Heart

Chapter Thirty

Cause when I'd fight
You used to tell me I was brave
And if im dead to you
Why are you at the wake
- Taylor Swift

+ Daytona +

"Get the fuck off of me!" I screamed, thrashing around before being thrown onto the floor. The cold concrete immediately caused goosebumps to rise on my skin. I laid on my stomach before turning my head to see the guards laughing at me. I pulled at the rope around my hands, but couldn't get them off. There were too many layers. The basement smelled of sweat, and blood. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath and composing myself.

I can't let them win.

"You're quite popular in the underground." One of the guards spoke as he leaned against the wall and lit up his cigarette. I rolled my eyes, and clenched my jaw before pulling myself up and leaning against the cold wall. I felt my body stiffen when I looked into the corner of the basement I was in and saw a hunched over body.

"Oh! Should we unveil the surprise that Juan has for you?" He chuckled, walking over to me. His freshly lit cigarette in his hand before he pressed it to my bare shoulder. The burning sensation wasn't something i've never felt before, but, fuck did it hurt like a bitch. I bit the pain back, trying to not show emotions and let them win. The smell of my skin burning made me sick to my stomach. The ground of guys laughed before he stomped the cigarette onto the ground. He walked over to the limp body, grabbing the dark hair, and looking at me.

"Say hello to your mother, Sweetheart." The white shirt she was wearing had a dark red stain in the middle of it, where a hole was left. Her body lay lifeless in his hands. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I looked at my mothers dead body.

She did your family wrong, Daytona.

"You guys are going to be roommates, I hope you don't mind." A loud ring sounded out into the room, causing it to echo. I lifted my head slowly, and looked towards the phone that was ringing. I could feel my heart practically beat out of my chest, and the room felt colder once he picked up the phone.

"Of course. Should we take care of her? We won't kill her, that's your job, boss." The four boys gathered around in a circle, and stared at me. I felt my heart stop beating as the guy tucked his phone back into his pocket. They all looked at me with a sinister smile, before taking a step closer to me. I tried scooting further back, not getting that far with my feet tied.

"Boss said we could do whatever we pleased, and well, we know he had a go at you before." I felt my heart drop, as I stared at the men in front of me.

No. No. No.

"Don't worry, Darling, we will be better than he was." They chuckled, before I could feel my head being grabbed. I screamed loudly, thrashing before a ball of fabric was shoved into my mouth.

Not again.

Please.

Not again.

I will do anything.

+++

"Eat." A tray was slammed on the floor in front of me. I curled into the corner of the room further. The only thing covering my body was my underwear, bra and an oversized t-shirt that they gave me once they were done. The room was more cold now. The body in the corner was still laid there, as I stared at it. I looked down at the tray of food, and pinched my eyes shut more as I wrapped my arms around my knees. My body hurt, my legs hurt, and my throat hurt from screaming. The dried tear stains ran down my face.

I wish I was home with Dad.

My head felt light, and I felt dizzy. I knew my sugar was getting low, but did I really want to drink the juice in front of me, or just die and take the easy way out? Giving up is normally never in my headspace, or mind, but I feel numb. I feel like I don't have emotions. My body is accustomed to this feeling. I pushed the tray away, and the guard who stood by the door scoffed. I swallowed hard, the dryness of my throat making it burn. My hands were now chained up, my feet were still tied together.

"Leave." I heard a strict command. I didn't bother looking up. I recognized the voice. I recognized it from all of the pain it brought me. I felt a firm hand on my shoulder. I felt my body shiver in disgust before I looked up at Juan.

"Daytona... Daytona... Daytona..." He clicked his tongue, leaning down. He kneeled, his body level with mine. His breath stinks of alcohol, and his hands are rough as they touch my skin.

"What do you want?" I rasped, as best as I possibly could. I felt his thumb rub against my jawline. I felt my body freeze, his touch bringing back unwanted memories.

"My men seemed to enjoy you. I've been promising them that ever since Ali sold you to me." His voice was harsh, and his gaze was staring into me. I felt completely see through.

"I'm not an object." I held my chin high. He clenched his jaw, before roughly grabbing mine. I spit into his face, and watched his eyes quickly shut.

"I need the Swedish mafia." He wiped his face, before opening his eyes. I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

"The only way you're going to get it is when I'm dead, but even that will not work. I'm not the only person that owns it." I seethed, my anger pumping through my veins. He groaned in anger, standing to his feet and pacing the room.

"Why must you always make my job harder!?" He yelled in anger, running his hands through his hair. I closed my eyes, leaning my head against the wall.

"Maybe if you weren't such a fucking horrible mafia leader you'd be able to have an easier job." I spoke. I watched as his head snapped to mine, and I could see the anger flare in throughout his eyes.

"You wouldn't know a goddamn thing!" He yelled, his voice creating an echo in the basement. I yawned, closing my eyes as I leaned against the wall.

"Of course. It's not like I'm an assassin, or a mafia leader. You're so right, Juan. I wouldn't know a goddamn thing. I'm just some pathetic woman." I watched his face turn red, before he turned around and stormed out of the room.

I leaned my head back, feeling my hands shake. I could feel the tears as they welled up in my eyes, but I quickly brushed everything off, and held them back. I've already wasted enough tears in this place, I will not do it again. I need to hold myself together until Harley gets here, and then take down Juan and his mafia, before going after the next four men.

Klevis.

Nathan.

Ricardo.

Jeremy.

I would burn the world down to find them. And when I do find them, I will make sure they die a slow, and painful death.

Just how they deserve.