Seven Days

Twenty-Seven

Before the explosion...

 I rushed into the restaurant as I saw my purse sitting on the table, some people only just finishing up from the restaurant. I liked what Dante had done for us, I feel like we had grown closer and I feel like our bond had gone stronger.

I feel like his walls have collapsed and he has finally let me in, allowing me to see the side of Dante that I had only seen on rare occasions. I also hadn't forgotten about the way his fingers pounded into me and when I felt like I was right on the edge, I had guided him, just to send me flying into the heavens.

A smile graced my lips as I approached our table picking up my purse but that smile was wiped off when a hand covered my mouth and another hand dragging me by the arm, my feet no longer touching the floor.

I thrashed my legs around, trying to flick them back so it would hopefully hit them somewhere where it hurts. But when I felt my dress beginning to slip to the side, I regained myself, trying to keep the little amounts of modesty I had left.

My body was pushed into a red door where a chair and a table sat, a man with his back to me on the other side. The room was dimly lit as I was let down on my own feet, the people behind me pushing me towards the chair.

If they push me one more time I swear I'll fucking end them.

Luckily, their hands didn't touch me again and I was now on the other side of the table, a chair beside me and a man opposite me. His head was bowed but you could see the wrinkles on his skin and the old tattoos trailing up the side of his neck. His hair was deep brown, reaching probably to the middle of his forehead.

But I didn't let that distract me.

I had been taken, by some fucking paedophile who probably wants to use me for drug shipping.

And if I had said that to myself a month ago, I'd tell you that must've been a joke.

But I knew this was no joke. The person here was obviously in the mafia.

I gulped, pushing my chest forward a bit and crossed my arms, staring directly at their head which was still bowed.

"What the fuck do you want from me?" I asked, his head still bowed and no response to my question. Instead, his hands began to tap the table.

I was about to walk angrily to his side of the table when one of his men restrained me, slamming my face hard onto the table, my hands positioned at my back.

I could taste a metallic taste in my mouth and I immediately knew it was blood.

Then a villainy laugh filled the room and it took me a couple of seconds to realise it was the bastard who probably had me captured in this place. I heard footsteps from across the table, making their way to my side until it stopped.

I could see a pair of legs and then they bent down until I was met with a pair of hazel eyes, a malicious grin back at me.

"I can see why he likes you," The stranger purred out as I tried to pull myself away from the restraints but the man behind me simply pushed my face into the wooden table hard enough to leave a couple of bruises and marks.

"What the fuck do you want from me?" I hissed out as the outsider pretended to think and then raised his finger in the air, a smile clearly gone from his face.

"I want Caputo's money. I want everything they have." He grew closer tilting his head to the side a bit. "Would you be a good girl and get that for me?"

Disgusted, I spat at the stranger, in which he grew a disgusted face and then wiped it off of his eyes, shaking his head.

"Fine," He stood, so then I was looking at his knees again. "Gag her and tie her up." I tried to fight them off, my hair now gone from its high ponytail and strands stuck to my face.

I had forcibly been tied back to the chair as the men placed a dirty cloth in my mouth, restricting my breathing and ability to talk. The old man sat on the other side of the table and took his phone out, clicked something and then slid it to the middle of the table.

"Ciao." I could recognize his voice from anywhere, and by the looks of it, he was still outside. I tried to reach forward and shout for his name but the chair and the stupid cloth in my mouth restricted me, hurting my limbs in the process.

"Dante," The man in front of me said with a way too happy smile, his fingers knotted together and instead of looking at the phone, he stared directly at me, his eyes piercing my soul.

"What the fuck do you want, Oleza?" Oleza. I couldn't possibly be anyone else. I was in the same room with Dante's hardened enemy. And he has out for me now.

Oleza began talking about something but I could only focus on the loosened knot on my hands, while I felt it fall to the floor.

These bastards can't even tie a knot properly.

I looked at the door which was directly in front of me and I decided there was no thinking about it now, I had to get out of here.

I jumped up from my seat, running towards the door and bolting the fuck out of there. I could see the restaurant tables just to my side which means the exit wasn't far from here. I ran to the side of the tables and my luck, the exit was just in front of me.

I saw Dante, turn around a phone pressed to the side of his head as I continued running, and I was so close to the exit but then the roof collapsed, sending me flying backwards from the force and into a bunch of tables with a couple of couples on the floor, screaming.

I coughed, sitting back up as I saw some stones still falling from the top of the roof. If I had gone any closer I would've been dead.

Thank God.

But my mind immediately raced to Dante.

He was still outside while I was trapped out from him.

I got up quickly, my purse in my hands as coughs still left my mouth.

"Dante!" I shouted, but the only response I got was more rocks falling, filling the place of smoke.

(A/N: ik it's short sorry. But I felt like this was needed to explain what is going on :p.)