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I am shocked to see the waitress sitting in my get away van tied up. WHY was she here?
I step back looking at the twins letting out a fustrated breath.
Forget it.
I order everyone to retreat from the area, And i get into the matte black SUV having my driver start heading to the safe house.
The waitress looks at me with anger and confusion, she looks very tired,almost as if she was going to cry
I'll figure this whole thing out when we get to the house.
Pulling into the very large mansion the waitress's eye go wide seeing how big the house it.
She puts her head down in disappointment. I see her right leg shaking and going up and down nervously. It seems like she is trying to stop it but she can't.
I look at the twins, "I'll deal with her and i'll deal with you guys later".
They nod at me and walk inside with the rest of the guys.
The whole time the girl stays quiet.
By now anyone is their right mind with be screaming or crying.
I grab her gently by the elbow and bring her upstairs to my room. I close the door and turn to the girl who is just standing there not even making a peep.
"I'm cutting the ties but if you try to run i won't hesitate to put a bullet into your head got it?", I tell her straight up.
She gives me a slow nod. I take the dagger in my back pocket and cut the ties off watching to see the girls next move but...she just stood there.
Something is definitely wrong why is she so quiet.
"Name?", I asked.
"Mariana Vittoria Romano", She says plainly.
I raise an eyebrow at her, "you can sit on the bed"
She turns to look at my master size bed and carefully and hesitates to sit on it. As she finally sits she looks up at me with her hazel eyes almost waiting for the next direction.
"Cazzo non puoi guardarmi così", I say wiping my face leaning back against the wall. (fuck you can't look at me like that)
"Why not?", she says catching me by surprise. Not only does she speak she understands Italian...interesting.
I look at her arms hugging herself and her legs are crossed over one another.
Probably cold.
I shake my head and go to my dresser grabbing a sweatpants and one of my sleeping t-shirts giving it to her.
