||How far for love||

Promise

[mentions of rape, gun violence, blood]

These sick fucks

Rage

Rage

Rage

Is all I feel when I walk into that basement. Women and little girls are tied up to walls, blood covering their bruised body's. Some men taking advantage of them, as some cry out and other cry in silent.

I immediately start shooting as I shoot my men do to.

Bullets fly,

blood splatters.

As I'm shooting I turn around to see my men can handle this. I'm going to find that sick cazzo.

I start to trail backwards, still shooting watching my back and front. As I turn the corner in the basement I see an office.

Got him.

When I walk closer to the office I grow more fucking frustrated Giovanni had a fucking child, a child that he was trying to rape. But the girl was

Not pleading with him,

Not begging him,

Not listening,

But fighting.

She is pushing him away yelling at him from what I can see his office is sound proof.

With her bruised body she still is fighting.

I don't know her but I'm fucking proud of her.

I don't waste anymore time making her suffer and I shoot the handle of that door, causing both of their heads to flip my direction.

I don't hesitate to shoot this idiota in his leg. He screams out in pain like the fucking coward he is, I shoot him one more time,

Just for fun.

He's now on the floor squirming, pathetic.

Marco comes into the room flustered from fighting.

"All the guys are good— everyone is fine." He pants trying to catch his breathe.

"vattene così stronzo fuori di qui vai di sopra con uno degli altri ragazzi prendi alcuni degli uomini e falli pulire questa merda e lega questa merda e buttalo nel furgone"

[get this fucker out of here go upstairs with one of the other guys get some of the men and have them clean this shit up and tie this shit up and throw him in the van]

"va bene capo"

[okay boss]

Marco drags him out while I go over to little girl she looks up at me shaking, afraid I might hurt her.

She look to be about 6,

signore,

[lord]

These sick fucking, I might be able to kill without remorse but signore they are fucking kids.

I might be the devil but I'm no monster.

"Im not going to hurt you," I say down to the little brunette.

She just stares back at me.

"I know you've probably hurt that before and it was not true. I know you can't trust me but I'm not going to hurt you I just want to help you." I Couch down to her hight and let out my hand.

She hesitantly but slowly places her tiny hand in my big one.

"How old are you?" I try to make my voice sound as soft as possible, not trying to freak her out.