Metanoia

Chapter 48

It's been three weeks since Darcy was taken and it's safe to say everything around here has gone to shit.

Me, Lorenzo, Alonzo and Santiago have been relentlessly trying to find her, sacrificing sleeping and eating to follow any lead no matter how small it is.

The others have been helping too but it's like they've completely shut down. Gabriele, Angelo and Dante have lost all hope, believing that there's no chance a person can be kidnapped three times and still come back home. They think we've used up all our good luck.

Whereas Luca has become resentful which is shocking because he's usually the optimistic one. He believes that this is all karma for the awful things we've done and the universe is punishing us by harming Darcy.

Arlo's just depressed, drinking alone in his room and ignoring everyone, only coming out when we've got a promising lead to follow.

I've been trying my hardest to stay together for Santiago's sake, we're her brothers but he loves her and that's his children in there. I can tell he's trying to distract himself by not giving himself a break but he's cracking. I walked in on him crying last night, I tried to tell him everything will be fine and we'll get her back but I don't know that.

As time goes by Darcy get's closer to her due date and the thought of her giving birth alone and scared in some prison somewhere makes my heart ache. She deserves to be here, with her family.

Me and Lorenzo sit silently in this office, awaiting a phone call from a boarder officer in Russia who we've bribed to help us. 

We knew as soon as it happened that it was the Russians, they're the only mafia stupid enough to insight a war with us. If it was a war they wanted that's what they've got because we've connected all our allies who are ready to attack on a moments notice.

We hacked cameras in our area to hunt down the licence plate numbers of each van that attacked us and gave it to the officer, who's checking if any matching plates have crossed the boarder.

The one thing that stumped us is that the vans didn't follow us from the house, they were stationed along the route to the restaurant. Nobody, not even our guards knew what restaurant we were going to so how did they?

The phone rings, causing Lorenzo to straighten up and immediately answer.

"We've got a match."

I sit patiently on the floor of this filthy cell, waiting for Sin to wake up. I've been trying to have a civilised conversation with her over the past couple of weeks but she refuses to be reasonable, throwing a tantrum every time I refuse to let her go.

If I knew she wasn't going to up and leave for those Italians I would be able to unshackle her but she's lost that privilege. 

I knew she was pregnant, the men I hired to watch her reported it back to me the second she started to show but what I didn't know is that the child she's bearing is fathered by Santiago Cruz, the son of the third biggest mafia in the world.

At first the baby was just a problem, one that could be solved with a few weeks of starvation or a particularly brutal beating. 

But now I see opportunity, a baby made by the heirs of the Spanish and Italian mafia and raised by the Russian mafia would be unstoppable. Until it's old enough to train I can use it as an incentive for Sin to follow my orders.

"Ah there she is," I smile at Sin who's just now waking up. She immediately rolls her eyes at me.

"Well no need to be disrespectful, I'm just here to talk." I explain. "Didn't you miss me?" I ask when she remains silent. The anger bubbles up in me as her rude behaviour irks me.

I stand up, storming over to her chair and firmly grabbing her chin in my hand. "Listen to me when I'm talking to you," I demand. "Don't worry I'm not going to kill you, I need you," I sigh when she recoils.

"It's hard not to worry when you have me tied up in a basement," She says sarcastically. I ignore her, deciding to now explain my plan for her so she has time to except it before it takes place.

"You see, at first I saw this as a opportunity for a farther-daughter relationship, but after much consideration I've decided that being husband and wife would be more mutually beneficial," I confidently explain.

She looks at me in disbelief, her mouth hanging slightly ajar.

"I will raise your child as my own and we will be the most power family in the world, we're set to be married in the upcoming week," I state.

"I will never ever marry you," She scoffs. I deliver a hard slap to her face in response to her blatant disrespect, the sound of my hand hitting her cheek reverberates through the empty cell.

"You will do as I say Sin," I remind her. "It's Darcy," She seethes. I chuckle, knowing I'll call her whatever I want. "Alright I'm going to let you calm down before I come back and discuss some arrangements with you," I tell her, heading towards the door.

"Wait," She says lowly. "Can you bring me some food, I need to eat," She pleads.

"No." I laugh, closing the cell door.