In my blood

01~kidnapped

Raven's pov:

Love is a shitty thing you know.
It consumes you. Your thoughts, your emotions, the way you act.

Its not what everyone thinks it is.

That's why I don't believe in love.

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I step out of the cab paying the driver, watching him grab the money and drive of. I take a long awaited deep breathe, sighing slightly.

"è passato tanto tempo Italia" I smile and start heading to the nearby café. [it's been a long time Italy]

I wish I came here as a break from work, but the world doesn't work in our favour and you cant rely on others to do your dirty work-because even the ones you trust most would rather saves themselves than you.

A slight vibration in my pocket pulls me out of my trance. "This better be important." I mutter to myself.  I look down at the caller ID, my eyebrows furrow and I press answer. "Ma? Is something wrong? Why are you calling."

"Am I not allowed to ask how my daughter is?" Emilé laughs.  "I'm just checking in on you to see if your in Italy yet."

"Thank you so much for the concern ma." I roll my eyes knowing she gives zero shits about me, she wants the money just as much as I do. "Yes everything's going fine and smoothly. I'm walking over to a café, then I'll go to Andrea's house." 

"Text me if anything goes wrong." I chuckle slightly "please Raven be careful, you know that the Italian mafia doesn't know how you look-use that to your advantage." She says with a stern voice.

 "yeh, yeh i get the point your trying to make, I have to go." I end the call and place my phone back in my pocket.

In the corner of my eye I see an old man looking at me. I roll my eyes in disgust as he tries to walk over to me. I walk away entering the small café.

"Ciao!" A cheery voice says. I look up seeing a young red head staring in my direction, i turn around to see if she's talking to someone else, but surely enough nobody's behind me. She giggles slightly putting a hand to her face. "cosa vorresti ordinare?" Her soft voice asks. [what would you like to order?]

"potrei avere un grande latte al caramello." I pull out my purse looking for my card. [could I get a large caramel latte]

"sarà €4.75." She hands me the card machine and I pay. "che uscirà a breve." [that will be €4.75] [that will be out shortly]

I walk over to a small table placed in the corner and sit down. I place my bag on the table and take out my laptop. Everyone is quiet and calm, working or reading. The same red head who served me gave me my drink and I thanked her.

I look at the graphs that are plastered on my screen. I let out a sigh wondering what my life has come too before I can even register anything else, I hear the café door burst open and loud footsteps that could be heard from miles away. I turn my head to see a couple men all dressed in black all wearing the same plain black mask apart from one. He has a red one. I zone out forgetting what's happening until I hear screaming and crying.

I place my laptop quickly into my bag and stand up, the red head sees my and waves to me I quickly run over crouching down. "chi cazzo sono loro?" I whisper shout. [who the fuck are they?]

"non ho idea che questa sia la prima volta che accade una cosa del genere. dobbiamo andarcene seguimi!" [I have no clue this is the first time anything like this has happened. we need to leave follow me!]

I stand up following her. We go through the back door, but one of the men sees us and runs over, he grabs her and shoots her in the head. I gasp not expecting him to shoot her, before I could get any further the guy who shot the red head grabbed my wrists and pulled me behind the building.