Mia

We're at a mansion. This huge place, not another house for a few miles. When we drive up to the gate, Milo says to a little box, "Hey, it's Milo. Care to open up for me, yeah?" The gate opens, and he drives us up a long paved driveway to the front door. This place is gorgeous, the house, the perfectly manicured lawns, the fancy cars. Everything about this screams 'filthy rich'.

"Look who decided to pay me a visit!" A man says as he opens the giant wooden doors to the mansion. He has short brown hair, scruffy facial hair, and eerily piercing blue eyes. His tan skin is absolutely flawless against his white t shirt and khaki pants. He wears expensive sneakers, gold chains and diamond studs in his ears. A black tattoo covers part of his neck. Yes, this is definitely the "Boss" Milo is talking about. I'm not sure if he's their gang leader, or just their dealer and the head of the drug operation. I know they're two different things, since the gang isn't just involved in drugs.

"Hey, Deno, how's it going?" Milo says, getting out the car and greeting this Deno guy with a handshake.

"Who's the girl?" Deno asks, nodding his head in my direction. I cross my arms uncomfortably as I look at him from the open car window.

"Our problem," Milo responds. "Get out of the car, Mia." I get out the car. I'm still wearing my black jeans and boots, and a red shirt with the hoodie Milo gave me. The knife is still in my boot. I notice some ash on my pants, and quickly brush it off. Deno stares at me, then says, "Okay, let's head in and we can discuss this 'situation', Milo."

I follow them into the mansion. Marble floors, tall ceilings, a huge staircase leading up to the other two stories, a huge chandelier, and expensive paintings and vases and furniture everywhere, this is definitely the home of a guy who's making a lot money. Or had a really really rich and dead relative.

We're led into a huge living room, a salon, as fashionable and wealthy people would call it. White couches and a huge flat screen, beautiful decor. This place is a masterpiece. Deno motions for us to sit on the sofa, and it's probably the most soft, luxurious thing I've ever sat on. Deno sits in the cushioned chair adjacent to Milo and I. Despite the stunning house, I'm still fearful of this guy. I don't know what's going to happen, and the feeling eats at me.

"Milo, you texted me saying you had my money, but you had a dilemma, too. First the money," Deno reaches his arm out, opening his hand for the money. Milo takes a huge wad of money out of his jeans pocket and hands it to Deno. Deno counts it, and I see the look on his face change. I assume he's discovering he's short on cash.

"Please tell me the problem is the missing $750! What the hell happened, Mi!" Deno rages. He's obviously upset, freaking pissed.

"Yes. Rj didn't show up today for his deals. We didn't have the time, I had to improvise. We would've gotten the money to you, but Mia fucked it up." Milo says, giving me a scary glance. It's not my fault he forced me to make a drug run!

"Well I'm gonna have to send one of my boys to go to Rj's...make sure he doesn't ever back out again. But you Milo, entrusting 750 worth of drugs to this girl? She looks like she's only good for a shag. How could expect her to carry her own on the street!" Deno complains.

Only good for a shag?

"Hey, I'm not some girl who goes around giving sex to guys, you don't know me," I say bitterly to him.

"Yeah, but you are the girl who stupidly lost 750 dollars! This is both of your faults...I'll deal with Rj separately. But for you two...I think I have a solution. I'll get my money back." He gazes at me, something twisted dancing in his eyes. He's crazy. Hebhas to be insane. He has all this stuff and this beautiful house, but he's so upset over 750 dollars? He takes a deep breath, than snaps his attention back to Milo.

"Mi, you can go. She stays." I hear Milo gulp.

My heart stops. I gape at Deno, "No! Not. A. Chance."

"Milo, this is the only chance you get. Leave now. She stays. It's the safest option for you. Get out!" He shouts. Milo exits.

"What are you doing!" I scream. I want to cry. He's leaving me here with a stranger, whose intentions are probably malicious. Milo doesn't respond. I hear the giant wooden doors slam shut.

"Oh my god," I murmur. Deno sits next to me on the sofa, and I scoot away from him, to the edge of the couch.

"Mia, is it? You're gonna help me get my money back. But you know, I'm gonna make way more than 750 off of you..." he moves closer and touches my cheek with the back of his fingers. I flinch.

"I'm leaving. I'm not going to do this, whatever this is," I say, rushing to get off the couch. I get up, and try to run for the door, but he grabs my wrist and pulls me back.

"Let me go!" I harshly tell him. I will not show any sign of weakness to him. I have to be my strong, usual self to this guy. He won't, can't, see me crack.

"Letting you go? Not happening. You'll be worth a lot, darlin."

"What are you gonna do to me?" I ask, afraid of his answer.

"I'm gone call a few guys over her, tell em I have a little play toy for them. A few grand from them each for some time in a room with you...are you a virgin? I could double the price for that."

I try to run, but his grip is hard, "You want me to be your sex slave? Like a prostitute, but the money goes to you. No fucking way! I've never..." I say, trailing off. Yes, I've never had sex.

This is not happening. This can't be happening.

"Oh, so you are a virgin...Sweatheart, this isn't an option. You're doing this. But if you want options, I could get rid of you instead." He lifts up his shirt to reveal a pistol at his waistline. My eyes widen. His voice make my ears want to bleed.

"I'll make some calls, and we'll find you something more...attractive to wear."

"Shut up," I say, trying to keep my cool. I'm getting ready to attack him.

"Don't try anything, or I'll pull out the gun," he says, giving me a look of warning. As soon as he turns his back for his smartphone, I shoot a fireball at him. It hits him straight in the back. He stumbles a bit, but doesn't fall. I'm astonished by how he's holding up. His white t shirt is burned where I hit him, but his back is hardly harmed.

"Shit," he mutters, turning around. "I knew I smelled something a bit off. Fire? You're a kanay!" He shouts. I gasp, "how do you know!" I shout.

"Because," he says with a grin, "I'm not just an average human." Next thing I know, his hand is moving and a dark red shade of magic is forming. He's moving so quickly, and it takes too for me to comprehend what's going on, and he shoots the red beam at me. I'm thrown against the wall. I hear a crunch and shatter, and I fall to the floor. Something sharp scratches my jeans, making a small rip.

He threw me into a mirror mounted on the wall. That was the shatter and crunch. My back aches. I feel little shards of glass from the mirror in my hair and in the grey hoodie. But I know now, I know what I'm up against. Deno is ever more dangerous than I thought.

He's a wizard.

Please read!

OH MY GOODNESS GUYS. It's getting really intense, this is why I don't recommend for younger kids, because of stuff like this :/ but I want to explore more mature and dark themes.

So how do you feel about Deno? And him wanting to use Mia's body for money?

And he's a wizard...things will just get darker. Will Mia get out of this mess?

Mia-centric chapter, but I this whole sequence is going to hopefully conclude in the next chapter. It might take a few days though. School is starting soon and I'm really busy. I hope to get another chapter out sometime this week, but after that I'll be gone for about a week because of my schedule, but I promise to write as much as I can and get a long chapter out! Thanks guys, xx.

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