Doctor for the mafia (Book 1 of 'Doctor' duology)

Thirty Seven

"I'm also half Italian since I can remember my family always married someone Italian. The Italian mafia will say that we took their woman, but it's not true. My great-great-grandfather fell in love, Giana, was the name of my great-great-grandmother, she was from Turin, they were both madly in love with each other. The Italians and American mafias were best friends, and when the Don at the time saw how she lead the mafia with my grandpa, he fell in love with her and wanted her. That's how this war started. Cliché right?"

"I can't deny that. Then what?" I asked.

This is how we've been passing the time since I got here, it's been a week, or more, I can't tell you exactly. I told him what happened in the world for the last ten years. I told him about me, Andrea, the guys, and the mini-story that I share with Niccolo.

So far nobody came to check on us, not even to give us water or food, so we are feeling weak. I don't know how but my wounds didn't get infected so far.

Lucky me I guess.

"For two years they lived in peace, they got married and Giana got pregnant, with my great grandfather, after he was born the Italians came back and killed her, my great-great-grandfather was shot two times because he was protecting the baby. And since then we are at war." Alessandro, but I like to call him papa Wright, and he doesn't mind, finished his story.

"That was a beautiful story." I hear someone say while entering the space we are in.

Marcello.

I still can't wrap my head about the fact, that he's the bad guy. For sure he looks a bad boy, but tell me someone who doesn't. He was so sweet with me in Italy.

All fake.

"What do you want with us?" I asked.

"I don't want anything with him, he's just here to suffer more, can you imagine, all your family moving on without you, meanwhile you're here being beaten and being slowly eaten by rats? Tragic." Marcello says.

"Pezzo di merda."[Piece of shit.] I shout at him.

"You weren't saying that a few weeks ago. " He said.

"You weren't the same person a few weeks ago. "

"You're wrong Tesoro, I was the same you were just desperate to have my dick, that you didn't care in getting to know me."

"You were just an itch that I needed to scratch since I didn't have what I first wanted, Niccolo, you were just a replacement. But let's be honest would've you told me who you were in Italy ?"

"Maybe." He said with a shrug.

Lies.

"What do you want for me, Marcello?" I asked and he came closer. He reached to his back pocket, took a folded paper out, and gave it to me.

I unfolded the paper and read the Italian words. It was a contract signed by my father, his debt was paid but I had to marry Marcello and carry his baby.

What the fuck?

"Did you read everything?" He asked.

"Yes." I said slowly.

"We will get married in a few months, and after you will get pregnant with my baby. I'll let you here until then, so you can lose the attitude." He said and started walking away.

"When?" I asked barely above a whisper.

"I'll give you three months, I need a wife, one to be seen not heard, and you Julianna, is very loud, so you better start losing that attitude of yours, Tesoro." He said and got out.

I went to the back of the cell and sat down against the cold wall. Think, I need to think. We can't get married for two reasons, I'm married to Niccolo, the only way to change that is, divorce him or die. And two I don't want to marry him.

He also wants a baby, I won't sleep with him, I would rather burn my vagina, than repeat my mistake again. But what the fuck is he capable of doing? For all, I know he can rape me, and I'll fight as long as I can, but I'm nothing compared to him.

He's taller, stronger, and at this moment, healthier than me.

What can I do?

"Are you alright, sweetie?" Papa Wright asked, he's such a sweet person.

"No." I answered truthfully.

"We will be fine."

"No, we won't, unless we get out of here. I will never give in to him, and I think he will use you, he'll hurt you and-"

"I'll be fine."

"No, you won't. You heard him, three months. We need to escape in that time. "

"But honey, we are in the middle of the water. "

"They must have some type of lifeboat in here."

"We can do this." He said getting up and coming to the bars next to me.

"Yes, we can. Now we need to find some fire and I need tampons." I said and laughed at the face he made.

"We need weapons, this will help us."

"You need to explain better."

And I did, I told him that we will use the cotton in the lock so we can escape. I told him that with the little plastic tubes that come with the tampons, if I ask for the right ones, and we steal a lighter we can maybe do something like a shank.

I mean if people in prisons can do it, so can we.

When I worked at the hospital, I treated some wounds inflicted with it and I assure you that it can surely kill. And I'll do every fucking thing I need to get out of here.

As another week went by, we started the plan. It was not easy to steal the lighter, or get the tampons, I had to bat my eyelashes to Marcello but he agreed. To get the lighter, I played dead one time when one of the guards came with food.

He came close to me, and I attacked, in the fight, I took the damn thing. When the third week in this hell hole started, things went from bad to worst.

It seems that Marcello wants to speed the process of me becoming a submissive, and he wants to do that with torture. He said he wouldn't beat m, because he needs my body to work in perfect conditions for the baby.

But scars are okay, he said.

Delusional motherfucker.

So he uses blades, my back, arms, and legs are covered in cuts. Some deep, others from side to side, and some small.

I've been feeling so weak this week more than before, I just want to curl in a ball and sleep. I've been nauseous but I can't throw up. Maybe because I have nothing in my stomach.

For how long can a person hang on?