Swoosh… “Argh!” I scream with fright. Swoosh…“Argh!” I scream again as a bucket of icy cold water is thrown on top of me. My lips begin to tremble, my teeth chatter and my body violently shivers.I open my eyes, squinting as I take in my surroundings.The sound of footsteps withdrawing from the room creates a silent beat, tap, tap, tap, and the sound of a door shutting keeps me alert. My head hurts, it's like a marching band is playing live in my head, and my vision slightly blurs every time I try to focus on something. The room is lit dimly, and the sole source of illumination is a light bulb that is suspended from the ceiling. Which serves merely to brighten the place in which I am being held, hostage.Gods! I cannot get a break! One will start to think that I have grown accustomed to being treated like I am worth nothing. Disposable without a moment's thought. The room is cold. The air smells like burnt rubber and rotting timber. I can hear that there is a leak in the ce
ALESSANDRO, AKA DON VALENTINO.I brush a weary hand over my face, feeling the dizziness take hold as my steps begin to sway. Perhaps I had indulged in a few too many bourbons at the hotel's bar after all.As I walk down the hallway to my room, I use the wall to keep me upright. Ivy caught me off guard with the special little dinner she and my sweet Savannah had made for me tonight.I don’t know what got into me.Taking a stroll down memory lane isn't my all-time favourite place to visit. Some scars have never fully healed, and I refuse to reopen the ones that have over the years. “Capo.” Gios’ voice bellows with a hint of panic.I raise my head, meeting his gaze as he waits outside my hotel suite. “What is it?” I mutter. “I.., uh…” he pauses, his brain trying to find the right words to soften the blow of what he's about to say. “Spit it out, Giovanni. I'm tired and drunk.” I slap him on the back as I reach his side. He wraps an arm around my waist, steadying me as I try to swipe t
Drip, drip, drip…My body won't stop trembling as a cold breeze bathes me. My stomach growls loudly, reminding me I haven't eaten, and my mouth is dryer than a parched desert. Drip, drip, drip…Gods! The sound of water leaking somewhere in the basin is driving me bonkers. Drip, drip, drip…“Please, can someone make it stop?” I whimper softly. “It's driving me crazy.” Exhaustion slowly overrides my body. I haven't been able to sleep because I'm too afraid to close my eyes in case it will be the last time I'll open them again. Because of my lack of sleep, seconds feel like hours, hours feel like days, and a day already feels like it's been a week. I wriggle my toes and fingers, trying to keep my blood circulating, as I've lost all feeling in my hands and feet. As I lift my head, a sharp pain shoots through my neck and my vision blurs, likely due to the drugs I've been pumped with. Aimlessly, my gaze sweeps the room and I can't help but think that wild animals have better living
Swoosh… “I'm… awake… you, arsehole!” I mutter through chattering teeth as I glare at my captor, who is still donning a mask. “Oh, trust me, mil, I know. But you wreak, and this is my way of cleaning you.” He hums, then starts to whistle a tune. Swoosh… He tosses another bucket full of cold water over my shivering body and I grind my teeth trying not to scream. I don't want to give him the pleasure of knowing that he's causing me grief. “And you couldn't have used warm water?” I shiver uncontrollably as my teeth chatter. “Nope. I am not here for your pleasure. I am here to semi-clean the filth you have created in my basement. Besides, if you open your mouth, you'll be able to catch some water.” He puts the bucket down and starts to scrub the concrete ground with a hard bristle broom. “I'm not going to live, am I?” I whisper in defeat. He stops and looks at his watch. “We still have a few hours left.” He mutters and carries on with what he was doing. “That's a no, then.” “
ALESSANDRO, AKA DON VALENTINO.The alarm on my new phone goes off in my hand, and I swipe the red X icon to the right, shutting it off. Time has expired. Forty-five hours vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving me with nothing to show for them. I do not possess the documents and am uncertain whether they exist.“Capo!” Gio comes barging through my office door. I shut my eyes, saying a silent prayer, hoping he has some good news for me. As I peel my eyelids open, my eyes meet his. Steel-grey clashes with clear blue irises. 'Per favore, just utter the magic words, and we will be out the door in a heartbeat.' My inner beast howls with anxiety. “What is it, Gio?” My voice is cold, full of uncertainty and anticipation.'Per favore don't say anything stupid!'“Your phone, the alarm just went off.” He runs his hand through his light-brown hair. “We are out of time. It's too late.” He sighs with disappointment.I hold my phone up, “Do you mean this phone?” I ask him, astounded by his
As I come to, wriggling about, my body begins to ache. Something is savagely digging into my back and the air tastes awfully shallow.It smells of dirt, timber and… is that rain? I groan, reaching up to touch my throbbing head. "What the…”My elbow bangs against something solid, and I force my eyelids open, only to realise I've plummeted back into a blanket of midnight shadows.Shuffling around, realising I've been imprisoned in a…a...I use my hands to feel out my surroundings and I can feel four walls wrapping around me.I've been boxed in.I've been buried alive! No, no, no, no, no...One of my worst fears coming to life.I try not to panic too much, reminding myself that I need to conserve the last bit of air that I have.Banging on the wall above me, I start to cough and splutter as dirt falls through the cracks, dropping upon my face. “Help!” I croak, pushing upwards. “Please, someone help me…" I plead, feeling flustered and light-headed. I lower my hands, placing them over
I drift in and out of consciousness as a bright beam of light casts over me. Through a daze, I vividly see Alessandro leaning over my body, checking every inch of me as he removes his t-shirt from his torso and uses it to cover me. “Don't give up on us, Farfalla.” He says in a voice that is laced with distress. “We found you, you're safe and Selena is going to take good care of you.” I can see him touching my body, but I can't feel him, nor can I feel the tears that are slipping through my closed eyelids. Giving up on trying to stay awake.I don’t fight to re-open my eyes and drift off, losing consciousness once again.---I do my best to peel my eyelids open, but they won't budge. I can hear voices, whispering tones, but I can't make out what they're saying. I try to focus, but the slight burning sensation that is coursing through my veins overwhelms me and I start to scream, imagining myself pulling at my hair as my entire body feels like it's on fire. “It burns! Ena, Alessandr
TWO DAYs LATER.Needing a good dose of fresh air to clean the soul, I step outside the villa, tilting my face up towards the cloudless sky. I stare up at an ocean of baby blue hues as I soak up the rays and breathe in the clean air. The scent of freshly mowed grass lingers through the early spring breeze. I close my eyes, indulging in the moment. It's good to be alive! I inhale another long breath and smile as I exhale, and slowly open my eyes. "Ciao,” Alessandro smiles broadly as my gaze lands on his. Rolling my eyes heavenward, “can't a girl enjoy a moment of peace all to herself?” I ask him sarcastically with a smirk touching my lips. “Technically, you've had the last three weeks to pamper yourself with some peace and quiet.” He raises his brows with a hint of laughter glazing in his irises. “I'm going to take a wild guess and assume you've never been stuck in your own head before?” “I’m not obliged to answer that. Has Selena given you the all-clear to move about?” He e