Raphael Mancini had prepared for it. He had one of his men produce the document in minutes. He must have been doing this for a long time, forcing young vulnerable women to become his slaves for a year or two of their lives.
"Sign here, Signora" the large man who had gone to fetch the document said, handing her a ball-point pen and indicating the area of the document she was to sign with fingers the size of sausages. Elena's gaze traveled from the document spread flat on a glass stool just before her, and to Raphael Mancini, who, all the while, suffered no dent to his large jeering smirk. Elena wished she could wipe the smirk from his face right that minute. It infuriated her.
"Have you changed your mind, signora? My men must be loading their magazines in preparation to shoot your father to death. We should be hearing some gunshots in perhaps ten or twenty minutes. Depends on their moods, it could happen in five. Dante can be quite trigger-happy sometimes", Raphael smirked, consulting an expensive gold wristwatch around his wrist.
Elena cursed him in her head a thousand times. She snatched the pen, and bent low to scribble her signature roughly onto the area of the paper the man had specified. She returned to her feet to glare at Raphael.
Raphael made a motion of his hand and two of his men ran out, coming back with Harry. The moment her father was dragged past the doorway, Elena ran to him, very concerned.
"Are you alright, Dad" she asked, checking him out. Her eyes lingered more on his bloodied face, considering the extent of damage done to his face. She pulled a handkerchief from her pocket, cleaning the blood away, most of which had caked up on his face.
"You shouldn't have come to find me, Elena." her father mumbled almost incoherently, a little bit delirious with pain, while she continued to wipe the blood from his face. Her efforts revealed two deep cuts beneath a lock of his long hair and near his hairline.
"We will get back to that, but first, let's get you treated", she snatched him from the hold of Raphael's men, leading him to the only stairs in the extremely spacious living room. "Where is your room here" she asked.
She wasn't expecting him to push her. She staggered backward, tettering on her heels for a moment. She would have landed her buttocks on the tiled floor if someone hadn't caught her. She looked up, and it was the last man in the world she would want so close to her right now. Raphael Mancini. He steered her into the broadness of his arms, grinning down at her. It seemed like a harmless grin, but Elena couldn't help but think he was taunting her. She jerked herself away from his arms instantly, putting some space between them. She forced enough composure into herself. Slightly embarrassed. Even whilst a few feet away from him, his woody manly scents hung tight in the air around her, as if he'd deliberately planted them there.
"Go! Go away from here. I am sorry I abandoned you and your mother twenty years ago, but it was all to prevent this from happening. I never wanted you and Martha to be caught in this business.", Harry yelled. His voice filled the room as he kept yelling for her to go.
Raphael disregarded Harry and concentrated his gaze on her. He caught her look of embarrassment and the size of his grin grew. "You are my property now, signora, and you will stay on my estate from now on. If you don't want me disciplining your kleptomaniac father, I suggest you convince him to treat my property with the utmost care", he said. He was grinning broadly, yet he sounded quite stern.
Elena fought against the urge to reply. She moved closer to Harry. She forcefully snatched his wrist and led him up the stairs. With steel in her voice she yelled at her father. "Shut up about the talk of me going, because it isn't going to happen. Where the hell is your room around here?"
Harry was momentarily shocked. "Upstairs. Second floor. The first room on your right" he stammered.
"Let's go" Elena announced. With a shrug of determination, she led her father up the stairs and to the room he had described. She pushed a thick oak and double-paneled door, leading both of them into a comfortably furnished room. She helped him to the bed, which was quite a wide affair with broad duvet draped on it. She sat him down on the bed.
She searched around for a first aid box, and found one in one of the drawers around. Then she squatted near him, tending carefully to his wounds. All the while, he was as docile as a statue. A couple of minutes after treating his wounds, and sealing band-aids on his cuts. A hurried knock resounded on the door, and before she could make a comment to whoever was behind the door, the door slid open. A big man filled the whole of the doorway, barely leaving some space for air. A permanent scowl was carved onto his large fleshy face. He glared at Harry with undisguised hatred.
"El Capitan wants signora right now."
Elena regarded him warily, incredulous. "What for," she inquired sharply.
"You don't need to know, Signora. You are El Capitan's property now. He wants you when he wants you, and he doesn't when he doesn't. He decides what he wants to do with his property himself, he doesn't tell me."
Elena watched him for a minute, indecisively. "Tell him I am on my way. I will be there when I am done tending to my father's injuries."
"No" the man yelled, shaking his enormous head in disagreement. "You come now, Signora, or I will come in and carry you out. Signore Harry is sure to get a nurse. You don't have to bother about him. No one keeps El Capitan waiting."
Elena considered the big man once more. The scowl on his face was enough for her to realize he would definitely come into the room, and carry her out if she refused to follow willingly. She rose to her feet grudgingly, and crossed to the door. Then the man led the walk to the crazy Mafia don.