"Dominic Romano. I've been expecting you." My voice is cold and dark. I stand in his bedroom. It's pitch black in here. My knife is cold against my hand. The gun strapped to my leg is calling me. I can't. He needs to suffer.
My husband was shot in f...
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"NOOOO!" I screamed as his body dropped to the floor. Tears ran down my face. My world cracked. My heart broke. The man I loved with my whole being is dead. How did I let this happen.
"Let the kids go," the leader of the group announced. "Take her away." He nodded in the opposite direction of my kids. What is happening? Where is he taking me?
It's been an hour now. I've been chained to the ceiling of this dark room. It's freezing in here. I hear a slight noise at the end of the hall. Somebody is coming.
"Hello darling." It's the man from earlier. "I realized I haven't introduced myself. I'm Orión." He held I knife in his hand.
"I don't care who you are. You are a dead man." I spit out. He smirks. More men walk into the room but they are pushing something that looks like a tv.
My shirt is cut from my body. He drags the knife along my torso. I make no reaction. I was raised being tortured. He pressed down harder. The knife was lifted from my skin. Then came the salt. He put it in all of the cuts. It hurt like hell. I maintained my straight face.
"Play the video." He instructed. His voice was clear of agitation. The men press play on a video. It's from an hour ago. It's Dante being shot in the head. A tear escaped my eye. "Now tell me where you put my supplies."
My eyebrows knit in confusion. Supplies? I have never done anything with their stuff. "What supplies?" He shakes his head. One man comes over and he had a bucket of water in his hand. He drenched me in the water. It was ice cold.
"Don't play dumb with me." He was frustrated. He hasn't even been doing this for probably thirty minutes and he was already angry. He took a taser and pressed it against my ribs. I clenched my teeth together. Fuck. Orion took a life and jabbed it into my thigh. The blade was serrated. He twisted and yanked it back out.
I let out a groan. "I don't know what you are talking about."
They played the video again. I was doused in water. He tased me. Cut me. They even ripped out my finger nails. I had cuts all over me at this point. My mouth was bloody from being punched. They have been going at this for hours. It was a cycle. Water, taser, knife. He kept going on and on about his supplies I stole.
They finally left and I was relieved. Being tortured for hours is unbearable. I could barely breathe. I watched Dante die so many times I think it might be the only thing I will ever see again. My eyes were droopy. I don't remember the last time I ate. I hope my kids are fine.
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Fuck. Dante is dead. Andy is kidnapped. Ivan is in a coma and almost died. Lucy is a wreck. Vera is trying to keep her under control. Andrew is struggling. It's been about three days since Dante died. That American guy is taking care of Andy's company for the time being. I don't know what condition she is in.
I'm scared. I barely sleep at night. I miss having Andy to stay up with me. When I was a kid, I would get to stay up and make cookies with her. Andy is the closest thing Ivan and I have had to a parent. I'm dealing with the Italian mafia guy. He is a pain in the ass.
"Listen Dominic, I don't care who you are I'm not giving away information about Andy's whereabouts. You could be the president and I still wouldn't tell you where she is." I took the day and decided to work at the office. I don't understand how Dante was friends with this guy. He has been talking to me for the past 15 minutes and I hate him.
He glared at me. Oh gosh I'm shaking in my boots. I'm so scared. "If you think trying to intimidate me is going work, you are mega wrong." He scoffs. What a stuck up.
"Kid just tell me where she is," he demands. Who does this bitch think he is? I stand from my chair, walk in front of him, and punch him in the face. That felt so good.
"Fuck off." I walk away. I feel amazing. I get to my car and drive back home. Hopefully Vera has news on Andy.
...one week later...
Everyone is starting to doubt that Andy is still alive. Aleksander came over last night to "give us the talk". This bitch tried to make us cope with Andy being dead. If he really knew Andy he wouldn't be opening his fat mouth.
Ivan isn't doing very good. He got an infection and the doctors are worried about him not being able to wake up. He has to wake up. I need him. I keep telling myself that Andy is alive, but if she isn't I need Ivan.
"Hey sweet pea," Vera comes into the gym. She rarely calls us by our real names. Most of the time she shortens them. I often get called 'Nat' or 'Talia'. Lucy gets called flower though. Then we call Andrew drew. In all honesty I have no idea why we call Lucy flower.
"Any word on Andy?" I have hope in my chest she is coming home. The look on Vera's face tells me she has nothing. How long is this going to take?
...two months later...
We had a funeral for Dante a month ago. People are trying to get me to declare Andy dead. Ivan was finally able to get off of the ventilator. He should come home in a week or so.
Aleksander and his team were able to find the warehouse Dante was killed in. There was no trace of Andy anywhere. I'm starting to believe everybody. What if she really is dead? My big sister dead. I don't know if I can really handle that.
"Drew can you take me to the mall?" Lucy comes walking into the dining room where we were doing a puzzle. It's became a new hobbies for him and I.
"Sure. Wanna come Nat?" Andrew gets up from his seat. Why not? I grab a sweatshirt and head to his car.
We spent hours at the mall. I have no clue how much money we spent. When we get out of the car, I notice a figure standing in front of the door. "Mom?" Andrew says. I get closer. It's Andy. She's alive. Oh my fucking god. I knew it.
"Hey baby." Her voice was weak. Andrew goes in to hug her and she passes out. Once I get a good look at her she is terrible looking. She is really scrawny, and pale.
"Lucy find Vera and call 911." Drew commands. Lucy runs into the house. Andrew take Andy's pulse. "I can't find a pulse." He is panicked. I can hear his rapid breathing. I quickly start cpr. Don't fucking down on me Andy. I can't have you leave now. Please
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This felt like a bad chapter. It's took days for me to finally finish writing it. I kinda hate it. Anyways I hope you like Natalia's pov. Kiss kiss
