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 Ten - "Give Him Hell"
Chapter Ten Theme Song: Control - Halsey
Basira St'Clair | First POV Location: Paris, France
The first thing I felt was a aching pain all over my face. It felt like some had took a large bowling ball and threw it directly at my face. I groaned a little as I unintentionally scrunched my nose up only adding to my pain.
"It's ok! You're going to be fine" A feminine voice said in a thick French accent making immediately open my eyes.
Hovering over my face was a girl with ashy blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. Seeing her unfamiliar face only made me raise up from my laid down position.
My eyes were a bit blurry as I tried to adjust to the dim light in room. That was flickering on and off again.
"Where am I?" My voice trembled. My mind begin to recall what felt like happened only seconds ago.
Two men entered the bathroom and attacked me.
The man with the large scar on his face punched me and I immediately had blacked out.
I had been kidnapped.
A cold shiver violently ran down my whole body at the thought. How did they even manage to take me from a luxury five star hotel that was full of people and twenty hour surveillance.
I felt like I was in a thriller/horror film in what actual reality did I just get kidnapped. This all felt so unrealistic and I could barely wrap my head around it as a nauseous feeling twirled in my stomach.
Looking at my surroundings my eyes wondered around the room that I was now in. It was the same size as a small guest bedroom would be. Several twin size mattress occupied the the cement ground. All of the white mattresses are filthy and soggy as if they been used a hundred times before. Some even looked to be covered in old dried up blood.
There are four other girls in here with me including the one that was just hovering my face minutes ago.
"I'm sorry I don't have a answer for you" She told me as the sadness was evident in her tone.
My heart broke as I looked at all four of the girls in the room. All of them looked sad and equally scared. Their clothes were torn and dirty making wonder just how long had they been here.
"How old are all of you? And How long have all of you been here?" My found myself hammering them with questions.
Each of the girls in the room begin to say a different age all of them being younger then eighteen years old. I possibly was the oldest one in the room with my eighteenth birthday only being two days away. The youngest out of the five us was only twelve years old making me completely sick.
