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Eight seconds

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My eyes fluttered till for a while - 8 seconds to be exact - till they were able to adjust to the bright light, my eyes still squinting at how harsh the headache is, my body sulked over meaning it was time for me to take my medication meaning. I've been here for at least a day or two.

Where the fuck am I

And what there fuck did they give me after the chloroform.

My arm ached, looking down I noticed a bruise forming around a red spot where they probably injected me with something.

Well shit

My stomach rumbled from the lack of food and my body aches and I felt all these weird but familiar senses due to the lack of taking my pills.

"Eat up buttercup" a heavy accented voice spoke before a sandwich bag was dropped in front of me and a bottle following behind.

*sigh* I probably shouldn't eat this ...A second passed ... then two then * chomp* I bit into the lettuce and cheese sandwich ? It surprisingly tasted good though, so I scarfed the rest of it down, chugging the water bottle.

" yo mister food dude mind telling me where the fuck I am " I stood at a weird angle, so my mouth would be able to squeeze through the slot.

A hand pushed my face back before cold blue eyes stared into the slot

" no "

*big sigh *

Flopping back onto the ground I admired my surroundings, the chandelier with one bulb, the large metal gates, the personal humidifier built into the ground

Luxury

*yawn*
I guess sleeping for long makes you tired, I rest my eyes for a bit only to be woken up by clanks of metal, the door swung open revealing a large man with the same icy blue eyes that sent shivers down my spine.

It's not the same man. At least I don't think so.

"Boss wants to see you, so get up"

*another exhausted sigh*

I'm popular deal with it

Getting up I stretched my limbs heading the bone's crack made me moan, and the icy blue-eyed fucker just rolled his eyes and turned around gesturing for me to follow.

Dumbass like I'm not gonna try and escape.

With that thought in mind as soon as I saw the window leading to the vast ground I jumped through it shattering the glass.

Ow dumbass

Worry about your little injuries later pathetic bitch now we run.

I sprinted not knowing where I was going but nonetheless I ran and ran and ran and ran-

I think they get it

And ran till I saw civilization - well what at least looked like civilization- in the alleyway I was, and I saw a man giggling to him self and some strange gut feeling told me to go against all things my businesswoman of a mum and police officer of a dad taught me and I plopped next to him

Searching my pockets to no use, I huffed, my phone was either at Ares' or they took it from me. I don't know which one is better.

*Large breath*

*rearranging vocal cords *

*channeling my inner Isabella *

"Hi! Wcha doing !?" I startled the poor guy, making his eyes widen at me and whatever he had in his hand clutches against his chest.

"strega !"

Erm not quiet.

Holy shit I guess watching Netflix movies does come in handy.

Yeah, if you only want to know one word

"Er... sí" his eyes widened even more that I thought they were gonna pop out of his sockets.

DUMBASS SI MEANS YEAH

Oh, shit

I blushed in embarrassment and nodded slowly towards his phone, widening my big doe eyes and fluttering my lashes in hopes of that working.

His eyes softened, and he reluctantly nodded the device he was clutching. I was surprised to say the least - it was the newest iPhone 12 but hey no judgy here.

I opened Google Translate, and we communicated like that for about 15 minutes.

It must've been the adrenaline masking the pain because now that I'm sitting I'm hurting like shit .
My knowledge of where I am increased, north Italy, the suburbs, known Italian mafia lead by Mister goober him self, but it's also known that he's out on business which to my personal life I know that he's in jersey.

Resting my eyes, I thanked the man next to me and handed him his phone back, and he quickly went back to doing whatever the fuck he was doing.
A familiar face caught my subconscious's eye

Oh! Look it's one of the guy's from Ares' picture frames.

Wait what

Yeah, he told you about him last time.

Don Bianchi ?

Yup, that's the guy.
The hot, hot guy !

Why were all mafia dons so fucking hot
well except goober
well he wasn't bad looking
oh! The other guy in Ares' photo - the other Jersey don, he wasn't quite as good-looking as them.

True
back to the point !
that's my way of communicating with Ares
Oh thank the living fucks