Monae's Pov
... he doesn't know where it is".
The sound of voices whispering woke me, sitting up, I winced at the pain in my head.
"Ah, you're awake princess" I looked in the direction of the person that spoke as my vision cleared, it was the man from the bakery.
Casting him a glare, I looked in the direction of the other man and my heart dropped to my stomach as he stood there watching me.
"Bella, a pleasure to see you again" he smirked as he approached me slowly, words wouldn't come out my mouth, my throat felt like it was closing up.
"Cat got your tongue, Bella? You were always vocal" he laughed running his hands along the side of my face.
"Don't fvcking touch me" I spat moving away from his touch and he gripped my jaw pulling me back to him.
"Ah, that's more like it" he smirked "Now where is my son?"
"Gio is a grown man, I don't babysit him" I told him as his grip tightened.
"Don't play dumb Monae" he gritted out "The one Giovanni thought was his" he laughed as I tensed up.
"You killed him, remember?" I gritted out and was met with the back of his hands connecting to my face.
"You think I didn't find out that doctor lied to me? And I dealt with her" he wrapped his hand around my neck "Now. Start. Talking"
"Fvck. You" was the last thing I told him before his fist connected to my face and everything went black.
Flashback
Italy
"Gio" I giggled as he peppered kisses along my neck "Stopp".
"I'll miss you Fenice" he wrapped his hand around my waist pulling me closer.
"I know, and I'll miss you too" I pouted "When will you be back?"
"In a month" he stated placing a kiss on my lips before getting up.
"Ok" I smiled but I was panicking on the inside. A month alone here would be hell, I got along with Mrs. Costa but i felt like his father had it out for me.
2 weeks after Gio left
Trigger warning ⚠️
A painful sensation between my legs woke me out my sleep and I tried to get up but was held down by the figure above me.
Gio? I thought but I immediately began panicking because he isn't back yet.
The scent of alcohol assaulted my nose as the person above me began moving and my eyes widened at the sight of Mr. Costa.
"What are you doi-?" My words were cut off as he thrusted into me and a scream fell from my lips "Stop, stop!!" I begged as he kept thrusting inside me.
"Be quiet, wh**e, be a good girl and behave" he growled out clamping his hand around my neck and I began clawing at his hands as I found it hard to breathe. The last thing I heard was his heavy breathing above me before I passed out. When I awoke he was gone, and I wondered if I dreamt the entire thing but the pain between my legs indicated it was real.
End of flashback and trigger warning ⚠️
Jolting out my sleep, I looked around and realized I was no longer in the basement but a bedroom. Getting up I went to the washroom to wash my face, looking in the mirror I winced at the bruise that formed on the side of my face.
Ignoring that I searched through the drawers for something I could use to defend myself and found a razor. Slipping it under my shirt I exited the washroom and froze when I saw the guy from the bakery sitting on the bed.
"There you are princess; I was beginning to think you escaped" he smirked but I just stared at him until he got up and approached me.
"You really are something, too bad the boss doesn't want me playing with his toys" he stated running his hand along my bruised cheek and I resisted the urge to slit his throat. I needed to know where I was first before doing anything drastic.
"What do you want?" I looked up at him as he towered over me.
"You, but for now, I'm just here to let you know Mr. Costa wants you down for dinner".
Nodding, I followed him out the room and I began looking around. It obviously isn't the Costa Estate; I don't think I've seen here before. My thoughts were cut off when we arrived in the dining room, and I saw him sitting there along with a man I've never seen before.
"Ah, Bella. Lovely of you to join us" he beamed at me.
I hated this man.
"Like I had a choice" I rolled my eyes before sitting down as the maid set down my plate and I thanked her.
"You were right Giovanni, she is feisty" the unknown man spoke, and I detected an accent but couldn't pinpoint what it was. He wasn't Italian nor Russian though.
"Where is my manners, Monae this is Nicholas Leka. He's going to help find our son" Giovanni stated with a smile, and I started laughing which caused the smile to fall off his face.
"Good luck with that" I continued eating and he slammed his hands on the table getting up and approaching me.
"I'm getting really tired of your attitude, do I need to remind you what happens when you misbehave?" he gripped my hair pulling my head back.
"No" I murmured, and he smirked letting me go "Now be a good girl and behave" he stated before going back to his seat as I looked down at my plate.
Be a good girl and behave.
Be a good girl and behave.
Be a good girl and behave.
The words kept echoing in my head as I fought to keep my tears at bay and my grip on the knife in my hand tightened.
"May I be excused? I lost my appetite" I got up from the table.
"Did I hit a nerve Bella?" he laughed but I ignored him, after observing me for a few seconds he waved his hand in dismissal and I left the room.
Walking back towards the staircase I heard voices coming from my left, following the sound I saw two maids entering a room. Looking behind me to make sure I wasn't followed, I entered behind them and shut the door and their eyes widened as they flew apart from each other.
"Miss, you're not suppose to be in here. Mr. Costa will be upset".
"And I'm sure you're not suppose to be in here either" I stated looking around at what appeared to be the surveillance room "I won't tell if you won't" I smiled, and they nodded. "Do you know where we are?"
"The surveillance room?" one of them answered looking confused.
"No, the house, are we in Italy?"
"Si, it's Mr. Costa's childhood home" the other girl answered as the door handle began jingling.
"Fvck!!" I panicked looking around "Unbutton your clothes, I told them" taking off my shirt and their eyes widened.
"What?"
"Now!!" I whispered as they began fumbling with their button when the door flew open.
"What the fvck are you doing in here?"
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