Prisoner to Mr. Mafia (Book 1 In PTMM Series)

Chapter: 8

~Murderers are not monsters, they're men. And that's the most frightening thing about them.~ Alice Sebold

Gia pov~

As we passed through the golden gates leading up to the Italian Estate, I felt a sense of relief, though I was still scared out of my mind.

Capo Basilio was infamous for his incapability to love. He respected his men and his family, and I was fairly certain he loved his sister. But did he ever show it? Not at all.

Well, not from what I had seen, and not from all the rumors circulating about him. So, I was pretty certain that whatever Yana and I were about to experience wouldn't be pleasant.

My heart raced faster as we neared the estate. Capo Basilio hadn't spoken a word to us during the entire car ride, nor had he looked at us or made any movements.

The entire journey had been shrouded in silence, for which I was grateful. Yana had the wisdom to keep her mouth shut as well.

Giovanni parked the van in front of the mansion, and Capo Basilio told Giovanni something in Italian, "Portarli al piano seminterrato. Non li lock-up." (Translation: Take them to the basement. Do not lock them up.)

Then Capo stepped out of the van and walked into his mansion. I exchanged a glance with Yana and shrugged, both of us unsure about what awaited us.

Giovanni opened the door, and two guards seized Yana and me, a sense of déjà vu washing over me.

"Yeah, yeah. We got it," Yana murmured, complying with the man's unrelenting grip.

They escorted us straight to the basement, where familiar faces we had come to know over the past week gazed at us with confusion.

All we could muster were small smiles before averting our eyes.

I hoped to extract some answers from the infamous Capo Basilio, to understand why he had brought us back.

We reached the same steel door, much like the one we had encountered on our first day, except this time, we knew what lay beyond it.

I took a deep breath just before the overpowering stench of death, blood, and sweat hit me. My nose cringed at the smell as we were pushed into the room and onto the same chairs as before.

I anticipated them locking us up as they had previously, but my confusion deepened when the two men stepped back from us and fell in line with the other two guards in the room.

I glanced at Yana, and she merely shrugged her shoulders.

Then, the door swung open, and I could sense his presence immediately. It was a cold, dominating presence that could instill fear in any human, especially in me.

He entered the room with purpose, tall and imposing, with his famous icy stare.

His guards loomed even taller, their feet spread slightly apart, arms folded in front, chins held high, mirroring their Capo's demeanor.

As he sauntered toward Yana and me, my heart raced. What did he have in store for us this time?

I had no clue, but I knew it wouldn't be pleasant.

His frigid blue eyes locked onto mine, and I found myself lost in their endless depths. I suddenly realized that he was towering over me, looking down.

Monster versus Prey.

"You never fail to confuse me, girls," he said in a rough tone.

I gulped audibly as he approached Yana, his gaze scrutinizing her face. It felt like an eternity before he took two steps back and positioned himself right between Yana and me.