She's With The Band

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄

Hi guys! I hope you like the chapter, it's mainly Nate's point of view, so I hope you enjoy :)

I don't normally do TW's but just know this chapter contains quite some violence😭

Nate's Point of View:

"Alessandro isn't happy about this." Andre's voice rang through my head as he knelt in front of me. We weren't exactly eye level, he was a bit lower than me so I at least for a second had the better part of looking down at him rather than being looked down on.

He was trying to get a reaction, he was trying to get me riled up.

It was working so fucking well too.

"Do I look like I give a fuck?" I retorted while shaking my head and pinching my brows.

Andre snickered before laughter spilled out of his full lips. He laughed like crazy as the other three men in the room joined him in laughing at me. He placed his thick calloused hands on my knees and rested them there while struggling to look up because of how hard he was laughing. Because of how "funny" what I had just said to him was. I had a face full of thick black dreadlocks and I couldn't even do anything about it considering my arms were tied behind my back with some scratchy strong rope and were locked behind the chair. Also lucky for me, my ankles were tied to the chair legs. I was trapped in this cold steel chair while I was forced to watch Andre make a mockery out of me.

This is my punishment for the other day. For shooting Luca in the penis.

It's so fucking stupid. Shouldn't Alessandro be punishing Luca instead of me? I mean he tried to rape Aubrey... I didn't think Alessandro was that evil but guess I was wrong.

Him and his three friends behind him cackled like fucking hyenas while I attempted to shift around in the uncomfortable chair. This is who I was getting beaten by. Four of the strongest guys in the mafia. They're all freaking 6'5 and are tremendously jacked, I look pathetic standing next to them. Although I do feel slightly proud that they needed four guys to keep me down.

Andre's dark dreadlocks swung back and forth while a cynical like smirk spread on his face. I gritted my teeth while the four of them laughed at what I had said. I opened my mouth to retaliate at their laughing until I was silenced.

By being smacked in the face.

My head was knocked to the side by the forceful slap, literal spit flew out of my mouth because of how hard he had hit me. Fuck I thought Brendan's slap was fucking hard but jeez. The four of them continued to laugh while I bit my tongue hard enough I drew blood. I blinked a few times in shock. My face was still facing the cold cement floor from how hard I had been slapped. I watched as droplets of warm blood slid off my tongue and onto my dark skinny jeans.

"I was just helping her, trying to protect her." I said as I spat out some of the blood from my tongue and onto my jeans. I grimaced as the cut on my tongue burned from the mixture of saliva and blood leaving me with an irony taste in my mouth. "The fact that Luca has raped women before is fucking disgusting..." I continued before looking up to face the four of them.

"And Alessandro should be especially thankful." I said with a smirk. Licking my bloody tongue over my teeth.

Andre shifted in his thick black boots, clenching his jaw while his eyes wandered the dull empty room.