she runs the mafia the world spins on her finger like a basketball but when their was a job to complete someone else was there to fulfill the same task... was this a setup? why is he here? did someone hire him? who is he? does he want to kill me? wh...
GIOVANNI'S POV I came out as they were running and I followed. We all fell and no one had the strength the get up. My ears were ringing that was one good bomb. I could barely see Amoura's body the only thing that gave it away was the outfit. Someone came over and picked her up. Her security put her in the car. I relaxed. She's okay. I waited for her security to help me up or anyone else. We had no such luck. I saw flashing lights and they helped us up. I saw the two black cars. I limped over and opened the door. No Amoura I went to the other car. No Amoura.
Then where the hell is she? Fuck. My ears popped finally and my vision started to get better. We were sitting in the back of an ambulance. "She's gone." Rio stated in pure anger. "Yea. She's gone." I confirmed.
AMOURA'S POV I woke up in bed. Not my bed. It had red blankets and red silk sheets. I sat up slowly once I realized my leg and back hurt. I snatched the blankets off me to see a handcuff around my ankle. I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth at the sight.
With my eyes closed I inched down the bed and got my foot out. It hurt and took a while but I refuse to be chained up. Once I was free I looked around the room. I went to the bathroom then the closet. There was no clothes at all. Good thing I got in the habit of wearing clothes under my clothes. I only had some shorts since I couldn't wear a undershirt under a crop top. There was some nice smelling body wash and matching lotion in the bathroom so I used that. The size of the shower was similar to mine just without all the shower heads.
After my bath I didn't put my bra or panties back on good thing I'm not on my period anymore. I had my shorts on with the same black crop top. I left the room quietly. I looked down from the staircase and I saw two people eating. I sat at the top of the stairs listening to their conversation. "Someone remind me to text that man ummm what's his name?" the man snapped trying to remember. "Oh Rio yes. Remind me to tell him there is no need for the girl he offered anymore my son has found someone." he continued.
You've got to be fucking with me. Was I the one he was offering? "Son are you sure you don't want to reconsider his offer? He said the girl is very known and has great shooting abilities." the father spoke again. Wow..so it was me wasn't it. "Padre ti ho detto che la vogilo solo lei. Non posso insegnarle a sparare de necessario." the other man spoke. Great another Italian. I stood up and started my walk down the stairs. The man quickly moved to block my way after my last step.
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"Where do you think you're going? How did you even get out?" he asked. I brought my hand up and caressed his face making his eyes close. I brought his head down and put my lips by his ear. "You don't know who I am don't you?" I asked. He slapped my hands from his face. He put my arms in front of me and pushed me back. He pushed me down into a chair and squeezed my wrists tighter. "Do not move." he demanded. I kicked him in the stomach making him fly back.
Before he could get up I went over and stepped on his neck. His father pulled a gun on me making me look his way. A stupid mistake. He grabbed my ankle and knocked me down to the ground. He got on top of me holding my arms above my head. I tried to flip us over but I couldn't. Well I couldn't the first time. When I managed to do it I was sitting on his chest with my knees on his arms and my hand squeezing his throat. One shot in my side, I didn't move.
I didn't even flinch from the sound and he saw that. Second shot in my arm not the one holding his neck though. Third shot grazed my arm holding his neck before two men tackled me down. I didn't fight it I knew I couldn't win this fight. "Call the doctor now. Get off her she knows she can't win." he demanded. I didn't move when they got off me. I closed my eyes relaxing myself. "Open your eyes." he demanded. "Now." he yelled dominantly. I kept them closed. "Fuck. Tell the doctor hurry up." he said angrily.
"Why'd you shoot her three times?" I'm guessing he's asking his father. "Did you not see how she wasn't fazed by the first one? This isn't her first rodeo she's been shot before." his father spoke. I felt eyes on me now. The doctor came and hurriedly checked my vitals then removed the bullets and stitched me up. I was picked up I'm guessing after the doctor was done. I opened my eyes to see him. I rolled my eyes and so did he. He carried my upstairs and once we were up there I got off him. "You can't walk." he said.
"Watch me." I replied. I walked into the room and he followed. "I need clothes." I sat on the floor. He left the room and came back with a shirt and shorts. "I also need a bonnet." I added. "Ummm I don't happen to have one of those lying around I'll get you one." he answered. I got up and went to the bathroom. I started the water for a bath and found some bubble bath. I got in the tub and he knocked on the door before he entered. "I want to talk." he said.
"While i'm in the bath?" I gave him a disgusted look. He sighed "Who are you?" he asked. "Amoura Larose." I looked his way. "Never heard of you." he admitted. "American-Mexican mafia boss." I raised my eyebrows. He tilted his head. "I guess that explains the show you put on then. I'm Massimo Torricelli of the Sicilian mafia." Massimo replied. I moved my eyes from his and started to wash myself with the body wash. I could feel him watching me. "Are you going to leave?" I turned back in his direction. He was frozen at first but he got up and left.
