Lorenzo Pov
She hasn't moved from that corner in like an hour, I sat in my office watching her through the screen. She sat there staring into nothing, it was too dark for her to see anything. When she realised no one could hear her screaming she stopped banging on the door and moved to a corner. The cell was built to be soundproof, so you can't hear the cries of traitors or prisoners.
I haven't left my office in an hour after I found out the Mexicans took one of my containers. The war between us has been going on for years now and it was nowhere near solved. They just cost me millions and millions of dollars. If fucking Alessio didn't kill their capo over a girl we wouldn't be here.
I had to be downstairs soon after all it was my party, my underbosses were here to see me. My men were curious to know who she was when they saw her, I didn't tell them that she was an American spy. I told them she was just some whore that stole from me.
I looked at the screen one more time before I got up. I made sure my gun was loaded, a fight might go down tonight. You never know when someone wants to shot a bullet in my head. I knew most by them hated me, I don't need them to like me. As long as they respect me I won't put a bullet in their heads.
I fixed my suit as I walked down. I could hear them talking and laughing, this is probably the only time they get to sit down and laugh together. I haven't been gone for too long, just a month. I had to take care of my business in Italy but my home was in Moscow. I grew up here with my parents and sister, but I'm the only one left now.
They stopped eating when they saw me and got up. I nodded at them to sit down. We were going to have dinner. Most of them had their wife's with them. I smiled at them and sat down.
"Elena?" Say surprises when I saw her sitting next to Alessio. I didn't know she was going to be here. We didn't part on good terms. The last time I saw her was when she was walking down the aisle and I walked out on her.
"Lorenzo" she nodded at me going back to her food.
I looked at her father, Antonio. Pulling on my tie, he wasn't too happy when I walked out on his daughter.
"Alessio says you brought a girl home with you" I hear her say
"is that true?" Her father asks "you leave my daughter then bring a girl home a month later!" He yelled in Italian. The whole table got silent waiting for my reaction.
I look over at Alessio picking up my drink. That fucker doesn't know when to shut up.
"Don't forget your place Antonio" I remind him.
"Do plan on marrying this one" I hear one of them say
"You can't she's not il nostro sangue!" Antonio slams his hands on the table saying she's not our blood.
I put down my drink, looking at him. I should blow his brains out for talking to me like that. But I respected him, he was my father friend.
"Speak to me like that again and it will be your last" I warn him
"As for the girl I brought home, it doesn't involve any of you. She was just some whore that stole from my club" I addressed all of them lying.
"That's unlike you to care about some thief, for you to bring her back home she must have stolen something big," Elena says smirking at me
"Just shut the fuck up Elena, quit being a bitter bitch" my cousin Aria says
I hear the men laughing and Elena's face turned red. I couldn't be happier I didn't marry her, I didn't love her or anything. It was a good match for both of us. Her father was one of my most trusted men. She was young and beautiful, but the day of the wedding as I watched her walk down that aisle. I heard my mothers voice telling me what love felt like, how much she loved my father. And for some reason at that moment, I wanted that and I knew I wouldn't have that with Elena. All she cared about was an image and having the most expensive clothes. But who could love a man like me?
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Maya Pov
It felt like I have been down here for days, I knew it was just hours. I was trying not to lose my mind in the dark basement. Memories I buried deep down were coming back. I looked down at my buried hands. I stopped trying to untie it, I gave up when I started seeing blood.
I can't believe that bastard left me in his basement whilst he went on with his day. I could feel the tears forming, I was starving, I haven't eaten for a day. And for someone who loves food that was a very long time. The last time I starved this long was when I was younger. I didn't have the best childhood growing up.
My mother died when I was very young and my father wasn't present. I didn't know anything about him. Not even his name. My mother never talked about him, all she said was he wasn't a good man. We didn't have a lot, she was an immigrant that came to the US pregnant. So she wasn't making a lot of money, she worked about 5 different jobs. Cleaning people's houses, waitressing anything that would provide us with food.
She later died when I was 5, it was a robbery in the restaurant she was working. She got six bullets in her, she died on the flood of the restaurant. The more I looked into the shooting it didn't make sense, the robber left without the money but the witness reported he asked for a name. But the police didn't do an investigation, she was after all an illegal immigrant.
She didn't have any friends so no one was looking for me. I was alone in our tiny apartment for days crying. Later our neighbours an old lady found me and called CPS. I was put in the system. My life didn't go so well after that.
I sat the dark in trying to think of my happy place. But instead, I saw his blue eyes. I could feel myself going mad already, I don't do well in dark places. I thought I could stay strong and fight him, that I could survive him as well. But I don't think I can put myself through this again.
I closed my eyes again and saw his face. I won't lie and say he wasn't handsome. Sexy, if we didn't hate each other I would let him fuck me. But now I knew who he was I would rather put a knife in his back.