"My brother will find me, Carter," I said as I looked at the older cruel looking wrinkled man in front of me as the sound of chains on the ground seemed to fill his momentary silence.
"I don't think I've ever heard of an American Don who needed his big brother's help," he replied cockily with a smirk and I narrowed my eyes at his ugly face.
"Well, not every American Don's older brother is Axwell," I replied, my tone levelled and cold as it always was.
He stepped up to me, his face an inch away from my chest as he craned his neck to look up at me and meet my eyes, "I don't know you are, and I don't know who he is, but I'm one hell of a threat because here I have you, the American Don..."
He snarled at me, and I simply tightened my fists, calming my inner beast which could snap his neck easily. I wouldn't have hesitated to take care of him, I wouldn't have hesitated if there wasn't five big security guards surrounding me, holding stun sticks, and the chains wrapped tightly around my wrists all the way to around my ankles.
The entire room was surrounded by gunmen, all pointing their guns at me and I knew not to do anything foolish, after all, Axwell will find me and I'll get my revenge.
He took a step back and a guard came and placed a black leather mask over my face, "I hope you like the mask I made for you."
The guard then stepped back and Carter placed his hands behind his back, maintaining a straight posture which did not rival mine, "you are not allowed to take off that mask, until you're alone or with those in authority," Carter instructed, "welcome to your new home, American Don, or should I say, Prisoner VII."
He turned and began to lead the way, all the guards and gunmen moving with our footsteps as he opened the huge gates which led down a long hallway filled with noise and men cheering and leering, wearing silver overalls and here I was, followed by fifty gunmen and bodyguards surrounding me, a mask covering my face, and dressed in black overalls with black heavy boots and the chains making loud noises with every step I took.
The entire place quieted down as all of the prisoners stepped back and watched the whole scene, no words said as they parted like the red sea, as we made our way through and passed the cells, turning into another long hallway where a single cell waited right at the end of the passage.
Carter stopped walking and took out a set of keys, unlocking and opened the big silver door, and then looked at me. I glanced at the guards beside me who had nudged me, giving them a long look and I saw them visibly swallow hard as I took steps into the cell.
"You can take off your mask. This is your cellmate, Mason," Carter said as I looked at the man who lay on the bed on the one side of the room. He was looking up at the ceiling, not moving, "enjoy your stay, Prisoner VII."
Carter then stepped up to me and unlocked my chains. They clattered to the floor as he stepped back and left the room. I remained standing where I had been for some time before massaging my wrists as I walked to my side of the cell.
Mason turned around and faced me, "you gon' take off that mask, buddy?" He asked me as though I was supposed to have ripped it off of my face.
I sat down in the bed, not answering him as I massaged my neck and then reached behind my head, unhooking the mask as I took it off slowly, in no rush. When I was done, I unzipped my black overall, letting my body breathe as I laid down on the thin mattress, not bothering to take off my boots.
"What are you in here for?" I finally asked when I had gotten as comfortable as I could.
"I ran the biggest underground death games in Cuba," Mason answered, "you?"
"American Don."
"Damn," he said, chuckling, "I've never heard of you, though."
"As it should be," I said, giving him a short answer, "what is this place?" I asked him after some time.
"I think it's owned by the government or the CIA, you know, those shifty organisations that make you believe you can trust them and that they'll protect you," Mason began, moving around on his bed and it made a noise, "truth is, I don't know this place, none of us do, but it's got to be illegal and really private. All of the people in here didn't go to trial. We just all somehow ended up here. We're all in here for either murder or drugs."
"Has anybody left this place?" I asked him, looking at the dull white ceiling.
"Yeah, in a body bag," he said, chuckling, "well, seems like we're going to have to just get along, because judging from the way you entered this place, you're most definitely going to be in here for a long time."
I closed my eyes, not having the effort or finding it necessary to tell him that I'd be out of this place in a matter of a month if it was hard for my brother to find me. There was no way I was going to stay here any longer than need be, and I knew Axwell was thinking the same.
