Ｃｈｅｃｋｍａｔｅ: Ａ ｍａｆｉａ ｎｏｖｅｌｅｔｔｅ

iPhones and Guns

Astrid Foreswift's Pov:

I woke up groggily, feeling the cold floor beneath myself.

"Capria, CAPRIA" I shook Capria awake, who was lay beside me, still unconscious.

"I'M UP. what time is it? did I oversleep??" Capria uttered frantically, abruptly jerking awake, hitting her head on the wall.

"Calm down. Actually no. Freak out. We were kidnapped by those two bastards so you better freak out." I spoke calmly.

"First you shout then I will," Capria pouted. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm too tired and anyways, If we shout they'll know we are awake," I stated quietly. "True" Capria agreed.

"Where are we anyway??" Capria questioned, looking around her surroundings. It was a beautiful open terrace with high railings. In all, an open jail.

"A fusion of heaven and hell, but I wonder where the devils are themselves" I rhymed coincidentally.

"Yes yes we get it, you can rhyme." Capria rolled her eyes at me.

"That was completely coincidental but thanks," I smirked.

"Good you're awake," We both suddenly heard a voice from behind us.

We both stood up abruptly, not realizing about the handcuffs on our hands and fell down, landing on top of each other. I groaned in pain as Capria got up from on top of me.

"Sorry! ugh who spoke?" Capria apologized immediately to me and the person who spoke 'good you're awake', looking behind herself to see none other than Titus Wilder himself.

Her eyes widened and she apologized to him. to him.

A small smile crept on Wilder's face.

"You don't need to apologize to no jerk, Capria." I scoffed, getting up and brushing my pants.

Wilder looked at me coldly, took out some keys and opened Capria handcuffs. I extended mine as an instinct.

Wilder looked at my hands and smirked. He jangled the keys mockingly and threw them with all his strength somewhere far away.

"Why would you do that?" I roared, looking over the foggy fields.

He smirked, snatched my hand and Capria's and pulled us out of the cage.

He first took Capria to a king-sized bedroom and locked her in it. It was Capria's dream room so I knew she would be a little happy to be in it.

On the other hand, Wilder took me to a cold and darkroom/dungeon with only a small window for sunlight, harshly threw me onto the floor and locked me in it.

I stood calmly, knowing that there was no way to escape.

There was a yoga mat kept there for me to sleep on.

I heard the main dungeon door slam close as I went for the yoga mat.

I spread it on the floor and went to the jail bars.

I started moving my cuffs chains at full speed on the metal rods and suddenly, they broke with the friction.

I fell back with force on the yoga mat, hitting my head on the hard concrete.

I tried touching the cuffs but immediately bought my hand back. They were molten H A W T from the friction that was created.

I sat up and started my daily dose of meditation.

"Ommmmmmmmmmm," I chanted peacefully, not caring about the world or where I was. I heard the door creak open but too no notice to it.

"Ommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," I chanted again, longer this time.