Captured - Mafia (NSFW)

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Isabella

"Ci ucciderà, testa di cazzo!" I hear a muffled voice. My head throbs and It feels like my guts are on fire. Surely I must have either hit my head or that alcohol was strong.

"Lei ci ha visto, Nico." the voices get louder. I open my eyes, only for them to be met with a strong white light. A groan releases from my mouth when I  look around. The room I'm in is dark, like a basement. Tools are scattered throughout the tables on my side and blood marks stain the walls.

I quickly realised that I'm strapped to a chair, my arms are tied to the chair and so are my legs. I try to move but it's no use.

Don't panic.
Don't panic.
Don't panic.

"You're awake." a heavy italian accent coming from behind me makes my heart drop. Two men come infront of me. It's them, though up close they seem...different. Scarier, but I'm intrigued.

"Let me go." I say through gritted teeth.
"No can't do darling." One of them says, with an italian accent but not as harsh as the others. This one, he's tall, has icy blue eyes and light brown hair that's in the form of a buzz cut. Typical young adult Italian. On the other hand, the other guy is a tad bit shorter. He has dark hair, dark low set eyebrows and prince charming hair.

"Now we might just have to kill you." the buzz cut says as he lowers his body to be on my level. I notice his icy blue eyes travel up and down my body.

"Carina...per un americano" he says and they both laugh. The other guy rest' his chin on his hand and tilts it to look at me. His hazel eyes and dark complexion show true italian elements.
"Dio, è troppo carina per essere uccisa. Scommetto che gli piacerebbe lei." he says.

They both laugh, I can't stand it.
"Perché, è abituato ad avere a che fare con le puttane?" I ask sarcastically.
They both turn, the smiles are now gone and I can feel the buzz cuts temper slowly starting to loose.

"Attento, troppe parole e quella lingua può essere strappata via." the buzz cut says, his tone hot but scary.
I take a deep breath in and lower my eyes from theirs.

"I'm half Italian, though my italian is very bad." I say still not looking at them.
"Nico, bring her some water. She's still drunk." The buzzcut says and Nico obliged. As soon as he went away the buzz cut took out his phone.

"What's your name?" I ask, better know the name of the person who's gonna kill me. He takes a step closer to me.
"Lorenzo. Any more questions, volpe?"
"Who's 'he'?" Lorenzo gets closer.
"You'll find out." he says and smirks only to get back to calling someone.

You'll find out.

As he speaks on the phone I hear something like : A girl, hostage, Italian-American, early 20s etc.
And I'm curious to see or know who he
is. Though my curiousness is getting the best to me, I need to focus on something else. Getting the fuck out of here.

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"Can I call someone?" I ask.
"What the fuck? No you can't call someone, we're holding you hostage not arresting you!" Nico says and I just roll my eyes. Its been thirty minutes and both of them are sitting infront of me.
God, they're both hot but I can't let that get to me.

"Who was that? The guy you killed, I mean." I ask and Lorenzo just rolls his eyes and looks at his phone.
"You ask too many questions, volpe." Lorenzo says, and I kid you not, Nicos eyes almost pop out of his skull.

"Lorenzo."
"Nico."
"Smettila." Nico says and Lorenzo gives him a confused look.
"Se c'è uno di noi che dovrebbe fermarsi, dovresti essere tu." Lorenzo replies and I can see that Nico is just as lost and confused.

"Che cazzo vuoi dire?" Nico raises his tone. I can understand some of the words, yet not all.
"Non comportarti da stupido. Stai sbavando su di lei." Lorenzo says and they both continue arguing as if they're children.

"I need to go to the bathroom." I shout.
They both stop arguing and look at me.
Lorenzo scoffs and gets out of his chair.
He steps close to me and starts uniting me. God those eyes. Why do italian men have such pretty eyes?

Stop it.
Stop it.
Stop it.

"Up." he says and I get up looking at him with furrowed eyebrows.
Lorenzo turns me around and grabs both of my wrists with just one hand.
"Walk." he commands and I do.

I do as he says and we walk towards the bathroom. He stands right outside as I go in. The first thing I do is look for a window. Lucky me, there is one.
I try to open it up but its locked so i search for anything in the cabinets.

"What's taking so long?" he asks.
"Sorry...just a bad bladder!" I say.
I finally find a key and open the window up as much as possible.
"Look I'm coming in!" he shouts and I jump out of that window like a cheetah.

Thank god it's a one story building.
I look around and run as fast as I can.
If I run as fast as I can they won't catch me. It is only when I hear two pairs of feet behind me that I get scared.
I turn my head and see Lorenzo and Nico right behind me.

SHIT!
SHIT!
SHIT!

Then something happens. They stop.
I laugh looking at them.
"Hah that's it?" I shout and smile.
But oh my god, as soon as I turn my head I realise why they've stopped.
Only two inches away from my forehead stands a big chest.

I take a step back to see a tall figure, a tad bit taller than Lorenzo, standing in front of me. My eyes widen at the man standing in front of me.

"Hello there, you must be Isabella. My name is Vittorio." he says in a good american accent which drops the second he says his own name.

Fuck my life.
Fuck my life.
Fuck my life.