Good Cop Gone Bad ~ Rewritten

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•Aria Rossi•

        I have no idea who these women are. I went into the restroom to do my business, then saw my bow was crooked so I took it off then they forced me into this tunnel, covering my mouth and nose with a cloth that I am pretty sure was meant to be chloroform but it didn't work. I was always taught in my job that if I was being taken away, leave a trace.
The women didn't notice that I dropped my bow at the entrance of the tunnel, and I dropped my wedding band at the exit.
I know Matteo is going to find me anytime soon. I know he will save me but I am scared. What if he doesn't save me in time? I can fight. Easily. I did it for years it is what I was trained for but I don't know who these women are, how strong they are, there are three of them. I don't think I should antagonize them when I could potentially put myself and my babies in more danger.
They bring me to this room, which is so unnecessarily bright it is making my head hurt. But then I notice a board with pictures of me plastered all over it, letters, screenshots of posts of me, dating back to when Matteo and I were first dating and the latest one was yesterday. I could tell because of the outfit.
They have been planning this for months. I have had some people stalking me for months.
"Who are you?" I ask the woman in front of me.
She looks at me, a slight psychotic look in her eyes, "I am the woman whose life you ruined, I got stuck with the miserable pathetic husband who makes one bad decision after another and you got the king," she starts dramatically, screaming, getting in my face, sighing, "The perfect man, the man capable of loving! And now you are having his kid? You are a nobody from god knows where and I come from one of the most prestigious families in all of Italy. He is basically Italian royalty and I was supposed to be the one by his side! Not you!" she says, smacking me across the face.
They now have me tied to a chair. One of them is standing in front of the board of my pictures, using it as a knife throwing board.
The other one that just yelled at me is holding a knife in front of me. "And now I was finally accepting the life I had. Maybe it was not so bad, the DeMarco family, but then your stupid husband decided to kill them all! They betrayed him, they lied, they stalked you, they killed his father, and now they're dead because they are idiots who can't do anything right. Not even betrayal. They know all the loopholes, it was an inside job and they still could not pull it off." she says angrily, twisting the knife, the end of it on the arm of the chair, right next to my arm.
        They killed papà?
The final one comes up to us, "Do you think they will find us here?" she asks the one in front of me.
She shakes her head, "Her stupid husband probably has not noticed she is missing," she says, pressing the knife to my neck. I flinch, trying to pull back.
I just need my babies to survive and be okay. I need to be okay for them, I need to be there for them, they need me and Matteo.
"We need to sedate her," the one throwing knifes at my pictures says, "She is defensive, especially since she is pregnant. Sedate her and you can do whatever you want." she suggests.
"Good idea," she squeals, reaching over to a box on the floor and pulling out a syringe along with a small glass bottle.
In an attempt to fully empty the tiny glass bottle, it shatters, glass shards falling and one landing on my leg, going straight through my skirt and penetrating the skin of my leg.
I wince at the pain and look down to see a little bit of blood seep through the fabric of my skirt.
They all giggle, "This one will be fun," she taunts, sticking the needle into my neck.

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•Matteo Rossi•

"It is a thirty minute drive," Aless says to me as he gets into the car.
"Not with me driving," I say, getting into the drivers seat. I turn on the car, then speed off, not allowing anyone else the chance to get in.
There is no chance I am letting these insane women take away my Aria. They are crazy to even think they will survive after laying a single finger on her.
We get to the place in twenty minutes, maybe less. It is a very run down building, so disgusting from the outside.
I hear these disgusting laughs coming from inside and I want to shoot whoever is in there.
We walk up, a gun in my hand and another in Aless'. The guards behind us follow, but I get to the door first, immediately kicking it down by breaking the knob.
The ear shattering giggles stop and they all turn to me. I see my Aria tied to a chair, her head hanging back as if she is knocked out, her face looks red and irritated as if it had been hit.
One of them has an empty syringe in her hand, the other two knives.
When they see us, one of the ones with a knife goes up to Aria, holding it to her neck.
"Shoot, and she dies. Her and the baby." She says, a stupid evil smirk on her face.
"Why the fuck are you doing this?" Aless screams as I notice the board on the other side of the room.
It is covered in surveillance photos of her. From before we were even dating. Letters, screenshots, everything. They have been stalking her for months. How did we not notice?
"You and I could have been happy together!" she screams, sounding hysterical, almost crying.
I cannot focus on her as I see Allegra and the other guards with their guns pointed at her from outside the building by the windows, but on the other side, behind them where they are not visible to these women.
I signal Allegra to shoot when she has the shot and she nods.
I keep the psychotic woman talking until the glass of the window shatters as the bullet penetrates it, then the head of the woman holding a knife to my wife's neck.
        As the knife drops, it nicks my wife's skin, a small amount of blood pouring from the front of her throat. I want to fucking shoot myself for this happening at all. I should have gone with her, been here sooner, anything.
I see more blood on Aria's leg from another cut and groan. The other two look confused after hearing the gunshots and try to run to Aria, but are shot and fall to the ground.
I run to my wife, untying her and picking her up. "Please wake up, sweetheart," I say to her, now that the adrenaline was wearing off and those women were shot, I was in tears.
There is no way I am losing her. Not now, not ever. Her or our babies.

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short chapter but i am making a huge order right now and my BACK HURTS SO BAD 😣

AND why is this dance moms obsession getting the best of me this summer break. not just that but criminal minds omfg i need to go touch some grass or something. i do have trips planned but those aren't for a WHILE 😭

anyways bye bye goodnight

~elle 🌸