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𝐋 𝐔 𝐍 𝐀 • 𝐆 𝐎 𝐌 𝐄 𝐙

His hand grips around my arm tighter and tighter, causing my muscles to tense in agony in response.

"You're hurting me!" I exclaim and attempt to shove him off, but his face is stern... And emotionless.

"Like you were going to hurt my family?" He scoffs, "I don't think so!" He drags me down the stairs and everything seems so eye-opening now.

He pulls me further and further, causing me to nearly fall down the stairs with his aggressive pull, I'm thankful that my stomach had healed nearly fully since the shooting, but now I'm worried my stitches will re-open with the pressure Dante is pushing on top of me.

"I said let go!" I exclaim once again, as loud as I could in hopes I could be heard. I sigh in defeat and give up, I let him take me to the bottom of the stairs until I'm faced with multiple cages. They're large for a human, so my thoughts are that they're almost like prison cells.

My body suddenly collides with the cold concrete floor, I look up to face the horrible man that stands before me and in attempt to charge at him, but fail, he closes the jail door tight and locks it with a key.

"So, we need to have a little chat." He announces, pulling up a chair to sit opposite me with a faceful of anger and frustration.

I glance around my environment and see no natural light, there is nothing but a bed in here and a small toilet. I scoff and take a seat on the white sheets that lay across the bed.

"What do you want?" I cock up my brow and look at his smirk that is painted across his face, I've never seen something so evil. I deal with people like him in my everyday life multiple times, but he's the worst.

"Who are you?" He looks at me with curiosity. But I shrug. Not giving the answer he wants.

"If you don't answer me, I will have to force the words out of you." The lack of intimidation was running through his voice, you could tell he was trying to power over me, but little does he know.

"Not going to talk?" He stares down at me and I chuckle under my breath.

"What you going to do?" I scoff, "Hurt me?" I look at him with a smile across my face, I wasn't scared of him.

He gets closer and closer and unlocks the door until he close to my face, his teeth are gritted together and his lips are soon in a straight line. "You'll have to wait and see, won't you?" He chuckles and leaves me alone in the cell. Walking upstairs away from me seemed so easy for him to just turn his feelings off. But it all makes sense now. They're mafia men, they don't have feelings.

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My back was against the wall and I was still staring at the white walls, they were plain with no pattern on them at all. I roll my eyes and already feel the boredom wash over me. My mind travels to my wonderful daughter who I haven't seen in ages, which only causes me to become angry.

I bolt up from the bed and shake the cell continuously until I get the response I want.

"Can you keep the noise to a minimum?" The voice is deep and stern, but nothing like Dante's.

Justin's chocolatey eyes look straight at me, his eyes are full of pure evil.

"I heard you shouting and causing noise, what do you want?" He raises his brow at me and becomes annoyed. He looks at me demanding a response but all I can do is stare back at him.

"You ready to talk yet?" He cocks up his brow and I shake my head, trying to keep my thoughts of Alessia to a minimum.

"Well, can you be quiet?" His face gets close to mine, only inches away. I can smell the alcohol already floating out of his mouth, the smell is dreadful with a mix of his bad breath.

"Do you have to drink all the time? It's bad for your teeth, liver... And your mind." I chuckle, "Oh, I forgot, you only follow orders from your boss, you don't have a mind of your own." I snigger and watch as the cell door suddenly opens widely.

Justin allows himself inside and closes the door behind him, I find myself gulping when he pushes me up against the wall.

"I'll beat the shit out of you if you don't answer with who you are." He grits through his teeth, I look at him with my glassy eyes, I don't feel upset about the situation I'm in, I'm just upset that I can't see my daughter.

"What's stopping you?" I ask, innocently. I receive a kick to my leg and nearly fall to the floor, the pain in my leg nearly caused me to loose my complete balance.

His hands grip around me and he throws me onto the bed, hard. I struggle to breathe when my back is slammed against the bed, the mattress isn't soft at all which explains it.

"Who are you?" He repeats, but continues to hold me under his body, to show how powerful he is. I cough loudly in front of him causing the iron liquid to spit out from my mouth, I use my loose hand to smudge the liquid away but the redness of it just kept flowing down my face, my back was still pressed against the bed, making me swallow the iron chemical.

I looked at Justin and saw the anger in his eyes, he grabbed both of my wrists and came closer to my face, I knew if I didn't begin fighting now, I'd end up choking on my own blood. I cough and spit out the blood onto his face and watch as his hands rapidly move and release the grip from my wrist allowing me to push him off of me and coughing the liquid up.

"Voi!" [You] Justin exclaims and just before I can run out from the cell my waist is grabbed and shoved back around in the air.

"Let go of me!" I exclaim and try and dig my nails into his skin.

"Stop it!" He exclaims and shoves me back onto the bed and slaps me across the face, only causing the blood to trail further down my face.

"What the hell is going on?" Bruno's voice is no longer soft, but rough and full of some sort of emotion that I'm unsure of.

"Justin?" Bruno's jaw almost looks as if it's about to fall the floor with his eyes looking at Justin and I.

He bombards in and drags Justin out of the cell, looking at him with disgust? I'm confused with what's going on but I continue to look at him even though my vision is blury. I watch as Justin walks away with my smeared blood across his face.

I look up at Bruno and watch as his eyes trail across my body wondering what has happened.

"What happened? Why are you in here?" He looks at me with pity and I take in a deep breath.

"Your bother." I roll my eyes and watch as Bruno's expression soon turns to hatred.

"My brother laid hands on you?" He asks aggressively, and I'm still on the line of processing his question. Dante didn't lay any hands on me, he was so angry and I'm still suprise that he didn't attack me. Yeah, he threw threats at me but they're just words aren't they? Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.

That man is all mouth, no action. I wonder if I annoyed him anymore, if the outcome would've been different.

"No, your brother didn't do this." I look out where Justin was standing and look back at Bruno before finishing my sentence, "It was Justin."

"Then why are you in here?" He asks.

"Like I know." I lie. I know why I'm here, they're onto me. I watch as Bruno looks at me and locks up the cell where the key is still intact in the lock.

"I'll let you out when I know what's going on." Bruno says softly and I nod in agreement, I trust Bruno. I'm then left once again leaning my back against the cold wall. I sigh and sit still as the fatigue sensation is running through my body, taking over my mind and my movement.

I find myself laying down and resting my head against the soft pillow, but feel my body rest against the hard mattress. My body feels numb, so tired.

I close my eyes lightly but wait for the darkness to already engulf me and my body, causing my eyelids to tightly close.