“A Gift For The Mafia Boss”

It’s a short story I wrote for “Fizzo Christmas short story mini contest”, held last December 2021. A very first writing contest I joined, and fortunately I won first prize.

The criteria of the contest were; first, we have to choose from the four plots they had provided, which in my case, I chose the plot 1 (Kidnapped). Then, second, we should be able to write a short story made of 300 words, which can exceeds up to 350 words only.

Third and last, we are to post our short story on our social media accounts, either Facebook or Instagram. I posted mine on my Facebook account, then we are to use the hashtags #Fizzo #Christmaswithfizzo, then tag @Fizzo-Authors Platform to make sure our entries will be counted.

I know, this story wasn’t so good… but I put my heart and soul while writing this short story. And I’m planning to make a full story out of it in the future. I’m not just sure when, but that’s on my list already.

I hope you enjoy reading it, as much as I enjoy writing it.

Thank You!

Plot 1 (Kidnapped)

Darkness.

Restraint movements and beaded sweats graced her forehead.

Emma feels her body run cold, as she trembles in fear, with her eyes blindfolded, and her lips quivering.

Both her hands were tied behind a chair she’s forced to sit in. She didn’t know where they took her, and she had no idea what was the motive behind this kidnapping. She’s clueless, and she feels really frightened.

She’s just having the time of her life, as she swings and sways her hips at the sound of playing upbeat music earlier at the bar with her friends while waiting for the clock to strike twelve.

Then suddenly, a group of men snatched her. And bring her with them. What could they possibly need or would get from her?

She’s not born of money.

She’s no celebrity.

She’s just a nobody.

‘But why?’ She thought.

Suddenly, she hears footsteps. Her heart’s beating abnormally every passing moment. ‘Are they going to rape me? Then kill me after? Oh, God, please no!’ she silently cries and prays.

“What’s that?” a voice asks.

“A special gift for you, for all the good businesses we shared,” another voice says.

“A gift for me?… Open,” the man said.

Then, his men tore the box. And all its sides, swiftly drop to the ground, revealing a woman, tied on a chair, her back facing him. He walks towards her — unties her.

And walks to her front.

Both their eyes and mouths agape, in great surprise.

“Sir Tristan?”

“Emma?”

They voiced their names in unison.

“Someone told me, you like your assistant. So how do you like my gift?” The other man speaks.

“Oh, I like it very much,” Tristan replies. Then look at her hungrily.

“Seems like the mafia boss got his best gift on Christmas eve.” someone says.

“Boss of what?” Emma exclaims, but Tristan shuts her lips with a passionate kiss.