CONSUMED By The Past | 18+ (Ongoing)

CHAPTER 9

MIA

Nightmare / Flashback

"I don't give a damn what you do with her," Don DeLuca's voice pierces through my foggy thoughts, his words like icy daggers, chilling me to the bone as I grapple with his sinister intentions. "Fuck her, beat the shit out of her, kill her. It doesn't matter to me."

Fear grips my stomach, twisting it until I can barely breathe.

"But she's Giana's daughter," Toni disputes, his voice wavering with uncertainty as he challenges his padre's claim.

"Non me ne frega un cazzo!" the Don's voice reverberates through the room, rumbling like thunder. "I want her the fuck out of Danté's life! For good!"{I don't give a fuck.}

"No worries, Don. We'll take care of her," Blade assures. A series of footsteps is heard, and then the sound of a door clicking shut.

"Vince, we can't do this to the Giana's daughter," Toni's voice echoes, pleading with concern. "She's like family to us."

"Your padre's given his orders. So it's done," he seethes.

"Even though Mia's a nobody, she means a lot to Danté. We can't do this to him," Toni utters, trying very hard to protect me.

"You don't need to be a part in this," Blade comments. "Vince and I will take care of her."

Oh my God, this can't be happening!

With Toni as my only hope, I exert every ounce of energy to pry my eyes open. "T-o-n-i," I plead, my voice cracking with desperation.

"Hey sleepyhead," he says in his gruff voice, staring down at me.

"P-Please," I beg, struggling to get up, but my head spins and my body feels limp, forcing me to collapse back onto the mattress. "D-Don't hurt me."

"How much did you fucking give her?" Toni demands, his voice dripping with hostility.

Blade chuckles and remarks, "Argh, it's just a mild sedative. I didn't shoot her up with the real deal yet, but she'll get a taste soon."

I've always harbored a deep resentment towards Blade for his sadistic tendencies, basking in harming others and getting them stoned.

"Please," I implore, my voice desperate and frantic, as I cling to my last shreds of hope.

"Zitto!" Vince growls, his voice husky from years of smoking and drinking. "Don DeLuca warned you to stay away from Dantè. Why the fuck did you sneak into his room?" {shut up}

"I-I wanted to s-surprise—" I stutter, but he interrupts me.

"Sporca puttanella," he hurls the insult, his voice filled with rage, as he strikes my face with a harsh slap, leaving a burning sting. "You came here to offer your cunt on a silver platter?" {filthy little whore}

As tears cascade down my cheeks, I manage to choke out, "No, non l'ho fatto, we're just friends, Signor Vince." {No, I didn't / Mr.}

"Enough!"

Toni lights a cigarette and takes a drag as he opens the bedroom door, muttering, "Once, Danté finds out—"

"Finds out what?" Danté's voice bursts into the room, and his eyes widen in surprise upon seeing me. Thank God. He rushes past the trio, making a beeline to where I'm lying. "What the fuck's going on here?"

"Blade, get that puttana out of here," Vince orders, gesturing towards me as he completely brushes off Danté's question. {whore}

"Get the hell out of my room," Danté yells angrily, but Blade responds with a menacing laugh and pays him no attention, casually strolling towards the bed.