ran to him as fast as I could.

"Do you have medical experience?" I rushed out of breath and in a worried voice.

"Yea? Wh-" I cut him off showing him my arms that were covered in blood and un stitched.

"Oh boss is not gonna like this..." he said in a unnerved voice. I rolled my eyes and cleared my throat  showing him my arms.

"Alright sit down and wait here. Like don't move. Ok" he said to me as if I was a child. I sat down and waited patiently. Moments later he came back with a medical kit. He pulled out a stitching needle and medical thread. I waited for the pain to come when he grabbed my arm.

"This is going to hurt are you sure you sure you don't want me to numb it first." he asked hesitantly. I nodded and waited. A sharp prick went through my arm. I winced but didn't make a sound. Soon the stitching was done and I actually got into the car voluntarily. Soon we were on our way to somewhere I have no clue.

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I didn't realize but I fell asleep. I was woke up from sleeping by being picked up. I Opened my eyes to see the jerk from the van. My eyes went wide when the memories came back from the base. I jumped out of his arms and proceeded to walk behind them. Where are we going. we were currently walking down a gravel path.

Soon we neared a gigantic house well more of a mansion.

we walked to the door and was greeted by a butler. 

"Follow me." the man from the van said. I walked after him and followed him up a large set of stairs.

"What is your name any way's" I asked looking at him.

"Lavino" He said in a passive voice. wow that's a unique name.

"What about you" he said looking back at me.

"Andy"

"Isn't that a guys name?"

"Its short for Andalinia."

"That's cool I guess" so we appeared at a large wooden door. I looks at Lavino slightly confused. He knocked on the door and was told to come in. As we walked in the room we were greeted with an office space filled with nothing but papers. Everywhere. I look at the dark wood dest to be faced with a man sculpted like a god. He had dark hair slicked messily into a quiff and black dress shirt with a dress coat hanging on the chair he was in.

"Boss we have a member of the FWR" Lavino said. With those few words the man at the desk shot his gaze to me. I made direct eye contact with his intense eyes.

"You can leave Lavino. " the man said with a deep soothing voice. Lavino left without another word. The man stood up and walked over to me stopping right in front of me.

"Hmm... What's a pretty thing like you in a filthy gang like them?" he said with his eyes scanning me up and down.

"Just because i'm a girl doesn't mean I can't play with the big boys." I said walking closer showing i'm not afraid. He walked another step closer so I had to look up to him. When men get close I get uncomfortable. Now not that I don't think his attractive or anything. I just... Well, I don't have a good experience with men. I took in our close proximity and stepped back. He chucked and took another step forward. This continued until I was against the wall with a 6'4 godly man practically pinning me to the wall. I looked at him and tried to mask my fear.

"W-what do you want?" I studded out. Damn it Andy! You sound pathetic.

"It simple" he said "You have the body and the looks. You can work for me. " I laughed at him as he continued.

"No no listen to my proposal. I give you protection and you work for me." he said looking at me.

"What does my 'work' include" I asked skeptically not seeing the catch.

"Well you can be a personal and house maid." he said.

"What are my other options?" I ask. Obviously I don't want to work for my enemy.

"Well I could kill you and send you in a body bag down the river" he said like it was an everyday thing. I stared wide eyes and shook my head.

"I think ill go along with my first choice." I said plastering on a fake smile. Not really knowing what my responsibilities are as a maid I stupidly asked,"what do I have to do." he looked at me and smirked then said simply.

"Me." I looked at him purely in shock. Did he really mean that.

"Uh no. I don't even know your name let alone do i want to get to know the man that is technically holding me captive" I said frustrated with this arrogant pervert.

"Well lets get to know each other." he said reaching his hand for mine. I quickly moved so he couldn't grab me. He shrugged his shoulders and motioned for me to follow him. He walked through the door of his office and down the steps. We must have walked down like three stories by now! Soon we stopped at a large glass door. He opened the door and we were met with a gigantic garden. I stared wide eyes. I loved studying flowers with my mom when she was alive. He walked me over to a small wooden bench and motioned for me to sit down. Once I sat down he began to speak.

"Alright ill give you a small summary of me then you do the same. Any other question can be asked after. My name is Francisco Lachiowski. Im 24. My favorite color is red. Im the mafia leader of the Montiago." oh um ok I guess its my turn now.

"Um... Im Andy Losey. Which is short for Andalinia. Im 23 years old. My favorite color is blue. Im a part... Well was a part of the FWR."

"What do mean 'was'?"

"Well the only reason that I was caught was because they left me." I said clenching my fist angrily.

"Hmm... Where did you come from." he asked intrigued.

"I was born and raised in Millennium Park. What about you?" I leaned forward resting my elbows on my knees.

"I was born in Alaska then I moved around a lot as a kid. Never really stayed in one place." he said looking at me.

"Now how did you get mixed up in a gang like them anyhow. You look like the type of girl who loved pink and flowers." he chuckled.

"I joined because..." I tried to think of a good lie.

"Tell the truth." he says looking at me intently.

"It start when my mom died. Ya know I really don't want to talk about this. No offense but I really don't know you so..." I said hesitant. He nodded and started to walk to the door.

"Follow me ill have someone tell you about your new job."