Lucia recalled that the man downstairs was indeed the same Mafia boss who took their entire hospital under siege a while back. Her senses were instinctively on high alert, as the possibility of her getting drunk at his bar being a coincidence narrowed.
To worsen things, he specifically told her not to leave the room, something she interpreted to mean he was coming back.
For her.
"What if he decides to kill me off?" She reasoned, hugging her knees tightly. "That makes sense, I know who he is and where he lives. It's only logical that he's going to shut me up permanently." An image of the scar on his neck flashed before her eyes, a reminder that he was certainly not the kind to be gentle.
She sprung out of his bed and sauntered over to the window, with the sole intention to see just how high up she was.
'At this rate, I'd rather take my chances falling out the window.' she thought, noticing just how high up she was.
'I'd sustain a few broken ribs and most definitely break an arm, but with months of rehabilitation, all my scars will heal up.' she went on to reason, based on her panicked assessment.
With jittery fingers, she made an attempt to climb out the window, unsure if her entire body would fit perfectly.
"At this point, almost anything is better than dying" she told herself, strengthening her resolve.
The moment she raised her left foot to climb, the door behind her suddenly flew open, causing her to step on her skirt and tumble backwards in stun.
"Good grief, if I knew you were suicidal, I might have killed you right away." Seb casually noted, staring directly at the defenseless woman.
In his hand was the gun from earlier, and on his clothes was the scent of freshly poured alcohol.
Lucia stood to her feet and stood beside his bookshelf, hugging her sides, calming her mind, which was affected by the gun he possessed.
Seb didn't heed her any attention and pulled open his closet, to reveal an even mix of grey and black.
Awfully dark shades.
He tossed the gun and her phone leisurely on the bed and pulled out the first pair of clothes his fingers landed on. Though he didn't show it, the man was in a rush to get somewhere.
"Right away?" She asked all of a sudden, gripping half of his attention.
He roughly ripped his shirt off his back to reveal yet another gruesome scar, located at the middle of his back.
Lucia was far more affected by the gun on the bed to give a damn about how he might have hurt himself.
"You said you wouldn't have killed me right away? Does this mean you're keeping me alive?" Though her mouth was asking the questions, the rest of her body was paralysed in fear.
"I should have killed you by now, but things got out of hand." He admitted while wearing a grey shirt.
"And if I do it now, there won't be enough time to get rid of your body. As you might have guessed, I'm in a rush." His voice matched his expression, calm and unperturbed.
He spoke of murder so lightly, like he was explaining how to use the washing machine. The stillness in his voice sent shivers down her spine.
"That doesn't mean I won't come for you after this. Once things have settled down, your safety can't be guaranteed. That is..." He took a pause and looked over his shoulder at her sheltered self.
"If your mouth is still kept shut."
Lucia didn't need someone to point out the obvious, it was clear that her luck was shining brightly. He was offering her a golden chance to leave with her life, and all she had to do was not say a word to anyone.
"If you understand, take your things and leave, before I have a change of heart." He gruffly spoke, pulling down his pants.
"Yes sir!" She responded oddly enough like an obedient dog, her hands messily nabbed her things one after the one.
The woman headed for the door, her stilettos and bag brought to her chest. She was so flustered, she ended up hitting her head against the wall.
Twice.
Fortunately, before she knew it, she had descended the stairs and ran out of the closed bar, into the busy morning, looking like a captured puppy set free.
***********
Vitto sat still on the couch in Leo's living room, receiving first aid from the large man with a shaved head. Though he was on his knees, he was still an inch or two taller than her.
"Send our men to Ciro's territories to gather info on where he might have taken Leo hostage." Vitto said in a commanding tone, staring at the man with straight jet black hair, who had on silver and grey retro sunglasses.
Indoors.
"Yes boss." He responded, his hands in the pocket of his casual pants.
"Boss, are you certain that Ciro is the man who kidnapped him?" Asked the man who had on black gloves to match his pastel pants. He was the same man from earlier who had informed Seb of Leo's abduction.
"Are you saying it could have been someone else?" The taller man in shades asked, in a hard to decipher tone.
"I mean, Ciro won't do something to make himself stand out, we shouldn't act hastily and waste the little time we have." He explained, reaching into his pants to pull out a lighter.
"He has Don Renato on his side, he's getting full of himself."
"Still, how could he have found out where the boss was hiding under such a short span of time? It feels off." He explained, and lit a cigarette.
"Throw it out Elio. I don't want Leo to get home and be upset his house smells indecent." Vitto said with a Stern gaze.
The one known as Elio immediately complied and burnt the butt of the cigarette against his palm, then shoved the rest part of it back into his trousers.
"Currently, Ciro is the only person flexible enough to keep a hostage. If Don Renato were to kidnap Leo, then he wouldn't be fighting against me, but annulling the alliance between both families." Vitto took a pause and stared at all her men.
"He only wants my head out of spite for killing Rochus. I doubt he'd want to occur the Moretti clan's wrath." She stated in a firm tone, crossing one leg over the other.
"That means that Ciro is trying to lure you into a trap Boss." Seb said, stating the obvious.
"I'm well aware he plays dirty, I just don't want this fight to hurt Leo in anyway." She pressed her lips angrily against each other, the thought of those bastards hurting Leo made her blood boil.
"Cielo, notify me once you get a hit on where they might have taken him. Make sure to have our men do a thorough sweep of the streets." She narrowed her gaze at the man with the shades.
"Rocco." She spoke, "I want you to get the footage from the security cameras on this street. Find the plate number of the van that made off with him and track them down."
A man with a face mask that covered half of his face and ear length silver ombre hair dyed hair, responded with a nod.
"Boss, what do you plan to do exactly?" Cielo asked pulling out his phone to send a text to his trusted soldiers.
Vitto clicked her tongue then folded her arms across her chest. She was drowned in worry and almost didn't catch the question.
"I won't be doing anything." Was her response, "I can't hold a gun with my thumbs like this. I'll have to leave the rescuing up to you all." When she said that, her eyes were glued to Seb, who was awfully quiet.
Seb nodded in affirmation, then cleared his throat to say something. "What are the boundaries?" He inquired in a menacing tone.
All heads turned to Vitto, for all six of them, this was the most vital command from their boss.
She chuckled softly in turn, an amused expression planted on her face, "make sure to kill all the bastards you find." Vitto announced, ignition a fire in them.