Mafia boy and shy girl

Jack isn't patient

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In Jack's head

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I'm patiently waiting in my office. This should not take long, the people who took her are probably poor people with no self defense but strong desires...

Well, I agree with them on one thing: She IS pretty. 

But that doesn't mean it's an open door for them to barge in an rape her! After all, like that  Scarlett girl said, it isn't her fault for being pretty.

-------  30 minutes later

I have been patient enough. Why haven't they find her yet? She couldn't have gone far... 

------- Another 5 minutes

I'm outside the  club. I can't believe these guys. How can they not find her? And by now, she's probably suffered. I can't let her suffer. Tears start forming in the corner of my eyes- ew

I call one of the men that went to find her. 

"Have you found her yet?" I say

"Umm... No. Well, ummm"

"Straight to the point James, straight to the point."

"Actually, we know about in wich area she is."

"Then why isn't she found? Just kill everybody in the way and find her!"

"Boss, ugh... (gulp) Shesintheitalianmafia'shouse!"

"Slower."

"She is in the italian mafia's house. Well, mansion. And well, it's not really small so she could be anywhere in it and there are guards about every 10 meters."

"I'm sending more people, and I'm coming."

"UMMM BOSS WE ARE BEING CHASED BY THE ITALIAN MAFIA I REPEAT WE ARE-"

"No need to repeat Oliver, i'm coming don't run, act as if you were just passing by"

"BUT- oh. They are running towards an ice cream truck."

"A what?"

"Ice cream truck"

"That should let you enough time to enter the mansion and find her. Go, please. I know it's dangerous, but she means a lot to me so go and bring her back."

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I sent 20 men there, in case. And I am personnaly coming, in case too. It's weird not being the action, and watching from the sidelines a wall, wondering what is going on inside.

-------- In Jame's head

Wow she must be a heck of a deal for boss to want us to litterely go in the enemy's territory, and sharing with us that she is important! 

"What did she looked like again? " I asked my coworker

"They said she had brown hair and eyes, a green dress with straps in the back and a messy bun. But I don't expect much woman in here so she'll be easy to spot. And her name's Leila."

"Wow, you just gave me a whole damn description of her! Thanks"

We walk in the hallways, acting like we are staff from the italian mafia. But of course, every fuck!ng door is closed, so we can't see in them. 

We walk while recepting every sound that we hear. 

"Do you hear that?" My coworker says

"No cause you be talking"

I approach the door he indicated while he makes sure no one is coming our way.

I can hear sobbing from the other side of the door, a muffled one, almost like someone cries silently.

 Not sure of what to do and hoping it's her, I open the door. And there I see her. Lying on the cold floor next to the bed, blood coming from her privates is the girl dressed with a green silk and strapped dress, the dress ripped from every angle. Her messy hair over her face while she shivers and sniffles on the floor.

It broke my heart. 

I can't remember the last time I felt pitty for someone, but damn, now I feel it. I make a promise to myself to never let anyone hurt her. Ever. 

My coworker (devin) enters and sees her. I see the look of pitty on his face too. 

She's crying and can't notice us, trying to breath and move, holding onto a pillow, covering  herself as much as she can. Poor thing.

And where just there, watching her like too creeps, but don't know what to do. 

Suddenly the door slams open. 

"Look who it is".

Shit.