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Mason was talkative, much too talkative for my liking. Throughout my entire life I had been taught to remain silent and observe, to speak only when I had figured my entire target out, to only speak when someone was going to die and to only speak when I found it necessary.Mason, Mason shared none of those teachings with me. With him, it was talking in the day, talking at night and it took everything in me to hold back from strangling him while he spoke.Of course those were my thoughts for the first two days, but after that, I found it- not soothing- but it kept me sane to listen to Mason drone on about anything and everything. We were in solitary confinement which meant no going outside, well, me at least. Mason got an hour outside once a day and when he came back he would tell me how it was outside, as though I had never been there before but I held back from saying anything and instead
I was brought back to the basement, as I believe it should be called, and the red boots, what I have chosen to call her guards- Kitty's guards, had instructed me to take off my overalls and take a shower. Once again, it wasn't a peaceful shower and it was starting to piss me off that they would beat me up for no reason, it seemed they took pleasure in it. When I was done with the shower, they handed me a neatly folded black overall similar to the one I had been wearing before, since the day I got here.Today, the basement had been different. A few days ago when I had been brought here it was an open floor, with only the shower but now, besides the shower was a square brown table and two chairs, across from each other. After getting dressed they had forced me to sit and wait, their eyes on me and I simply put my hands behind my back as I closed my eyes, meditating and wondering where the hell my brother was.I only o
Kitty. I couldn't get her face out of my mind, it's almost like God was punishing me with her beauty. Her name too, Kitty, it wasn't fitting. Kitty was too innocent, Kitty was too sweet. It was a name meant for someone or something delicate and a kitten.
"Two weeks? Did it have to take you so long, Axwell?" I asked with a smirk as I sat up on my bed and I was met with my brother Axwell, leaning against the door and he smiled back at me."I'm here right now, am I not?" He asked me, his British accent was thick and I could barely hear the words that came out of his mouth.I stood up from the bed, unable to stop myself as I walked to him and he embraced me in a long hug. He was my father, he was my mother, my brother and my best friend, all in one person."Here is your suit," my brother said to me when I finally pulled back from the hug between us and I took the bag he handed me in my hands as I walked back to my bed and placed it on there as I began to strip.He had brought everything I needed; underwear, a shirt, my suit, socks and my shoes."You have scars," he said, "why is your body so beat
"Can I ask you a question, Mason?" I began when I finally began to see him stir from the deep slumber he was in.He jumped up when I spoke, clearly not expecting to see me standing beside his bed, dressed in a suit with a half lit joint in between my lips. He furrowed his eyebrows, and his red eyes were confused as he nodded his head slowly."What's that song you're always humming?" I asked him, my curiosity getting the better of me.He always hummed a certain tune, and sang terribly when he did. It irritated me but whenever he did this, he seemed so immersed in what he was doing that I revelled in the silence of him not speaking to me. I noticed that he did that whenever I ignored him or whenever he'd just gotten back from his showers where he seemed most vulnerable.I didn't know if it was his coping mechanism or what, but now,
"You know, Kitty, I could give you so much more than what Carter or any other person can," I began as I could feel a smirk growing on my face as I looked at Kitty who sat across from me. Stoic and straight faced as always, her eyes watching me, "I'm not saying leave the poor guy, but...yeah, dump his ass."I grunted when the guard whipped me with a baton on the back of my head and my head banged on the table and I started seeing stars so I just shut my eyes as I began to feel myself getting weaker from that hit.I shut my eyes tightly and let out groans at the pain of that hit, "you know," I began through loud breaths, "I'm going to get out of this place and when I do, I'm going to get every single one of you, and kill you," I said and I felt a hand on my neck as they forced me to look up at Kitty and my head bobbed uncontrollably. I felt like I couldn't control my neck.So the guard kept
"You need to tell me more about you," I began, "we had an agreement, Kitty, and you're not sticking to it."She blinked as she looked at me with a hard exterior, "what do you want to know, Prisoner VII?"I know she didn't have much of a good life and I wanted to ask about it but I also know that she won't tell me, so I'll just ask about other things that can somehow get her to open up a bit more. I was still waiting for Axwell to give me the information on her but I don't know if I can stay in here any longer, honestly.Carter was making my life a living hell and he wasn't lying when he said he was going to scar me. The man was here every morning, he and his two personal guards would come into the room, pour a bucket of ice cold water over me and then when I jumped up from my sleep with a shocking start, they'd grab me and just beat me with batons until
WARNING: THIS BOOK WILL ADDRESS ISSUES OF RAPE, DRUGS, ABUSE AND MURDER."What was it that you said, again?" I asked Carter as I stood before him and he looked at me with nothing but fear and terror in his eyes, "oh yes that I was going to pay, that you were going to scar me so badly, I'd never be the same," I paused and then nodded as I unbuttoned my shirt and then let it fall to the floor.Walking away from him so he could see how badly he scarred me, all over my back, all I had were the lash markings from all those times he came into my cell with his two guards and they would whip me for no reason, laughing and making lewd jokes while they done so.Now it was time for them to pay.When I had picked up my phone and called Axwell he was there in an hour. We released every single one of the prisoner's by overriding the system and opening every single cell door and gate