|•The Mafias daughter•| |•Colby Brock•| |•Smut And Fluff•|

🔪Chapter 40 🔪

Chapter song: black out days by phantogram.

This chapter does contain some cutting and violence

I wake up feeling stiff, I squint my eyes not being able to see much. I look down, my hands tied to a chair. "Dad" I whisper. I finally get a full vision of the room when a glaring white light turns on.

"Your up!" A man walks through a door. "Uhh...why am I here, also could you like loosen the strings it's hurting my arms." I look at the man frowning.

"Shut up." The man demands.

"Damn, take me on a date first. Jeez." I smirk.

The man snaps at me. "Where is it!?" He hovers over me. "Well ima need you to be more specific, where is what? The bodies, in my trunk." I smile, spitting in the mans face.

"Little girl I ain't playing with you! Where's the money you little shit." He picks up a sharp blade. "I don't know what your talking about, so you can just loosen these little ropes and I'll be on my way."

The man began to get angrier. "Where is it! Tell me, or I will cut that preppy little face off!"

"Oooh, kinky, you look like you have a knife kink. Look man I'm telling you I don-"

I was interrupted with a hand holding my arm, a small cut was the placed on arm. I Hiss in pain. "Ohhh, okay. Now this is getting fun" I laugh.

"Where is it!" The man grabs my neck, making me look him In the eyes. "Hmm maybe check up your ass." I whisper spitting in his face again.

He wipes the spit. "I'm not playing around." The man then picks up the blade again.

"Well first off, fuck you and second I don't know, and why would I, it's not like I stole 3 million dollars from you. That was my dad." I smile.

"Yeah, your lucky he got away, otherwise your throat would've already been slit." The man says.

"Then why are you wasting time, go ahead. Slit. My. Throat. It's just the easy way out." I lift up my head showing my neck.

"Don't worry when I get my money. Your not going to be so strong anymore." The man smirks holding down my arm again, making another just deeper.

I scream in pain this time. I watch as the blood drips. "Now I'm asking this for the last time. Where is the money."

"I. Don't. Know." I hiss, wimping in pain. He lifts up my shirt making a small incision.

I scream.

I couldn't pretend to be strong anymore.

The man steps away. "Your dad will be coming to find you. Just know I'm not done with you." He shuts off the lights except one, walking away.
"Colby, please." I cry, watching the blood leak through my shirt.

My eyes began to feel heavy. Oh shit. I'm about to faint.

*colbys pov*

It's been 6 hours and Natalie hasn't answered or called me back. No. I knew I should've gone with her. I'm just so fucking dumb, she hurt, and now I can't be there.

What her dad was lying. What if she got shot, what if she's dead. No no no. I have to got

I grab my keys off the wall. "Hey man, where you going!" Sam asked. "Shit" I whisper underneath my breath.

"I gotta go shopping, be back later" I smile nervously walk out the door. I get in my car, quickly starting it and backing out the drive way. I rave quickly down the street driving 50 over the sped limit.

I don't even care. I need Natalie. I need to know she's safe.

I finally arrive at her dads house I get out the car and the front door was open. I walk in everything was perfect, except one bullet on the ground. "Hello! Mr. beck." I call out. Nothing.

"Cmon Natalie where are you baby." I whisper.

*Natalie pov*

"I don't know where your fucking money is!" I cry as he makes another cut. "I know you do!" The man yells.

He steps back. He leaves the room.

I glimps at the one blade he didn't take. I force my weak body to push the chair. I lean my head down picking the blade up with my mouth. I drop it carefully into my hand. I bend my hand to cute the rope.

I start cutting faster as I hear footsteps.

Faster. Hurry!

I cut as fast as I can before the knife falls out of my hand. Hitting the floor.

"Shit" I whisper.
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For some reason I hate this chapter. Idk why.