The Blue Hearted Devil Himself

Mafia

"Shhh keep it quiet" a deep voice I feel a cold thing press to my head I whimper they drag me upstairs I hear more foot steps following some other people are here. I struggle against their hold. My heart hurts it's beating so fast my feet barely move themselves.

The men at the table don't notice my presence yet I scream but it's muffled. Their heads snap towards my direction my tears blur my vision.

In peripheral vision I see 4 other people my eyes close cause they might shoot me if they think I'm a witness they have huge guns.
I'm forced to sit down. My body shakes violently as I sob hard with a cold gun pressed to my skull.

My eyes squeeze close. I sniffle

"Your gonna have to keep your eyes close Princess." He whispers getting closer to my face. I suck on my bottom lip hard my teeth rub over it.

I nod as more tears fall down my face. He removes his hand from my mouth I stay quiet knowing I'm useless and they can shoot me at any given time.

I hear them talking to the men at the table I cry harder my lip quivers. My eyes flutter open for a brief second I close them all I saw was blurry lights faded faces. They barely know me there not giving anything up for me.

"if you open the your eyes I'm going to have to put a bullet in your head." He mumbles I nods trying to calm down he's playing with my lips a chill runs along my body with his touch.

His finger goes in and out my mouth every so often he presses on my lips. I don't really care I'm way to terrified he's not hurting me. I hear more stomping around I wince. 

" just keep em close Princess" I wince my heart thumps I feel him sit beside me I burry my face in his chest my eyes still closed I can't stop crying. I find comfort in his hold he's holding me hostage and I'm crying to him what the hell is wrong with me.

Many things actually But We'd be here till Monday if I had tell.

"First hostage situation kinda nervous" I hear a man at the table laugh.

I don't find it funny he's not the one with a gun to his head I tone out everything there saying the man who's seemingly nice but has a gun to my head rubs my hair. I feel him stop he yanks my hair back tilting my head upwards my chest feels like it's on fire.

"The cash register." I hear someone say.

"che ne dici?" I hear the man. Next to me question
( translation: What about it?)

"falla sembrare una rapina" the man holding me urges he has an Italian accents.

(Translation: make it look like a robbery)

"Up." I feel someone grip my arm I stand up. Being dragged downstairs I whimper from there strong painful grip. I sniffle

I shake in my boots "Is there something I need to open the register." Someone else asks me harshly pulling my hair harder "I- I- I don't know" I blubber "im not sure I'm never back there." I wail I try to think straight.

He pushes me I hear him open the cash register a hear a zipper he's taking the money out.

I open my eyes blinking a few times my eyelashes stick together.

A hard cold rough smack comes to my face jerking my head to the side. I pass out instantly.

I wake up my face hurts so much. Tears build in my eyes. I sniffle I look around seeing all five men shot point blank in the forehead blood leaks down there bullet holes in between there forehead all there eyes are closed. I'm back upstairs.

My face throbbing I scream until my throat runs dry my eyes widened.

My body stays still as I try to run I break down into tears. As if I haven't done enough crying. I want to gag they were all perverts they kept looking up my dress every time they pretended drop something Expect for one or two.

I finally pull myself together I scramble downstairs for the phone it's cold down here. I call 911 Immediately frightened.

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I Stand outside talking to the police "I went downstairs to check the door I heard it open and it was dark I tired use my phone light. But someone hit me in the face with what felt like a metal bat." I mumble holding the ice to my cheek numbing it.

I have a purple reddish bruise on my cheek it's not big nor dose it look like a fist it did bleed out of a couple tiny cuts.

They think it's from a gun I take the rest of the day off since it's already morning nine in the morning maybe I'll feel better. I noticed all there brief cases are gone.

I over hear the other officer's talking "Mafia?"
"For sure"
"There no way this is a robbery."
they mumble to each other.

I furrow my brows. Those are like none funny straight white guys named billy bob joe. extinct.

"Can I go home now" I ask I'm sitting on the back of the ambulance I'm wearing a short dress and heels I'm freezing this blanket doesn't work. At first they thought I was a hooker.

My face is numb and hurts i just want to go home. I was passed out most of the time I see them bringing body after body in a black bag. I stare at the bodies dazed what could they have in those briefcases that people would kill for.

I think to myself tears build up in my eyes. I get dropped off home in a police car.

I stumble in the door that's cracked and damaged I hear yells and shouts from next door the two boys are always fighting.

I get in looking at the crappy apartment. The cracked walls dust in every corner. No rats I though I shrug it off there aren't any bugs I can live. I took the rest of today off. I head in my room my door practically off the henges it's cracked but all I can afford.

I lay down on the couch I'll probably go out later for food. It would have been a different kind of terror if I had actually saw them.

I wonder why they let me go. I could have easily been in one of those body bags.