Chapter 3
We all look at each other for a minute and debate on what to do next.
"Look, I'm going to grab a change of clothes out of my car, I have more weapons hidden in there. If you wish to come and see, you may. But I am not going to stand here and wait for my sister to die. Because I smashed my phone, no doubt Mario will be furious that he cannot contact me and won't hesitate in killing her." I state, once again, venom leaking into my words as I grow impatient.
"Matthew, Vinny, go with her to her car to make sure nothing happens to her. Although, I'm pretty sure she'd kill anyone who touched her. Speaking of which, Rosalia, how many men have you killed?" He asks, staring at me.
"Too many to count. I lost track at age 17. I am now 22, so, you can imagine." I am furious at this point. He's wasting my time. I then exit the office, the two men following me as Cristiano makes more calls. I hastily walk to my car, unlocking it and popping the trunk. I grab a duffel bag out of the back seat that has clothes in it, then head to the trunk and pull out two more duffel bags which have my guns and ammo. I know, it's crazy to think I would have so many weapons, but hey, I am linked to the mafia. The two men take the two duffel bags from the trunk and watch me as I lock my car back up after grabbing a pack of smokes out of my middle consol. Then I feel a hand grab me and I automatically drop my duffel bag and draw my gun, pointing it at the person who grabbed me. I let out a sigh and holster my gun before grabbing Martin and pulling him into a hug. My baby brother, Marcys twin.
"Martin, what are you doing here? It's not safe. You know where to go when things aren't safe. Remember? You go to my house, and lock it down. I'm handling this. It's going to be okay." He starts shaking and i can tell he's crying. "Did you lock down the restaraunt?" I ask as I pull away from him, he nods. I sigh and pick up my duffel bag. I look at Matthew and Vinny before saying "Call Cristiano, ask him if it's okay to bring my brother up. Now, please. If they know about Marcy, they sure as hell know about her twin brother." I say to the two in a clipped tone before one of them calls Cristiano. I wait until they get off the phone, and they say it's fine for Martin to come up. We all head back into the club and straight for the office, my friends still haven't made it and i honestly don't care at this point. They probably thought I was a no show and left. When we make it into the office, I have Martin sit down.
I start going through my duffel bag and pull out a pair of black skinny jeans, a navy blue tank top, and my favorite black long sleeve shirt. I take the gun out of the holster and set it down before taking the strap off my leg. I take my heels off and pull on the jeans under my dress. I don't care if these men see my body. I slip the dress off and pull on the tank top before pulling on the long sleeve. I reach back in the duffel bag, pulling out a pair socks and putting them on before putting on the lace up navy blue combat boots. Once I'm finished dressing, I put the clothes I had been wearing in my duffel bag, grabbing my gun and putting it on my side. I turn around and see all the men in the room staring at me.
"Oh come on! Like you've never seen a woman change in front of you before!" I yell. I flip my head over, making my hair flip down over my head and gather it up before wrapping it up in a ponytail.
"Now, Martin, how many men were there?" I ask calmy, which these men haven't heard from me. I'm not a nice, warm, fuzzy person. I was raised to be the protector. Since my father died, all of the hits that were on his head, fell on mine.
"Th-th-three came into the restaraunt as w-we were closing." He responded quickly, intimidated by the men standing behind me.
"Okay, honey. Think. Did you see anyone else outside, as if guarding? Or simply waiting?" I ask him, with sympathy and love in my words, trying to sooth him but at the same time, get answers. I already know the men behind me are probably wondering where this caring person came from, but what can I say? I raised them basically. Mom died during the c-section, and dad died when they were 5.
"I-I think I s-saw two more m-men outside the d-d-doors and one m-more in an s-suv." I hate seeing him like this. I sigh and sit on the couch, pulling him into me, wrapping my arms around him. He started sobbing, and i felt terrible. I shouldn't have left early.
"Listen, Martin, baby, we're gonna get her back, okay? You won't be separated from her for long. Everything will be okay. I got this, since when have I let anyone hurt either of you? I have been taking care of you and Marcy since you two were five. I'm not going to stop now. But, I need you to be brave, okay? I am going to take you home, to my house, and once you are inside, you lock down. You know the drill, you put on the security alarm, you put in the code for emergency lock down, and then you go into my closet, find the keypad on the back wall, type in the code again, and go into the panic room that I set up for you two. I know it's gonna be scary, and you're going to worry, but I'll come get you once it's safe. Understand?" I lecture as I stroke his head, running my fingers through his hair. He doesn't answer me, so i push him back and look in his eyes and say more firmly, "Do you understand?"
"Y-y-yes, I un-unders-stand." He chokes out and i nod, letting him lay back in my lap. I look at the man in the room.
"Don't you judge me. I will do anything for these two. I raised them, they are my responsibility. Now, can we take him to my house and get him set up and safe then go after my sister?" I ask, my cold, clipped tone coming back.
"Damn. Didn't know she actually had a heart after the way she pointedly told us she would kill us earlier." One of them joked.
I glared at him before responding with venom in every word, "Do NOT test me right now, little man. I still have my gun. And I am not afraid to use it. I'm very highly trained. " i see a shiver run down his spine, his skin pales, and his eyes widen. I strike fear in a lot of people, so this is normal.
"Alright. Rosalia, we will leave your brother here, with some of my men to protect him. So, since i see you can strike fear in even the toughest of my men, let's get Martin here say up in my room upstairs."
