Kidnapped by the Mafia

Chapter 14

Word count 1260

Do you want to know what I find strange?

How can people be so two faced? One minute their fine and normal. Everything that's happening between you guys is fine... in a way. And then the next minute your branded.

My blood is dripping on the floor, and I'm too weak to do something about it. I can feel the warm wetness soak my stomach, sweatpants, everything, and all I can feel is the intense burning I can feel and hear my heart beat hard and slowly.

But they want to leave me in this state. They want to have me suffer through the pain. Theirs no nurse tending to my wounds, theirs no one seeking to find anything to stop the pain, or to again treat it. Their standing their discussing whatever it is their talking about, while I'm here trying so hard not to puke.

I look down and I can see my whole right side drenched in blood. My ears start ringing. Are they seriously just going to let me drain out?

Looking at the group of men huddled a few feet away from me, I make eye contact with hank. I can tell he's pissed. His muscles are bulged and I can feel his gaze on me every few seconds. When I look up at him his eyes soften.

Are you okay? He mouthed and I just gave him a weak shake of my head. My eyes well up. Does he even care?

I'm in so much pain I can barely breath and he is just standing their with the others. He don't care, if he did that would have never happened.

No one cares, I came to realise. My dad and troy never did anything to stop me from coming here. And who I thought were honestly my friends, aren't.

I bite my lip to keep from sobbing. I guess this is what I get for trusting people in the mafia. But what did I honestly exspect? Their murders. Everyone knows the stories, everyone knows what a mafia is.

And yet here I am to trust in people who would turn on me in a second to get their pay. And this just proved it. Antonio hurt me because he didn't get his share of the drugs, he took me from my father because of it.

And didn't he say this was only the beginning, and as much as I don't want to believe it I'm part of this wretched group. I bare the mark.

I wonder if it's the same thing that I saw on Hanks neck in the elevator the first time we met.

Closeing my eyes, because they got too blurry with tears I let them fall, not caring if the men in the room saw me cry and think I'm a pussy. I've had enough of the lies and frankly I'm so completely done with the hurt, emotionally, and physically.

"Heaven." I hear someone whisper. I look up and see Hank his eyes are filled with emotion. Anger, sadness, concern. Are all shinning through for me to see.

I know as a mafia member you have to learn hide your emotions. Its considered a sign of weakness, and the enemies can use it against you. Antonio's mother told me that and yet here Hank is with his emotions clear on his face.

When he said my name, he feels bad. He knows what I'm going through. More tears escape and I lean forward ignoring the pain and rest my head on his shoulder.

"It Hurts." I whisper to him. I think I tast blood in my mouth.

I feel him nod, and his arms snake around mine and undo the ties. With my arms free I cry out in pain as I move them. I'm suddenly more light headed then before and I lean forward and Hank catches me.

"Shhhh." He comforts me. "Lets go get you better."

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"Well it's nearly healed." The nurse smiles kindly at me.

Rolled my eyes at her. I knew it was almost better, I'm the one who has to look at it everyday. Every time I take a shower, get changed it flashes in my face of a friendly reminder or who did this to me, what I'm now apart of.

In all honesty I know deep down I shouldn't be a brat towards the nurse, but what can I say. Its irritating and it itches, ill point my attitude on whoever I want.

Mafia boss hasn't seen me since that basement show which was give or take a few weeks ago. The only people who visit are Asher, Hank and the nurses and doctors.

She pressed her lips in a line, bandaging up the wound and walked out. I put down my shirt with a sigh.

Getting off my bed I walked over to the window and looked out at the surrounding nature. I watched as the birds flew high in the sky, and the little creatures doing as they please filled me with dread.

It has been so long since I've been able to feel the wind blow against me. And me living in the city, everytime I'm in a pollution-free area I urn to go outside and sit in the sun.

I hear the door creak. "You know Hank, it would be nice to go a few hours with out Seeing your ugly face." I shot at him.

I really just want to be alone, relishing I'm my own personal thoughts.

"Good thing it's not him," the voice whispered. I stiffened.

"Antonio." My voice cracked and I wanted to punch myself in the face. I don't want him to know how much that little stunt hurt me. And not only physically.

"How are you angel?"

Fine, I wanted to say. In all actuality I was great! I was healing, I was surviving.

Its weired how much his betrayal hurts... but was it really betrayal? We were never really friends, we rarely got along fully. And yet here I am still shocked that he would brand me. I feel so animalistic. Animals get branded and I was just treated like one.

"I'm fine." I grounded out. I'm still looking outside, watching the wind move the leaves on the trees.

I feel a hand touch my waist. With out my permission I turn around and slap him as hard as I could. The sound echoing around the room.

His eyes look at me with shock, and then I was thrown against the wall. His body pinning mine against it. "Do it again." He threatened.

"You deserved that."

He stared at me for a while. He finally sighed breaking the tension.

"If you were anyone else your brain would be splattered all over the wall." He got closer and his lips brushed over my ear.

"But remember the plan is only thing keeping you alive. And I'm losing patients with you." His nails dig into my wrists making tears well up.

His large body towers over me and I swallow. He honestly is acting different, what happened to the perverted threats, now he's threatening my life.

How can he threaten somebody's life so easily? How am I going to be able to stand the new Antonio, I think before I even get use to it I'll end up in a body bag.

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Hey guys, sorry this chapter is super short, but I figured I should update soon.

I know this chapter is super bland.

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-Madison