Mafia Prisoner

Ch. 4 - Then it Was Over

Vivian POV

I didn't know the exact time but I knew it had been almost 24 hours. Not one person came to see me. I didn't move much and my stomach was in too many knots to care about the hunger there. All I could do was pray tonight I didn't get tossed around between these men.

The silence was driving me crazy. I could hear a pin drop down here. I didn't want any of those men to come back down, but I also didn't want to stay here forever.

Then it started. First a few gunshots, then the screaming. I don't know how long it went on for until the basement door burst open. I could still hear fighting upstairs, but my eyes were glued on Tommy.

He was covered in blood, cursing at the sight of me. He was speaking to me but nothing was registering. Why was he here? Did he come looking for me? How did he find me?

"Baby, are you ok?" He asked, cupping my cheek. I nodded my head with tears streaming down my face. I couldn't find the ability to speak a word.

Tommy's phone began ringing and he answered with one hand while the other wrapped around me.

"Niko, I need you here... I don't fucking care... there are more men than I thought." I wasn't sure what was happening, but I knew his cousin was not happy about him rescuing me. Did Niko want me to rot down here? Maybe he just wanted the police to handle it?

"Vivian, I need you to go with Paul and do exactly what he tells you." Tommy ordered softly to me. I shook my head yes, still stuck half between this world and my shocked mental state.

Paul's hand came to my back, guiding me away from Tommy. My hand quickly grabbed his shirt. "Where are you going?" I asked.

"To finish this. No one threatens my family. Go with Paul!" His eyes grew darker, becoming that man I didn't like. Tommy definitely had a Jekyll and Hyde personality.

Tommy kissed my forehead then ran upstairs. Paul waited a few moments before guiding me after him. "Are you ok, V? Does anywhere hurt?" Paul was taller than Tommy and even more built than him.

"I'm ok and everywhere hurts." My eyes looked into his deep brown ones and I saw my friend filled with concern for me. "I'm not sure what is happening, Paul, but I'm ok. Thank you!" I gave him a small smile and let him bring me out of the basement.

I gasped in horror at the sight before me. Dozens of men laid dead and dismembered over the once beautiful Italian marble floors. Who did this?

"Don't look V!" Paul pulled my head into his chest and continued to walk me out of the room.

As we entered the entry way the front door busted open with a dozen men that immediately opened fire. Paul quickly shielded my body with his then threw us behind the wall. My body instantly started shaking again.

"Paul, what is happening?" I cried. I was trying to keep it together, but there was a fucking war going on, and I was somehow in the middle of it.

"Shhh, we need to hide you." Paul words were strangled as he spoke. My eyes traced his body and he had two bullet wounds bleeding out.

"Fuck Paul, you've been shot."

"I'm ok. Let's move." Somehow he stood, then lifted me up. One arm wrapped around me as he held me behind his body and his other held out a gun. Why did he have a gun?

We made it upstairs unnoticed but I caught a glimpse of the man I thought I loved. He was down there in the war zone, brutally killing one man after the other. His body was showered in blood and his eyes had a darkness I never knew could exist in any human before.