Third person's pov:
That night, there were two people in the Vannini mansion who could not sleep.
Jennaia and Dimitri.
Jennaia simply could not sleep.
There were a lot of things which had happened that day. When she got into her room, climbed the bed and shut her eyes, aiming to sleep.
She found herself thinking, her my mind wandering not responding to her command of sleep.
She started thinking about the cupcake she ate at the baby shower, after a trail of thoughts she found herself thinking about Dimitri.
The green eyed man in his black shirt, brown leather jacket with jeans. It was casual but he stood out. She remembered glaring at those girls who looked at him like arm candy but they didn't even notice her.
She had unconsciously become jealous and she was starting to notice.
At this revelation she could not sleep anymore only tossing and turning. With an annoyed sigh, she drew the covers and got out of bed.
She slipped her feet into her pink fluffy slippers which Shar got for her a few weeks ago and which she was very grateful for.
Walking out of her room she tried to be as quiet as she could not trying to wake everyone up, checking the time it read 12:52.
She didn't know what she wanted to do, standing in the hall way she decided to go to the kitchen.
She did not feel like eating .
The only which sounded good for her right now was water.
As she drank the room temperature bottle water she remembered she had a half drank bottle of water beside her 6bed. She face palmed herself at this and continued to drink her water.
She decided to check if Dimitri was awake. She knew Dimitri sometimes worked late but she wasn't sure if he'd be around however she walked to Dimitri's office. there was no light coming from under the door so she assumed he was not there.
As she started to walk back she heard a sound.
She stopped moving to listen and the sound came again.
This time it sounded like metal dragging on something.
She didn't know why but she wanted to find out. By this time she was wide awake.
She turned back walking slowly trying to detect where the sound was coming from but all that surrounded her were walls. She started to think she was being delusional making her almost pass it but the clanging sound came.
It was coming from a wall.
"H-hello? Is somebody there?"
She put her head against it and heard metal clanging and a shout of "Help" in response.
"I, I'm coming."
She touched around the wall where she heard the noise come from and discovered it was a wall which covered a door as she moved the heavy block of the wall away.
She stopped and started to think about what she was doing.
She was literally pushing a fake wall which was covering a door in order to 'help' someone.
Had she forgotten she was in a house which belonged to someone in the Mafia? They maybe nice and all but if this door is hidden it must be for a good reason.
Did she really want to do this?
And get involved in something she was not supposed to be included in?
Was she really going to bring a burden into her 'rainbow' coloured life?
She thought.
The shout of help and banging of metal became much more evident since as she had pushed the 'wall' aside bringing her out of her thoughts
She had to help this person.
She took in a deep breath and opened the door. She switched on her flashlight as she walked carefully down the stairs. It seemed like some sort of basement.
"Help!" The voice said, it sounded a little croaky accompanied by the metal clanging.
Was she ready to face this? She thought. Maybe I should go back and sleep.
No. If this person needs help I have to help them.
"Y-yes, I'm coming." She said as she stepped down the stairs as she walked down she almost slipped on something. She directed her light to the floor and realized there was blood on the stairs and underneath her slipper thankfully it has not gotten on the pink fur.
Wait, there is blood?!!
She covered her mouth to muffle her shriek.
As she walked down she could see a figure sitting on a metal chair with chains underneath the dim light as she got closer she realized it was a woman.
She looked rough, to put it lightly.
Her short afro looked so unbelievably shrunk. Her eyes were red.
There was a bruise on her face under where her upper cheek and eye met.
A small cut on her face which was not tended to and had a bit of dryed blood to it, a busted lip and her body was worse. She looked like a thin, an unhealthy thin ragged doll with bruises covering her melanin skin, more untended cuts and dryed blood covered her and her clothes or what was left of it as it looked like it was about to fall of her.
Her hands were cuffed behind her leading to a long chain almost like shackles and her legs were tied in the same way and she was shivering like nobody's business.
Probably because it was.
But little miss Saint here decided to help.
"Could you put down the light? It's in my face." The beaten up woman said.
Oh sorry and angled the light at a direction where it would not hurt the woman's eyes.
After that the two studied each other.
Jennaia concluded that the woman was probably a few years older than her, around her almost mid twenties? Yep she'd bet on that.
"I remember you from somewhere." She muttered then her eyes widen in suprise saying,
"You're, you're Jennaia."
A/N:
Update? :)
Hiii y'all!!! Just wanted to wish you a merry Christmas and happy holidays with this not so festive chapter.
There's more drama in the next.
Until next time. ❤️❤️❤️😁
Xo,
Andrea
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Collision With The Mafia King
RomanceHer name's Jennaia. Jennaia Clarisse Rian. She's been running ever since her little sister recently turned 8, trying to get away from her stepfather, an abusive man who has become much more abusive ever since her mother died 7 years ago...
