I rest my head against the chair top, looking at the barren ceilings. im starving. Men only come in to tease me about my freedom, or even satisfy their disgusting horny needs.
Ive been counting the time for like 2 hours. I think ive been in here for like 2 days - maybe more.
A dripping pipe is annoying the FUCK OUT OF ME.
if only this could be stopped.
Valentino, if you even are looking for me please hurry.
Please.
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Valentino:
We arrive at the so called building, and immediately I can see its a setup.
"Robby." I say and turn to look at him, unloading my gun.
"Yes don?"
"Its a setup. "
"No its not shes in the basement with Romano."
I'm still shocked my brother was smart enough to use his brain and find a way to get to me.
Find a weakness.
She is my weakness.
"Check then. if you are so sure, robert, check." People are always trying to prove themselves right.
He and 2 men hurry to the door, spend about 10 seconds in there, then return. He scratches his head in defeat, silently congratulating me on my victory.
I need to find her. I can't stand her, but something inside me is compelling me.
Like a gut feeling.
If anything, I hate the way she makes me feel.
She's:
Impatient, bratty, stubborn, annoying, all things I wouldn't want in a woman, but yet, I still find myself attracted to her, the way I can make her make her feel ways no one else has - bad and good. The way she always finds herself running back to me, is what makes me feel so fucking nervous around her. I can't even perform basic mafia protocols anymore. Im always thinking
'Is Elizabeth safe?'. Im constantly asking people to check up on her.
Her lips, her hair, her eyes. God, her eyes.
Her eyes are like swirls of wonder, like stars in a milkyway, like happiness.
I think I really am starting to think I love her. Like not just a little bit, a lot. But, she can never love me. it's too dangerous. It's even more of me loving her.
One final weakness.
I don't know what I'd do without her anymore.
She's the only one who dare disagree with me and honestly, I kind of like it.
I'm tired of these lowlife bimbos.
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