Betrayed by Blood

Chapter 9

A week later

Adrianna's pov:

It has been a week since I got sentenced to hell. I've spent my seven days sitting by the small, barred window next to my bed, or taking walks with one of Rosso's guards. I feel claustrophobic in these walls, in this castle-like mansion. Each day at exactly 8:30 am, I get woken up by a brunette female who looks around 40, she brings me a fresh towel and new clothes and necessities, claiming that Rosso would "prefer me to be clean" as if it makes me any less of a prisoner. At 9:15 am, the same woman brings me downstairs to one of the many dining rooms for breakfast, which only consists of me and Rosso considering the table holds 24. We both sit at either head of the table and don't say a word to each other, I spare him glances whenever I feel his gaze lifted from me and back onto his morning paper or back towards his phone. At 10:00 am I am taken by a different guard, a man this time, who looks to be around my age, for a walk around the large grounds- each day taking me to a new place I never knew existed. I try to conceal my interest today when we walk through a beautiful garden of roses and other beautiful flowers I can't even name.

"What's your name?" I ask curiously.

No response.

"The least you could do is acknowledge me if you take me on a daily stroll like your dog. I'm going to be here a while I deserve to know information about the people who are holding me captive."

"Diego Laguardia," he says

"That's a nice name, Diego," I say taken aback that he answered me.

Our walk continues in silence, and eventually, we make it back inside the "reception" room.

The woman is already standing waiting for me and as I begin to walk forwards and up the stairs that eventually lead up to my cell, she speaks.

"Miss, Mr Romanos would like to meet you in his office."

I turn around with a silent huff and follow her through the winding hallways and corridors. We make it to Rosso's room and once again the door opens without the need for a knock. However, when we enter the man isn't anywhere to be found.

"Where is he then?" I say already fed up with this man.

"He will be here shortly miss, I must leave now," she says quickly before turning on her heel and speeding out of the office. Shortly after her exit, the doors shut again, leaving me in an apartment-sized office/library. If I wasn't here against my will I'd spend all of my waking days in this room, reading every book that lines the shelves. I walk carefully around the room, inspecting everything my eyes can find. The hundreds of centuries-old paintings, the books, the table in the centre.

I can't help myself but walk to the desk, the drawers calling out my name. I sit in the surprisingly comfortable chair and reach my hand to open the first. I hesitate, shake my head and open the first drawer.

I find nothing but glasses, pens, a notepad and dozens of business cards.

I open the second drawer. All i see is a draw of pistols and ammo. I slam that drawer shut and go to the third drawer.

It opens and inside are hundreds of files on people. I flick through and find one for each member of the Andrades mafia, even ones that have loose connections or aren't connected anymore. Who is this man and why does he need to know so much? I search for the one labelled as ADRIANNA ANDRADES and pick it up. I open the first page of the older. A picture of me sits in the top left corner, one I have never seen before, next to it states all personal information about me including my most common hang-out spots and most recent crimes.