•His Angel•

Chapter 2

Scared

Finally gaining the courage I walk up to the door to see it it's already cracked open.

Well this this can't be good. I take a deep breath trying to get my hands to stop shaking.

I push open the door and take my heels off so that you can't hear the clicking of them.

I set my purse down on the floor beside me and take my throwing knife out of it.

When I was 6 my mother made me take knife throwing lessons so I could defend myself.

I have never stopped taking those lessons so I have pretty much mastered it.

Well for my sake let's hope I have.

I guess it really is time to put those skills to the test.

I feel like I'm suffocating.

Well thinking about the fact that my head hurts so bad that I can't even think straight and I feel kind of dizzy.

I just might not make it.

I clutch both sides of my head and grit my teeth trying to not scream.

I take quiet steps up the stairs. I silently search all the guest rooms. And the bathrooms, but then suddenly I hear cluster of deep voices.

"Non ho mai in vita mia anche se tu, il miglior capo, faresti qualcosa di così sciocco come questo". (I never in my life though you the best head man would do something so foolish like this)The deep voice booms through the house.

Oh no this can not at all be good.

I again hear the men and the voices are coming from my fathers room. I take a deep breath and slam the doors open.

I see all 12 men focused in on my dad when all of they're heads snap towards me.

All of the men have jet black hair that is freshly cut. That is absolutely flawless.

They wear perfectly tailored suits which look like they cost more than I have spent in my entire lifetime.

Who pays for all of this?

In the center in the room is my father tied up in a chair. His arms are tied behind his back and his head hangs low from what it looks like is exhaustion from getting the heck beat out of him.

Blood is running down his face and I can see the big gash on his cheek. And he has a black eye similar to the one he gave me.

I inwardly smirk knowing that he is in pain.

"Look look that's her t-there she is you got what you came for now let me go". My father speaks with breathing rapidly.

My eyebrows furrow and I feel my heart rate increase rapidly. What is that supposed to mean what does he mean "they got what they came for".

"Bene cosa dovremmo fare con lei". (Well what are we supposed to do with her) One of the men says.

"Se solo dipendesse da me". (If only that we're up to me). The other says with lustful eyes.

My eyes widen in shock and fear. Please no this can not happen to me. I made a promise to myself.

Do they not realize that I'm fluent in Italian.

One of the men from what I see is the leader walks up to me and looks me up and down.

He caresses my face with tip of his gun moving hair out of my face.

"D-don't ever touch me". I try to say with confidence but my voice quivers.

He he moves his freehand down to my butt.