The other way around

Twenty four

Dean P.O.V.

I drove the bike to the address that they sent me, when I got there it was just an empty old barn with nothing but trees around, I parked the bike and got out. I walked closer to the old barn but there was no one there, or so I thought.

"Don't move." I heard someone say from behind me and I felt cold metal against my head.

"I'm here to see Darragh." I said.

"We know why you are here. You can turn around, any weapons on you?" The guy asked.

"No."

"You, search him." The guy said to another. He came closer to me and started tapping his hands on my body, looking for weapons.

"Clean." He said to the other, that was still pointing his gun at me.

"Use the gas and destroy the bike, it might have a tracker." The guy with the gun said and the other obeyed. I'm just gonna call them guy 1 and guy 2 since they didn't tell me their names.

The guy one lowered his gun and grabbed my jacket, he started dragging me to a black van that was behind the barn.

"Hands." He said and I put my hands in front of me, he took a zip tie from his pocket and put it around my wrists.

"This is going to hurt." He said, before I could ask what he meant, the handle of the gun hit my temple making me pass out.

I woke up with a fucking huge headache, I opened my eyes and was in a dark space, there wasn't any source of light, I could only smell mold and something like rust. I didn't even try to feel what was around me, I only know that I was laid down on the concrete floor.

I don't know for how long I was there until finally, someone came, they turned on the light making my eyes burn and I had to blink a few times to get used to the brightness.

"Finally you're awake." I looked up and saw Darragh and his second I can't really remember his name right now, and behind him was guy one.

"So what now?" I asked. I already knew that I was going to die, but when? How?

"Now, we will have some fun, take some pictures and send them to your lover."

"I'm already here, you don't need to torture her more." I said.

"Yes, I do. I might not touch her but she has to suffer too." He said, his voice sounding angrier each time he talked.

"What are you going to do to the Rossi's? Can't you leave them alone?"

"They will have their turn, I'm thinking of putting my hands on that little 3 years old daughter of Lorenzo, what do you think?"

"You son of a bitch, don't do it, use me, do whatever you want but leave them alone."

"Do you have any good information about the Italians?" He asked.

"Like what?"

"Warehouses addresses, numbers of accounts or men they have? Things like that."

"No." I said sadly.

"Then you can't save them. Oran, Flav you know what you have to do. I'll give you an hour then I want the pictures on my desk." He said to the other two and got out.

"I'll have too much fun, Flav get me a chair and my knives." Oran was the second in command, and Flav was the guy that knocked me out.

He went to get a chair and pulled me up from the floor to sit in it. My hands were still tied. Oran came close to me and started ripping my clothes with the knife, sometimes it would touch my skin and leave small cuts.

For an hour they have beaten me, cut me and for a few moments I thought they would rape me when I saw Flav holding a fucking dildo. But Oran told him that was for later, that just made my nerves worse.

They punched, kicked, cut my arms, back, stomach and legs. I could feel the blood dripping and the swelling on my body specially my face. When they were done, they took pictures of my bloody body.

I knew they were going to send them to Athena and the thought of that was breaking my heart. I still don't regret giving myself to him. Like I told her in the letter, maybe I am the one being selfish here, I can't imagine my life without her. Those three weeks were horrible to me, but I always had the feeling that she was there somewhere.

But if Darragh got to her, she would really die, and it wouldn't be just with a bullet. They would torture her, even rape her from the look Flav had on his face when he had the pink shit on his hand, it's something they probably do. That just makes me sick.

I couldn't let her go through that, and I couldn't live with myself knowing that. I will endure everything they will do to me, I don't care how much it hurts. I'm used to pain, even though I think I got over the things my dad did to me, I think I will never forget the pain he inflicted on me. I imagine Athena with her cheeks and eyes red from crying but at least it's not her in this shit hole, and she will get over it, over me, eventually.

I hope that she will be happy in the future, that she finds someone that loves her as much or more than I do. I hope she lets me go, she forgets me and all this pain I brought to her. I wish her a happy life, even if it's not with me.

And when we see each other again, I hope she forgives me, for breaking our promise. Even though I wish she move on, I also wish she never forgets how much I love her.