Loving Alessandro

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*tw: gore/violence*

Alessandro gave me a thirty minute warning. to mentally prepare myself for holding a knife to a man's throat. Lovely.

This is completely and udder crazy-ness, and if I wasn't trapped here against my will, I wouldn't do it.

A knock comes to my door and I open it to see Alessandro leaning on my door frame. His arm holding him up as he looks down at me.

"Levi said this was your favorite." He holds out the knife I was trained with.

"This is so fucking stupid." I snatch it. I hold it tight against my palm and wish this was some sort of nightmare. I try to convince myself that none of this is real.

I pull my body inward as Alessandro reaches for me. Awkward.

"I know this is extreme. But it must be done. You've been a target for so long, and if they know you're as fragile as they think, believe me, they'll kill you. I'm not exaggerating."

I chose to ignore him and make my way past him. We go down the elevator and flashbacks of me practically jumping him hits me.

Man. I need him out of my head.

The door dings and he lands his hand on my back and tries to lead me. I make my way out of his grasp.

"Come on," He nods. We enter a little mud room area and he opens the door to the garage. In it houses two Ferraris a Lamborghini and a Audi.

"We're taking the Audi." He brushes past me.

My face dims and I clutch my knife closer. Don't get me wrong, it's not just a regular Audi. It's slim and thin, and has a black matte wrap around it. The wheels practically sparkle and the inside screams wealthy. I want to drag my knife between the seats.

"Save that enthusiasm for Mr. Payne." Alessandro smirks.

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We make it to a seemingly regular apartment. Situated it the suburbs, twenty minutes from the city, the apartment complex is a little dingy but comfortable. Children run rampant and on the balcony's, resident watch them as they cling onto the railing lazily.

"Hi Mr. Sandro! Thank you for the extension last week." A lady with blue hair walks past and waves a hand.

"Mr. Sandro." I raise my eyebrows and laugh.

"This way," His hand pushes on the small of my back.

We walk towards the back where a door with a code and too many locks beeps. Alessandro punches in a code, pulls three keys out, and finally the door opens. Instead of him letting me go first, he tells me to stand close and behind him.

My hand wraps around the knife in my pocket and my nose crinkles at the smell. Bleach, blood and sweat. I'm going to vomit.

"don't say a word." Alessandro stops abruptly.

I walk straight into his back and feel his hand slip around my torso.

"Sir." A tall man straightens when Alessandro walks through the entry. "He's in the chair. Exactly how you want him." His eyes tried to keep Alessandro's but he kept looking down or around.

Without saying thank you, Alessandro nods once and walks toward a dark and dingy door. There's rust on the siding and when opened a high squeak alerts whoever is inside.

Cried muffles escape a man as he's tied with rope to a chair. His legs tied to the base and arms around the back of the chair. He is littered in bruises and the worst is on his left eye. Puss oozes out of it and it screams a scarlet red color.

Alessandro looks down at him and analyzes his state. The man looks at him for mercy.

"You look better than expected." Alessandro tilts his head. He sighs. "More fun for me, I guess. What do you say?" Alessandro slips the cotton gag out of the man's mouth.

"Fuck you and your bitch." He tries to spit at Alessandro.

Alessandro dodges and only gets a bit on his jacket. He wipes it slowly and nods. His hand wraps around the man's neck so fast the chair scoots back and the man's veins practically pop out.

"Don't you ever. Disrespect me, or Elise. You hear me? You piece of shit." The man's face turns from red to reddish purples and I have to look away for minute.

"Elise, show him how much of a bitch you can be. Since he wants to call names." Alessandro instructs me.

My nails dig and I want to say no. I want to run away and never come back, but Alessandro said this man would kill me if I showed weakness.

I pull my knife out and with shaky cold hands, I draw around his face. Tracing small designs his face quivers.

Alessandro let's go and stuffs a dirty rag from the ground into his mouth.

"I specifically told your men not to traffic. We move drugs, not women. Your men want to be ignorant and not listen, then they pay the consequences. My one rule, and you don't listen. Elise finish this pathetic man."

The man chews on the rag and tries to spit it out. His head shaking in every direction and my knife trails down to the vein I have been training for. I look up to Alessandro with an agonizing gaze.

I'm begging him to tell me to stop but he doesn't and I want to look away but I have to show strength. I cut a small slit, not quite hitting the mark but causing him to gasp so loudly he looks like he is dying.

I hit it. The spot. And for a split second my heart leaps at the thought of hitting the wrong thing. But nope. Blood gushes out and his face begins turning and I can see the life disappear in his eyes.

I feel like sick. I run to where we entered and lean against the wall as I feel my body collapse. My lunch makes a reappearance and my vision is starting to turn black.

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YALL. if y'all hate this scene, i will def. take some set backs

i just didn't want this to be as weak as my book Grey's (no offense Violet...)