The Italian mafia was made out of the four families. Surnames Moretti, Valentinti, Vinci, and De'Luca.
Twenty two year old Niccolò Vinci is next in line to be The Don of the four families. He is every bit of savage, vicious, and remorseless. There w...
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Chapter Four- "Devils Arms"
Chapter Four Theme Song: 911 - Elise
Basira St'Clair | First POV Location: Paris, France
I watched as the man holding the gun to my forehead titled his own head to the side waiting for a answer. My breathing was rigged and tears were streaming down my face.
"I don't know him-m—he's been following us all day" I stuttered as I turned my head a little to look at Avery who nodded her head in agreement.
Her face was red from crying and she too was being held by the man who was smoking a cigar still leaning nonchalantly on the wall.
The man pushed the gun deeper into my skull. "Come on tesoro I don't have all day—I rather get this done fast and quickly" He spoke in a bored tone. (Sweetheart)
"I'm not lying he's short, has black hair and facial hair—"
"Hey! Does he have a scar going down his face?" The guy holding Avery suddenly shouted.
I nodded my head; I knew my whole body was visibly shaking against the gun metal.
"Starting from his left eyebrow" I added.
"It's him Nico. The guy I was talking about" The guy said with some kinda of enthusiasm in his tone.
"You sure?" The man holding the gun to my head ask him not taking his eyes off me.
"Positive" He replied back.
I felt the gun weight slowly come off my forehead. I mentally sighed but I still was scared. If he wanted to he could shoot and kill me at any given moment.
"Nico! Silvio! What are you two doing the France men are waiting" A voice said.
I turned to see four eyes at the end of the hallway; his knitted eyebrows as looked from Avery to me before he let out a heavy sigh.
"Her again?" I think I heard him mutter.
"—Let's go" The one he called Nico said, the man who had been holding a gun to my head.
I watched as 'Nico' tucked his gun back under his suit jacket as he begin walking towards four eyes.
"What about the girls?" The other one he called 'Silvio' asked.
"Take that one back to your hotel room and this one is coming with me" Nico said as he took off walking towards his friend.
"Like hell I am. I'm not going anywhere; not without Avery and surely as hell not with you" I protested staying in my exact spot.
"Oh! she feisty I see" Silvio laughed as if my distress was a sick joke.
I watched as Nico foot steps halted; he had only got two steps away making me not very far from his reach. He suddenly grabbed a hold of my jaw with his hand as he quickly pulled me forward into him. My hands were on his arm as his grip tighten on my jaw as he held my face in place where I could only look up at him.
