Carmen DeLuca grew up in an abusive with her father abusing her almost every day she always wanted to be free and live a peaceful life alone far from her family only for her to be deprived from it.
Ace Russo a tall sexy ruthless Italian mafia boss w...
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I scramble away from the door, and blindly walk towards a corner, the only place where I will be able to feel the slightest bit safe.
Once I know I'm in the corner of the cell, I slide down the walls and crumble into a mess, letting out loud cries which echo around the cellar.
Why is this happening? Why me? What have I done to deserve this?
I'm going to die down here, all alone, and no one will ever find my body or know what happened to me.
It's so cold down here, and I'm only wearing my floral dress I feel the darkness all over me, and it's terrifying. This is my worst nightmare.
I bury my head into my lap and cry.
He doesn't think straight when he is mad, I carried on crying as the rotten smell of blood still filled my nostrils there were bugs everywhere and cockroaches crawling on me, Was this my destiny.
"Hello, are you okay did he hurt you" I heard someone call out from the other side of the cell further down the cellar.
"H-hello" I called out in between my tears my heart in my throat.
" Why did he lock you up here he usually doesn't harm woman. who are you." he asked with a slight strain in his voice
"My name is Carmen DeLuca I-I'm his wife I married him as part of a business deal between him and father and I hate him so much, A-and T-today I just came here in Rome it's my first time being in this house and as I was walking around I saw a door that was different compared to the rest and I opened it, Next thing I find a letter I wasn't supposed to see or read and he found me now I'm down here for being a burden in his life and snooping through his private stuff"
"What do you think he is going to do to me" I asked
"I don't know" he whispered back
"What did he do to you?" Once again there is a deafening silence that lasts for so long, I fear that I may have asked a terrible question that I might just not want to know the answer to.
"He cut off my hand and 3 of my fingers"
I let out a wail which rips at my throat.
My skin is cold to the touch, and as much as I try to wrap my arms around myself, I can only feel the cold, damp air stained within the cellar. I don't know how I'm going to spend five minutes here, let alone two days.
Besides my ragged breath, everything is silent. It's like no one dares to make even the slightest of movement, like everyone fears what will happen if they do. "Ace Russo. But I'm guessing you already knew that." He speaks. The man's voice is laced with a thick British accent, and he sounds young. "He's doing this because we owe him something, because he's a bad person."
Confusion washes over me. I don't owe Ace anything, I didn't even know who he was until the day father told me I was to marry him. "I don't owe him anything It's all just business." I say, anger present within my voice.
