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My eyes wander across the page with my picture on it. It has personal information such as my full name, age, where I lived and where I live now, information on my parents and my relationship status with Ezra.

What catches me most, is that the paper says the exact date and time of my parents' death, both of the dates corresponding to what I know too.

Where did they get this information?

I brush it off and head towards the door. I peek through the keyhole and when it seems clear, I step outside.

It's a long hallway, the carpet the same color as the one in the office. The ceilings are high and adorned with small chandeliers placed with the same distance between each other.

It's very similar to the one in Ezra's old house, where we went to visit his father: the same style of windows, carpets and curtains. The only difference is the ambience behind the windows.

I tiptoe through the empty halls, my senses all hyper aware. My eyes are wide, my ears can hear the sound of my toes on the carpets and my skin feels all tingly.

Suddenly I hear voices coming down the hall but I can't place which way they're coming from.

My body is overtaken by fear and sheer panic, my limps shaking and my heart racing as I look around for somewhere to hide.

I'm so close to being free, I can't just let it all go.

I hide behind the curtains, my heart hammering in my chest as I try to calm my breathing so it goes unnoticeable.

The steps and the voices get closer until I see two men turn the corner and start their way down the hallway I'm in. I immediately retract into the curtain, pressing myself up against the wall so I don't affect the look on the exterior of the curtain, as it could me dented with body-like shapes.

They speak italian until the language switch to english.

"What are we going to do with her?" One voice asks, volume so low I barely hear him.

"I already told you! I'm going to lure Ezra in and kill her for revenge. The worst form of torture is the death of a loved one." A second voice asks, to which I recognize it to be the man from earlier.

Dizziness overcomes my senses and my stomach drops, even though I ready recently heard this news.

It all seems so surreal. Like a movie, almost.

'It's all a bad dream, Delilah. In a few minutes you'll wake up with Ezra and everything will be fine.' I tell myself, controlling my breathing.

The fabric of the curtain circled around me triggers my claustrophobia so I simply keep my eyes closed and listen. By turning off one of my senses, I can strengthen another which in this case is my hearing.

"That doesn't seem very rational, L-"

"Silence! I don't care about what's rational and what's not! I need my revenge after he took what was supposed to be mine!" The man growls. He cut off the second man before he could utter his name. When I get back to Ezra, knowing his name would be of advantage and could come in handy.

"Now, leave. I have to go visit the vixen." The man grumbles. With that, two pair of footsteps go in opposite directions and when the coin drops, I realize that the man is going to visit me. I'm the vixen. He's going to get to the room and notice I'm not there...

I peek out of the curtain and see him turning the door to the office at the end of the hallway.

It's too late to go back, now.

I take a deep breath and step away from the curtain, the feeling of something similar to protection replaced by one of absence.

I walk through the hallway slowly, following the sound of the footsteps walking in front of me but around the corner.

"GUARDS!" I hear a booming voice shout from down the hallway and I realize that the man noticed I was gone.

Running footsteps keep getting closer and closer as the man nears me, but all I do is freeze and panic, my chest heaving up and down frantically as I look for an escape.

I slowly spin on my heels and see a door. Without thinking twice, I grab the knob, twist it and shove myself inside, shutting the door closed shortly after.

It's dark in here, pitch black. The only way I can tell where I am is from my hand being laid against the door.

More running steps meet the ones coming from the office, so I assume they're the guards.

"She escaped. Porca puttana. She's gone! Check the entire perimeter, when you find her being her to me and I will teach her a lesson." The man commands. The guards don't say anything but simply run back, shouting orders in italian. I hear sounds of pacing in front of my and a groan.

I almost jump out of my skin when a punch bashes into the wall beside me, luckily it wasn't in the door otherwise it would've probably broken the wood and gotten me too.

I still have a chance. I don't know how I would proceed to embrace this chance, but it's there. I haven't been caught yet, that's what matters. I could find a way to the garden outside, where multiple expensive cars were parked, that I spotted when I peeked out the window earlier.

But how would I get down there?

And I don't have the slightest idea of where I am. I don't know how long I was asleep for, so for all I know, I could be anywhere around the globe.

The priority right now would be managing to escape this hell house, the rest I can think of later.

As I thought of this little plan inside my head, the sound of footsteps running away caught my attention. They were running towards where the guards went.

An idea comes to mind as I remember something that I noticed in the office.

Attached to the wall behind the door, were different hooks with car keys dangling on them.

I feel around for the doorknob and when I find it, I place my ear on the door to listen.

Nothing.

I turn it and open the door. I step out and peek around to see that the hallway is empty. I make my way to the office taking quick and hurried steps until I'm inside. I shut the door and peek behind it to see a bunch of different keys.

I grab the first one I can reach and breathe deeply. I guess I'm really doing this.

What's the worst that could happen...

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hello my pretties, how have y'all been?? it's been a while since i've posted but here i aaaammmm!! Hope you've been well.
Someone told me to stop writing mafia romance books but it's literally all i enjoy writing🧍‍♀️
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