Page 16 of Forced to Marry into a Mafia Family
I waited until I heard Buddha’s vehicle leave before I pounced to my feet. Racing into the bathroom, I gauged the window that was way too high for me to climb through without assistance. The only problem was that I had no idea what I could use to stand on to help me climb through.
“I don’t suppose I can climb on your back, Lotus,” I asked the dog. She tilted her head as if she knew what I was asking. Walking back to the bedroom, I began searching and pulled the closet open. In the corner was a small, folded-up chair. I smiled when I reached for it, taking it back into the bathroom. I placed it right under the window and climbed up.
“Bingo,” I muttered triumphantly when I saw that the chair was the help I needed—satisfied that I could make a clear run for it. I took the chair and put it right back where I found it.
Reclaiming my spot on the floor, I sat there becoming better acquainted with Lotus until I heard Buddha’s vehicle return. I kept my eyes on the door, waiting for him to walk through. Once he did, his eyes found me seated with his dog, and he lifted an eyebrow.
“Well, look at you two,” Buddha said, closing and locking the door behind him. I eyed him suspiciously, because his white shirt was rolled up to his elbows and he had what appeared to be blood on the front. Did this man leave to go to his pig farm to kill a pig? His hair was a little disheveled, also. I’m not certain what Buddha left to attend to, but it was something.
“She’s cool,” I told him as I rubbed Lotus’ side. Buddha nodded his head as he began to unbutton his shirt. I tried to look away, but I couldn’t. I’m not even sure I wanted to. Buddha tugged his shirt off and dropped it on the floor. He turned his back so he could open the very closet I was just snooping inside. I felt a sense of panic, but he took out a black garbage bag and closed the closet door.
I stayed deathly silent as he stripped out of his pants. Confused, I watched as he disposed of both his shirt and his pants into the garbage bag. Why would he do that? What kind of blood was on his shirt? My first guess would be that wasn’t pig's blood. Turning around, he caught me staring at him. Instead of having some sort of discretion. Buddha yanked his boxers right down to his ankles, standing there in all his naked glory.
“Jesus,” I muttered, appalled by his boldness, looking away from his nakedness.
“Why you acting as though you’ve never seen a naked man before, Dior? Or is it you’ve never seen a 6ft 8” mothafucka carrying 11” before?” I could tell from his tone that he was smirking at me. However, I refused to look in his direction to see if I was right. Buddha walked by me so he could make his way into the bathroom. I snuck a peek at his ass just before the door closed.
Was he being serious when he said he had 11” between his legs?From what I saw, it sure looked like it. I shook my head because why did I even care how many inches that nigga had? Why did I care how flawless and sexy he looked naked? The wayhis firm ass had me wondering what it would be like to sink my nails into his flesh as he fucked me through the mattress.
“What is wrong with me?” I muttered to myself, shocked at my thoughts. Feeling absolutely disgusted with myself, I got up from the floor and sat on the bed. Lotus looked up at me, confused as to why I moved away from her.
“Sorry, girl, no hard feelings.”
I sat Indian-style on the bed as I contemplated whether I really had the balls to go through with making a run for it. Buddha seemed like a chill nigga, but I could sense he was a dangerous man. Shit, even his mother told me so. However, what was I really supposed to do here? Just sit and let this crazy Ricci family dictate my life. Keep me locked away until Lewis pays off his debt. Not to mention getting married to that maniac in the bathroom. What if Lewis never repaid them? Then what? I’ll be stuck here all my life.
Na, fuck all that. I was going to risk it and run like I stole some shit. I was pretty sure I’d be able to get away with it.
The door for the bathroom swung open hard as hell. It startled me. Buddha clearly didn’t know his own strength. He almost yanked that mothafucka off the hinges. He looked over at me, the towel wrapped around the lower half of his magnificent body. He was still slightly wet. His hair was no longer in his signature man bun. Instead, it hung loosely, touching the tops of his damp shoulders. My eyes followed him across the room as he pulled open the top drawer of his dresser and took out a pair of grey sweatpants and a white tee.
I immediately looked away when he took the towel off. This man seriously did not give a fuck about being naked in front of me.
“The tattoo on your back. Do you practice Buddhism?” I asked the question to take my mind off his naked body as he slipped the sweatpants on. Turning around, he took a blackstretchy band from off the dresser and wrapped his hair up. He didn’t answer my question. It was almost as if he were considering whether to reply.
Slowly, he made his way over and handed me the white T-shirt.
“Take your outside clothes off.” Trying not to roll my eyes, I took his t-shirt and stood up. With my back turned, I began unbuttoning the Polo shirt dress. I was very careful because I knew I had no underwear on. I listened as Buddha opened the door so that Lotus could go outside to her own bed. I must say I’d become an expert in undressing without exposing too much of myself.
“I was introduced to Buddhism after I got kidnapped when I was nineteen,” he said. I was shocked that he actually answered. I turned around to face him. He was picking up the garbage bag with his clothing, and he placed it in the corner of the room before he looked at me.
“You were kidnapped?” I asked, hoping that he would provide more details. I wondered what kind of teenager he was. Probably a very mischievous one that couldn’t stay out of trouble.
“Yeah, the man Lewis stole from. His name is Edwardo. He and my father were actually old friends and business partners. Edwardo was married to a woman named Catalina. She was way fucking younger than him, she was closer to my age,” as Buddha spoke, he walked to the bed and pulled the covers back. “Get in.”
I knew better than to fuss, so I quietly did as I was told. Climbing under the covers, I lay on my back as Buddha tucked me. Then he climbed on top, trapping me in.
“I’m really sorry for what Lewis did. How exactly did your kidnapping lead to your tattoo?” I genuinely asked because I wanted to know.
“Catalina and I were having an affair behind Edwardo’s back. She was like thirty and decided that his almost fifty-year-old dick wasn’t going to cut it.” Buddha stared up at the ceiling, one hand tucked under his head as he spoke. Was I shocked to learn that at nineteen, Buddha was sleeping with an almost thirty-year-old who was also his father’s friend’s wife? Not at all, this nigga looked like he gave zero fucks. Fuck having morals.
“So, I’m guessing Edwardo found out and kidnapped you?” I guessed the rest of the story.
“He didn’t just find out, he caught us. Catalina was a brave one. She knew I did runs for both Edwardo and my father. Sometimes I had to collect money from their customers. I would bring it over to Edwardo’s house. We would take the risk on those days. She knew the layout of their home, obviously. So she knew what rooms we could go into and not get caught.”
“That shit went south one day. Edwardo was on the way to the airport, and we believed we were free. We planned it out so that I would spend the day at their home. What we didn’t plan for was Edwardo returning because he forgot something before the plane took off. He walked in on me with my nineteen-year-old dick deep inside Catalina. She was hollering so fucking much we didn’t even hear the door open,” Buddha paused then, and I turned to look at him. His expression changed; his eyes darkened, and angry lines creased his forehead.
“He didn’t let you leave?” I asked. Buddha shook his head, no.
“I was young and didn’t look the way I do now. I was like 90 lbs lighter. Edwardo easily overpowered me. He and his goons beat me to a bloody pulp. They put me in a room for a week. My parents had no idea where the fuck I disappeared to. They searched, but nothing came up. As part of her punishment for our affair, Catalina was forced to visit me every day. She was responsible for bringing me water and dry bread, nothingelse. Edwardo had me tied to a chair, naked, bleeding, and very humiliated. Catalina taught me about Buddhism on the days she would visit. She introduced me to the religion and told me it would be the light at the end of the dark tunnel.”
