Obsidian

{Seven🖤}

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To my suprise, the person who had opened the door was none other than a little girl, probably about six years old.

She pushed open the door all the way, before gliding into the room.

"Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid"

Her line of insults subsided and she froze in place when she saw me. The young child's eyes scanned my body, from my head to my toes and back again.

"Hello" she said with a large grin on her face.

"Hi" I reluctantly replied as I closed the door.

"Are you the girl who shot Alessandro?" she asked curiously, with a tilted head and raised eyebrow.

Shit.

How did she even know about that?

Nitara, she lives here, what did you expect?

But she's six!

My mind raced with a hundred questions and responses. My lack of an answer seemed to provide her with the one she needed.

"You are, arent you?" her head tilted sideways even more. So much, that she was practically going to fall over.

"Where's your mother, sweetheart?" I asked her, attempting to mask my disconfort with concern for her.

I was in no way bad with children nor did I despise them. In fact, I thought that I was actually quite good with children. But this particular child was asking too many questions. Questions I was unprepared to answer. What would I say to her?

"Mamma?" she asked with raised eyebrows "She's on the phone. Told me to go to my room" she imitated her motherd words with vast hand movements, wailing them around in the air like a mad woman.

"And this" I gestured with my arms around us at the very bland very brown office "is your bedroom?" I asked skeptically.

She stared at me.

Her dark brown eyes appeared black as they seemed to pierce my soul.

"Yes"

"You don't seem like the type to live in an office" I tilted my head to the side as she had previously done.

She mirrored my head tilt "you don't seem like the type to shoot people"

Well played.

I had no idea who this child was, but I liked her. she was sassy, whitty, and had a smart mouth. She remineded me if myself.

We both remained in our positions, heads tilted sideways.

I don't know how long we stayed like that.

I practically forgot all about my circumstance, and my wound, until the door busted open.

"Digli di riposare, cazzo [tell him to fucking rest!]"

The man stopped in his tracks when he saw the girl and I mid stare-off. Both our eyes turned to look at him.

"Tony. I'm gonna call you back" he exclaimed to the person on the other line before closing the door and taking a step towards us.

He looked young, maybe a year older than me. His short stubble and ruffled brown hair enticing me to keep looking, gawking at him.

He was atractive, there was no denying that. But his features and general aura reminded me of that of a mouse for some strange reason.

"Aren't you supposed to be in another room?" he directed his question at me.

"Aren't you supposed to be looking for some cheese or something?" I replied back, sass prevent in my tone.

The little girl began to laugh uncontrollably to the point where she was left holding ber stomach for dear life.

"He does look like a mouse! I'm glad I'm not tbe only one who sees it!" she yelled out in between breaths.

"Sofia! Mamma non ti ha detto di andare in camera tua? Andare. Adesso [Did not mom tell you to go to your room. Go. Now]" he said.

I have no idea what was said. I don't speak Italian. But what i did know was that the little girl I was fond of was called Sofia.

What a pretty name.

She looked at me, and gave the most theatrical bow i've ever seen in my life bwfore waltzing off to what I assumed was her real bedroom.

Kids...

The mouse man watched her leave before shifting his attention back to me.

"Well Curly, care to explain to me what you're doing here?"

I visibly recoled at the use of the nickname.

"Curly?" I repeated, disgusted. screwing up my face.

"Yes, Curly. I don't know your name, love" he shrugged.

I didn't need to think about the follow up answer I gave him.

"Jasmine"

"Well, Jasmine. You're gonna have to come with me" he held his hand out for me to take.

I slapped it away "I'm not going anywhere with you. You could be a pervert" I replied, crossing my arms.

"No Curly. I'm not. Besides, you're in my house." he winked at me and turned around, expecting me to follow.

But I didn't.

I noticed a heavy book on the mantleoiece near the door and took the opportunity to pick it up and smack him in the head with it.

The book was quite heavy, and I could see particles of dust flying arounf from where the book hadn't been rouched in what seemed like years.

I bent down to drop the book quitetly and stepped over his unconscious body before running out into the main household.

So my original plan had gone out the window, but I guess so had secrecy at this point. No doubt that doctor had returned from running his errands and noticed my disappearance.

I continued pacing down what looked like a lobby for what seemed like forever. If I hadn't been so preoccupied I would have stopped to admire the beauty of the mansion. It was like something out of a fairy tale. Grey and gold marble adorned floors and walls, with black and a few white and brown accents scattered about.

The decorator must have been a pro.

Nearing a corner, I swiftly stopped and hid when I saw a familiar figure on the phone yelling at someone in Italian.

I'm gonna take a wild guess and say that this family was Italian.

"Non ti pago per essere confuso ti pago per fare come dico! Cazzo trovala ora prima che ti metta una pallottola tra gli occhi [I don't pay you to be confused. I pay you to do as I say! Fucking find her now before I put a bullet between your eyes]"
"She is still here! Find her!"

Fear paralyzed me. I didn't even know what he was saying but I was afraid. If I wasn't so afraid I would've thought he sounded hot. I inched backwards until my back hit a rock hard, cool surface.

I didn't even have to look behind me to know that it wasn't a wall I stumbled into.

Immediately, I kicked my foot backwards, into the crotch of the person behind me. I turned around and swung my fits so they came into contact with his jaw. I felt my arms being grabbed from either side of me thereafter, confusion consumed me.

That was until I realized the man I had punched was standing next to two men, all of similar heights towering over me at 6 foot something.

Fuck.

The one I punched grabbed a fistful of my hair and dragged me backwards. My back came into contact with the cold marble flooring, making me involuntary arch my back.

High pitched screams, curses and insults escaped my mouth and I frantically wailed around like a fish out of water trying to get loose.

He dragged me all the way to the end of the hall where the man names Alessandro stood with his legs spread and arms crossed, a stoic look on his face.

I was fucked.