Mafia's Art [COMPLETED]

41: Playhouse

WARNING:

This chapter contains some sensitive subjects, said or done by some of the characters. Contains sensitive comments on people of colour. If it will be too uncomfy for you, you can stop reading the story right here. I want y'all to know, that as a South African girl myself- I think everyone is beautiful just as they are. Different, but beautiful nonetheless. Racist people are just horny, it's about time we accept that we can't all be the same and that's okay too.🐾🌻🐞

Charlene's POV

The uncle... was a bornified, legitimate and graduated ass whole. Gosh, in three days I've gotten to hate him so much and so does my baby.

My unborn child...

Yep, I'm pregnant. Surprise!! I found out the day Santi went torturing everyone. No one knows yet, no one got the chance to find out.

I just hope we push through, my baby and I. Or at least hold on until daddy comes. As I'm in my hopeful thoughts, I hear the door open and close. Here comes the hell keeper.

"Ahh, hello my lovely... I want you to join me upstairs from now on. I realise this basement is not suited for... my future wife."

Ughh, he really, actually thinks I'm gonna play house with him. Do I look like a child, to play happy family with him? What an idiot. I hear his footsteps come closer and he grabs my face tightly with one hand, forcing me to look at him. His rough fingers digging into my cheeks. Ouch, that hurts... Definitely gonna leave a mark.

"You look at me when I talk to you women, understand?... Tsk, tsk, tsk," he shakes his head. "I don't know how my nephew did it, but this behaviour will not be tolerated with me... Untie her and bring her upstairs!!"

With that instruction, he turns around and leaves. Two guards enter and they unite me, my wrists already so red from the handcuffs. Handcuffs that I wore three. days. straight, imagine. Baby, your daddy is gonna kill him.

"Come on stand up!!"
One of the guards says, pulling me quite harsh. My legs wobble and I can't feel my knees, due to sitting on this damn chair for too long. They each hold me and lead me upstairs, into the main floor of the house. This a fucken beautiful house, can't say the same about the owner though. We climb a second set of stairs, stopping in front of some room.

They open the door and push me inside. "Boss said there'll be a dress for you on the bed. Take a shower. We'll be back in thirty minutes and we'll take you down to eat supper with him."

With that they shut the door, lock it and leave. Ugh, where can I even go? I know there are guards posted all over the place, I'm not dumb. Me being me, I would take the chance on a normal day, but I'm pregnant now. *sigh* I miss my Renzo.

With that thought, I smile to myself and look at my engagement ring.

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Santino's POV

Three days, three whole days without you my love and I feel miserable.

I've been sitting on my bed thinking... and crying for like fifteen minutes now. Yep, I really wouldn't but I found out something. She's pregnant... She's pregnant? Yeah man. I found the test in her closet the other day.

If you're wondering why we haven't found her since we have the location of the warehouse. It's because they moved. Yep, found it empty when we went there to raid it. That fucker must have figured we were coming. What to do now, what to do now.

I've never met my uncle, but I hate the guy so much. He and my dad cannot share the same parents, I refuse to believe that. He could've taken so much more from me, but why her... Her and my baby.

As I think about her I look at my ring and I remember how she gave it to me. I chuckle at myself. It was so stupid of me to go to the stripclub, all I needed was her and she was right beside me. All the damn time.

Then again, I wouldn't have gotten a ring if I didn't go. Now we have a piece of each other wherever we go, wherever we go. Wherever we go? *gasp*

"Yes! Oh shit how can I forget, I'm so stupid. YOUR RING HAS A TRACKER MY LOVE!"

"Santino, stai parlando da solo?" [are you talking to yourself?]

"No mamma, I mean yes, no. Kinda, can you gather everyone please. Thanks!"

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Charlene's POV

"Do you like the food my love?"

I stay silent. Him calling me... that makes me cringe, I honestly wanna gag.

"Still no answer?" He pauses and chuckles, is this dude crazy? Yeah nevermind, let's not answer that. He grabs tightly my hand that rests on the table, unfortunately I'm sitting quite close to this monster.

"You're hurting m-"

"Weather you like it or not, there are a few things you have to come to terms with. One, you are trapped. Two, no one knows you're here, so no one's even coming. Three, you. are. mine. now... Principessa." He whispers the last part and kisses my knuckles. Ew get him off, get him off.

"Now, we will enjoy this dinner like a real couple. Then we will go to our bed, sleep, and from now on you will love me. I will teach you to love me, to respect me and to obey me. You will forget about that- that little boy and only have eyes for me. GET RID OF HIM!! You hear me?..." He takes a deep breath. "Let me help you with the first step of that, I'll be taking this ring off now."

I try to pull my hand away, but he already has a tight grip on it. No, not my ring. He can't do that.

"No. You can't take that." I say, trying to wiggle myself out of his grasp. My heart suddenly beating faster.

"Ahh I see, so now you speak... You disrespectful black insect! You know, the only good thing about you black women is your bodies, the way you're built. Just look at you, if not for that. I would've sold you to someone else, then you'd really be in for it. It's just that you'd be a nice one to show off to my friends, you puttana." [whore.]

*slap*
That's it. I can't take it anymore, this motherfucker, who does he think he is. I know exactly what puttana means, I don't appreciate that... And you black women? What the fuck does that mean.
"Look here, Oreo. Now I don't like you, heck I don't like a lot of people. I'm a Gemini for christ's sake, so that's understandable. You on the other hand, you are just pushing it."

He tries to slap me back but I hold his wrist with my free hand. I'm not weak, never again.
"You don't know me Oreo, but I've done quite worse to many men and women. I suggest you keep your hands to yourself from now on and have your attitude checked."

I free my hand, let go of him and stand up to go to that bedroom upstairs. I hear him chuckle.
"Feisty ey. It's okay, I like playing games."
He says to himself.

He's crazy. I run up the stairs. As soon as I enter the bedroom, I lock it and cry. My body suddenly feeling weak as I drop to the floor and bring my knees to my chest. What the fuck? Ugh, it's this pregnancy. I'm so soft and moody these days, why am I crying?

With that I cry even more. I just wanna go home, I'm so alone here. I'll do whatever it takes to protect my baby still... Whatever it takes baby.