Sage Roman. The Mafia Princess of the Italian's. The only little girl to be born in several generations. She was the light of the Roman families lives. Except for her mother Elaine. She grew jealous of her daughter getting the attention of not only...
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TW//Abuse and Torture
Men started to get out of the SUV's coming to my family and I.
"Sir" they greeted my father.
He greeted them with a head nod before talking. "Voglio che quell'uomo venga messo nel furgone dietro di noi. Chiunque lo guidi, voglio che lo porti al magazzino più vicino alla villa. Mettilo in una cella isolata, lontano da tutti. E portalo dal retro, nessuno sa che è lì tranne noi." (I want that man to be put in the van behind us. Whoever is driving it I want you to take him to the warehouse closest to the mansion. Put him in a secluded cell away from everyone. And take him through the back, no one knows he's there but us.)
"Assicurati di controllarlo. Chiedi a qualcuno di controllare eventuali impianti se ne trovi, assicurati di contattarmi immediatamente. Niente scuse." Enzo stated right after my father. (Make sure you check him for anything. Have someone check for any implants if you find any make sure to contact me immediately. No excuses.)
" Si signore" They all coursed at once. (Yes sir.)
"Good. Get us out of here." My father said walking to the third SUV.
My brothers and I followed his lead getting into the car. Mario and I sat in the very back again by ourselves. He never let go of my hand making sure I was close to him. The whole ride to the clinic I could feel the occasional glance from my brothers and father. I didn't have the energy to look into their mind or the courage to honestly. I didn't want to know what they were thinking about me in this moment. I just rested my head against my twins shoulder completely exhausted. Usually I am never truly exhausted after using my powers but I haven't used so much in forever. Not to mention the injuries I have from the crash and even before. I was dreading getting this check up and having to look at my bruised body.
It had been at least two hours of agonizing silence before we made it to the city. Only twenty more before making it to a small clinic on the outskirts of town. It was a modern building with a sign that said 'Johnson Clinic' in cursive in the front. My family waisted no time getting out and heading to the clinic.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Marco having his arm around Matteo holding helping him walk. I didn't know the extent of his injuries but I hope it was nothing too damaging. I wouldn't forgive myself if he was seriously injured from Owen and his goons.
When we made it inside there was no one there. It was a nice sized lobby with magazines and a fish tank for entertainment. It was a standard doctors office but I knew it was a front for the Mafia. They probably had regular everyday clients to keep the from but never steering away from its true purpose.
It wasn't long before two people came out from the back. It was a tall slender man with a kind face. And by the way he held the slightly shorter blonde haired lady's hand that followed him I could tell that they were together. But the matching wedding bands that danced around both of their fingers were a dead give away. They both had lab coats on making me have the assumption they were both doctors.
