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𝐋 𝐔 𝐍 𝐀 • 𝐆 𝐎 𝐌 𝐄 𝐙

I rubbed the remaining sleep from my eyes and watch as the dust fell onto my lap. The room was empty, just the way it was as I slept. Other than to be woken by a man I hadn't met, presuming Dante and Bruno's father from the anger in his voice, now I see where Dante gets it from.

I sigh and begin to stand until the door from above rattled open, causing me to startle and panic.

I gaze around in hopes to find something to protect myself with, whoever it was. But it was no use, there was nothing here.

"Good morning." Bruno sighs, looking at me with a forced smile.

I look at his appearance and witness the lack of business wear, probably because no one can work currently from the shooting.

I stared further and noticed the black polo top hug onto his biceps and his trousers wrapped tightly around his probably muscular legs.

I take in a deep breath and look at his face, the expression of pity was clearly painted on. "Morning." I let out, it took a lot to do but I'm stuck here and this is all the communication I'm going to get for awhile.

"We need to talk." His voice was soft and not at all demanding, his obedient statement almost seemed like a question.

"But please, not here." He takes in a deep breath and rummages around in his pocket.

A few seconds went by and Bruno pulled out a set of keys, he inserted it into the horrible yet protective prison door and came in–keeping his distance.

"We can talk upstairs, like normal people. My brother is out with my father, there is no one else in the house but you and I." He reassures with his tone which gives me a sense of comfort and protection. I look at Bruno uneasy on what to say, but I can't help feel the eruption in my stomach, begging me to have something to fill myself up.

He chuckles,"Don't worry, I'll make sure you eat first." All I could do was release the smallest nod. I walked out of the cell and followed Bruno upstairs. The narrow hallway was pitch black until the door at the top was in view, showing the bright light ahead.

We finally made it out from the basement and I managed to get an even better look at the house, after all I have been stuck facing the same four walls in quite some time.

"What do you fancy for breakfast?" Bruno asked as his voice was soon dissappearing off into the kitchen. I struggled to keep up with him with the lack of energy I have within my body.

"Anything." I mutter along with a smile. Bruno soon came back into view and already placed himself over the hob of the oven ready to make me breakfast.

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I was already stuffing my face as soon as Bruno had put my breakfast down, I didn't even get time to glance at what was on my plate but I already knew the bursts of flavours were roaming on my taste buds, the smell of bacon definitely filled me up with just being in front of me.

"Thank you." I muttered rudely with my mouthful of the delicious food.

"So, is it okay to talk still? No one is around." Bruno's gaze travelled to me, but soon bounced away, paying attention to the stool that he is pulling up next to me.

I hesitate, but nod a few seconds later.

He coughs and clears up his throat before he can begin, but there is something about Bruno. He's calm, supportive... Not like any other mafia gang member I've met before. Not like I have anyone else to compare him against but I'm sure other gang members aren't at all pleasant.

"What's your name?" He cocks up his brow and gets straight to the point, I'm filling my mouth with each bite of food in hopes I can avoid the question, but it's no use. He'll get the answer from me one way or another.

"My brother tried to do a background check on you, he can't find anything. Why?"

I take a sip of my coffee and take in a deep breath, I attempt to avoid eye-contact with Bruno before I can answer his question.

"L-Luna Gomez." I stutter. He nods and takes a look down at his feet. I already dread the upcoming questions that are already roaming around in his mind and I can't bare to answer them.

"What are you doing here Luna?"

My hands become clammy and I can already feel the sweat trailing down my back, I gather up the courage and say to the gang member in front of me. "I can't say."

He sighs, releasing the tinest bit of frustration. I look at him and pity him, he can't know anything about me. Although I stupidly mentioned my name.

"Luna, I'm trying to be honest with you here... I'd appreciate it if you were honest with me." He takes in a deep breath, "I'm trying to help you, although you can't go back and live in your own home, I can help make it real enough for you."

I scoff slightly and mutter, "But living with a bunch of gang members will make me feel better, won't it?" I roll my eyes and watch as his patience is probably slipping away, at least he has more patience than his brother.

"Do you have any family?" He asks sternly, but without any aggression.

"I do." I sigh in defeat and find myself having my head in my hands. My mind roams at the only person who is keeping me alive, the person I've tried to hide from this horrid world, but it's almost impossible.

"Who?" He cocks up his brow and almost seems as if he's leaning foward to know every single detail. But I stay silent.

"Husband?" He suggests, gazing his eyes along my left hand, looking for a silver or gold band around my marriage finger. I shake my head.

"Parents?"

"Kind of." I mutter.

"How old are you Luna?"

"Don't be shy Luna, I'm twenty eight." He chuckles, "Getting older and older each day it seems." I chuckle along and I take in a deep breath.

"Twenty six." I stare at him and he doesn't look at me full of suprise, but my mind keeps bouncing back to that one person. My person.

"Any other family members, or friends?" He looks at me, almost as if he is giving me one last chance to open up about my background. Might as well come clean now, they could easily find a background on me through their laptops, now that they know my name.

"I have a daughter." I blert, almost forgetting who I was talking to, but Bruno can be trusted... Can't he?

His eyes widen in shock, or disbelief. I look at him and my eyes become watery, they're covered with a thin layer of liquid which is waiting to spill out.

"You're telling me, you've been stuck here and you have a daughter?" He looks at me and runs his fingers through his hair, pulling at his scalp.

"Yes?" I answer questionably.

Bruno sighs deeply before muttering "God Luna." He pinches the bridge of his nose with frustration and squints his eyes. My heart falls to my stomach as a terrible thought had entered my mind.

"Please don't tell anyone!" I exclaim and almost feel like crying.

"You can't just tell me you have a daughter and not expect me to do nothing about it." He looks at me, with a faceful of an emotion I can't put my finger on. It's either anger, disbelief or annoyance.

"Do you see yourself as a strong mother Luna? Please, tell me." He looks at me, deeply. I nod, I guess I am strong, being an undercover officer yet looking after a daughter at the same time.

As if Bruno read my mind, he asked me the question. "How old is your daughter?" I take in a deep breath and look at him.

"Six."

"Then you need to tell me how I can contact her, she can come here. Live here with you for now."

"In the basement?" I look at him and he rolls his eyes.

"Of course not, you'll have a space here, we'll keep you safe."

The bubbling question roams around in my mind, and I need to ask it. The warmth of the room is already attacking my body and my mind, making me feel dizzy.

"Why?" I ask the question, the question that could mean so much to me and my little girl.

"A child needs their mother, correct?" He raises his brow and I suppose he's right, she'll be lost without me, she probably misses me and my warm hugs.

"If my wife wasn't with me, was a single parent and was stuck and in trouble, and the only option was to live with a houseful of gang members, I'd gladly take them in."

"So, Luna–"

"–But why Bruno? You don't even know who I am or why I'm here!" I exclaim in anger already feeling the tears stroll down my cheeks.

He takes one look at me and gets up from his stool, he tucks it away and states at me one last time.

"Because I'm sure you had your reasons to do what you did." He walked off to leave me in the kitchen, alone. But stopped in his tracks to add.

"Just think about it. Please"