Veronica Hendrix is an 18 year old girl who loses her mother to five members of the Russian Mafia.
She has to find her father and once she does she comes to find out Carlos Hendrix is the Italian Mafia Boss.
After being under the protection of her f...
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Lucas
I wake up to a lot of movement in my bed. I open my eyes trying to adjust to the dark and once I do a little I watch as Veronica is moving her head and arms back and fourth murmmering some words I can't hear.
I watch his a smile but it quickly falls as I can hear some words more clearly.
"Please...Whore...No...U did it slut..." I hear that word come out of her mouth and I sit up and grab her shoulders. She screams and tears fall from her closed eyes.
"Hendrix... Veronica!" I shake her shoulders more. She shoots up looking around quickly. Beads of sweat coat her forehead. "Hey, hey what happend." I whisper. Wrapping my arms around her.
Her heart is beating a million mph and she has a slight shake. I lay back down and put her head on my chest running my hands through her hair.
"U-um. Can I tell you something." She asks quietly. "Go ahead." I say listening to what she has to say.
"I was like 15. Home alone and mom out on one of her trips for work. There was a knock at the door so I went and opened it. It was a mistake doing so. It was three men dressed in all black guns drawn. At the time I could fight but I couldn't take on three grown men. I put my hands up and with out a word they grabbed me by my arms and dragged me out side. I screamed and screamed untill one got tiered of it and put his hand over my mouth with a cloth. We all know what was on the cloth." She pauses and I take in the information.
Where is this going? Why is she just laying it on me right now?
"I was out but when I woke up I was in a chair tied up. My shirt was torn and my pants once full jeans ripped into shorts. It was cold. A cloth tied around my mouth making me only able to get out muffled screams. The same men were standing around the room. They talked with Russian accents. Asking me all these questions I had no idea the answers to. But when I thi k back on all the questions if it was me right now kidnapped I would be able to answer them because now I know the answers."
"Who does your mom work for. Where's your father. Mafia. Drug shipments. Gear shipments. All those put into questions and I couldn't answer them. We all know how a Mafia interrogates people. Every answer they didn't like they ripped my clothing off. Left in only my undergarments. They then moved to a painful stuff."
"Tiny cuts every where but my face. They weren't deep enough to scar though. I got beat. They ask a question. They get an answer that's not what they want. Punch or two to the face. It continued for what? Two days. I sat in a chair in only a bra and underwear getting beat every two minutes for two days. Until one day.
Three different men dressed in black came in the room. I thought it was more people trying to get information. I kept my head down and silent.y cired as they walked over. The thing that shocked me was that the one behind me undid the ropes and another kneeled in front of me and lifted my chin. I was terrified.
