Seraphina Angela, infamously known as 'The Ruby Cadillac' is the original heiress to the throne of her father's mafia, which is partnered with the leading king & queen of the Italian mafia; Carter Fenix and Delilah Fiora Fenix. Seraphina isn't a reg...
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note: I have no idea how this chapter is going to turn out because this is the first time I'm writing something like this so if it starts out mediocre, don't fucking come at me with pitchforks. I promise the book will get way better once I get a hang of the writing in this type of genre. HAVE FUN <3
Pov: Seraphina Angela (TW: mild torture, blood)
When I jolted awake, a wave of dizziness and nausea washed over me, I was beginning to gain consciousness when I feel a sharp shooting pain erupt somewhere in my head. What the fuck happened?
"Ella esta despierta [she's awake]" I hear a familiar baritone voice announce, the statement is followed by the sound of someone pushing against what sounded like a gravel wall.
I open my eyes but it's all black, I can't see anything except an endless abyss of darkness, my eyes are covered using something is what I'm quick to concede.
I start tilting my head to listen to whatever was going around me more clearly, I must be somewhere in Leonidas's mansion, which means Vincent is closer than I anticipated.
The only sounds I can pick up are the sound of boots shuffling on the dirty gravel floor, the minute sounds of the rocks being moved around, and then there it was, the sound of another voice.
"Finalmente, me ocuparé de ella. [Finally, I will deal with her.]" His voice sounded dead as he spoke, he had a husky yet gruff voice, sounding all too desirable for my liking.
I hear footsteps getting closer and closer to where I assume I'm seated, I try to squirm in the seat but it's of no use, my hands are quite literally tied behind my back. I contort my wrists but the rope is thick and is tightly swathed around my wrists, holding me back from moving even an inch.
Fuck.
I can't open my mouth, which I would have done sooner if I had the chance but it's covered with what feels like duck tape, these people are meticulous with their work. Hats off to Vincent Salvador.
"No seas demasiado áspero [don't be too harsh]" I recognize Leo's voice calling out to the second person from a distance, that's when panic strikes in my heart and I shift around in my seat, my feet kicking against the solid stony ground.
Wait a minute? Why can I feel the ground on my bare skin?
I place my bare feet on the ground repeatedly, "Don't bother, your precious heels are in a ditch somewhere," the man lowly chuckles from behind me.
This bitch is going to die- whoever the fuck he is. Those were my mothers, I will not hesitate to kill him if he actually did something to them.
I don't feel him make another movement until I feel the knot of my blindfold being removed, I'm immediately startled by the blinding beam of white light hitting my eyes.
