"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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(Sorry to go back again, but I wanted to show Andy's part and what happened to her)
Three days. Three straight days. They have been torturing me. I have been whipped, beaten, almost drowned, electrocuted, tased, stabbed, raped, and salt put in my wounds. I can feel my body slowing declining. I can't let that happen. I need to get back to my kids.
"Good morning Andy, ready for our next round?" Orion has an evil smirk almost constantly on his face. I've been forced to watch the tape of Dante being killed so many times. He shows it every time I don't say something he likes. Which is pretty much everything i say.
"Fuck off." My voice is hoarse. I haven't eaten in days. I'm kinda glad about that. If I had eaten I probably would have thrown up. My poor tattoos are mostly ruined. Not the only one I care about right now though. Dante's name on my middle finger. It's the only part I have left of him. I remember the day I got it.
...flashback...
"Are you sure you want it?" My tattoo artist has asked me this about 15 times now.
"Yes, we are engaged. I want his name on me." Dante and I are going to have an interesting wedding. He is going to invite his only living family (the leader on the Spanish mafia), and I have my 'family' coming for me. It contains My kids, my siblings, Vera, and a few on my friends.
"Ok babes." She starts the tattoo. I'm excited. I didn't want it super big and noticeable mostly because I want cool tattoos to cover up other part of me. He can have my hand.
It's about another 20 before she is done. It's so cute and tiny. I love it. I give her a big tip and head home. Dante is in the bedroom when I get there. "Baby I have surprise for you," I tell him in an excited voice. It was kinda funny.
"Oh I have in for you too." He says. I wonder what his could be.
I show his the tattoo. He loves it. "Ok now my surprise." He takes off his shirt. My eyes find his chest. Oh. My. God. He got my name tattooed in big bold letters on his chest. I didn't think I could love this man anymore. But holy fuck.
...back to now...
I held a straight face for the torture. I think they are running out of ways to torture me without killing me. I have lost a lot of blood now. I can tell that I'm super pale and sickly looking. I don't know how much more they are going to do to me.
...one week later...
I've lost time. Days drag by. Cold. Dark. Pain. That is all that surrounds me. My body aches. I have broken bones. No one would ever know what happened to me. They gave me a phone yesterday. I was forced to call Dominic and tell him to stop searching for me. How long have I been gone?
"Good morning Andy, ready for the day?" Orion has made it his absolute mission to say this every single day. I groan. I think I've lost my voice. I scream in pain as a crack rips through the air, and the whip is brought down on my back.
"Now you know by now what my question is." His voice angers me. I still don't know what he wants from me.
"I don't know anything." And the torture starts again.
...two months later...
I want to give up. I want to give up so bad. But I have to get out. My kids need me. With every strike of the whip, I scream in pain. I can't do this anymore. Orion drags the knife along my torso. He stabs me in the arm. I scream. Another man pours salt into my wounds. I'm done. I've finally remembered what happened to the things they had wanted. They had showed the video a few times again.
"STOP! STOP! PLEASE! I'll tell you what happens to your drugs!" I cry out. A man drenched me in ice cold water.
"Finally, after two months."
"The Italians. When I was working the gig about being a stripper and fake drug dealer, they took it from me. They threatened my life. I gave it to them. I don't know what they did after that." I tell truthfully. Orion nods his head. Someone came up behind me and tased me.
"Tell me now. Why did you have my daughter murdered then?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Your daughter?" I say. My voice was full of pain
"Two years ago you had her killed. It was apparently a mission from the Spanish mafia." He states. He held a knife under my chin.
"They had taken my kids. I was told if I didn't set that explosion in her apartment, they would kill them. I couldn't loose my kids. I didn't know she was a kid. I found out after the fact. I had sat outside the building to make sure the job was complete. She came home and I saw she was just about a year older than my little brother. It was too late when I tried to stop her." Had had tears down my face.
It was all true. It was soon after I had joined an attack team for the Spanish mafia. It was my point for saying I was really wanting to join. I did the mission. Then I didn't eat for days. I didn't get out of my bed. Dante had to help me get around when I finally broke out of my depressive episode. Orion turned away.
This is your only chance. Take it. I had found out last night how to get out of the chains. I slip out of them. I grab the gun from the back of Orion's pants. I shot everyone in the room before he could stop me. I limp to the door. I step outside and I am met with Dominic. He came for me.
"Dommy?" I throw a my arms around him. I let out a sob."Thanks for being my hero, partially. If we leave now, back up won't get here for an hour. They are two cities over."
"Andy, hold on," he takes my face in his hands. He took off his shirt and put it on me. "There. Now I'm going to carry you because you can barely walk." He carries me all the way to the car.
"Dommy, thank you." I whispers while sitting in his lap. I rest my head against his chest. I fell asleep. I wake back up when he gets out of the car. Fuck no. No. I can't. It was a plane. He wanted to get me on a plane I was not doing that.
"Dommy no. I can't do that. I can't fly don't make me please. Sedate me if you have to, but I'm not getting on that plane." I was gripping his shirt in my fist.
"Honey what's wrong?" He says calmly.
"I can't fly. That's how my parents died. Those men flew me here, and raped me. Please don't make me fly without sedating me." I had tears down my cheeks.
"Ok princess, we can sit in the car until you fall asleep ok?" I nods my head. A woman comes over and gives me a sedative. I fall asleep quickly. After that I don't remember anything. I just want to be home.
...the next day back in New York...
"Dominic Romano, I'm going home. You can drop me off, or you can watch me walk there." I demand. I was drained. I want to go home. My kids need me.
"Fine, I will drop you off. Text me. Make sure you go to the hospital. You need to be checked out." He grabs keys and takes me home. I went to get out of the car, but he grabs my arm. I don't let him see me wince. "Promise you will get checked out." His voice was concerned.
"I promise." I kiss his cheek and head in through the garage. I felt light headed. I am going to pass out.
"Mom?" I hear Andrew from behind me. Nat gets closer. I turned around.
"Hey baby." My voice was weak. Andrew goes in to hug me, but i pass out. Fuck.
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So here it is from Andy's POV. It was probably bad but that's ok. Anyways kiss kiss
