Mafia's girl

We meet again

Daily reminder:

Don't be pushed around by the fears in your mind, be led by the dreams in your heart.

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"Whoever is fucking doing this, I'll kill you." I roared, shuffling in the leather seats.

I had been shoved into a car, a pair of hands shoved me about. I tried to put up a fight but I could barley breath, my hands and feet were tied together.

"I'll fucking get you after this, I'll find you and rip your fucking throat out." I shouted, wiggling around the car.

"Good luck with that." A familiar feminine voice replied, my heart felt like it was thumping, that voice, that ever so fucking familiar voice.

"Who are you?" I shouted, kicking the seats.

"Angel face."

"No, I refuse to believe that. Stop lying, stop fucking lying." I yelled, squirming in my seat.

My pulse quickened, my fists clenched, my palms started to sweat. There's no fucking way she's still alive.

"It's going to be a long journey buddy, I suggest you chill out." She said, I felt out of control, I felt useless.

"Fuck off" I shouted, tilting my head back and focusing on a quick escape.

Hours later:

I felt someone tug on the black material that was tied around my head, they slowly pulled it off.

My eyes immediately darted around my surroundings, I noticed a large white building standing before me, i jolted and wiggled my hands trying to escape from the tight ropes tied around my sore hands.

"Where the fuck am I?" I yelled, trying to break free.

"Italy" the same feminine voice said from being me, I spun my head around to notice the women who had greeted me earlier who claimed to be Cordelia's mother.

That fucking bitch had the same voice as her, and used it to her advantage.

"You?" I shouted, finally breaking free of the ropes and lunging towards her.

She jumped out of the way which made me go the wrong direction, I quickly stood straight and faced her directly.

"Follow me." She said seductively, waving me over towards the doors.

"No fucking way." I replied, rummaging throughout my pockets for any sight of a weapon but nothing was there.

"You took my fucking gun?" I shouted, throwing my hands in the air and glaring at her.

"Of course, it's quite a nice gun to be honest." She said, grinning.

"Why the fuck am I here?" I yelled, looking around me and noticing there was large walls with only one black gate behind me.

"She wanted me to get you." She replied, waving me inside once again.

"Who wanted you to-"

The large white doors slammed open, I saw silky brunette hair blowing in the wind, she turned around to face me and-

It was her.

It was fucking her. Cordelia elegantly walked down the stairs and strutted right up to me.

I've got to be dreaming. This has to be a fucking dream.