Part 2
My head was pounding in the ground was cold. I sit up and take in my surroundings. The room is dark well tell you the truth it looks more like a cell very big cell The room is dark, well tell you the truth it looks more like a cell very big Cell. The walls are made of concrete in the door looked as if it were made of steel. The steel door opened and in walked a big buff man.
" Who are you and what do you want with me?" he laughed
"Do you truly not know who I am." I look at his features and, no waiting that can't be possible.
" you can't be him, he left town, it's not possible."
"I am Al Capone." He grabs my hand and takes me out the door. The area we were in was a wet one full of bootleggers and blind pigs. I even think I saw a few federal agents walking around here.[ if you don't know what this stuff is a blind pig is another name for an illegal bar]
Okay for those of you who don't know, Al Capone is like the gangster of all gangsters. The king of all kings, well in his world anyway, but you get my point. I looked down and realize our hands are still connected. He releases my hand and shoves me through a door similar to the first few doors we Passed. The room he shoved me in is larger than the original one Id been in. The bed was dusty and the room was full of cobwebs.
"you will do whatever anyone tells you to do and you don't have a choice, You're my property I own you" a man walked into my room and Al Capone walked out. He's right though this is my life now and I don't have a choice.
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Taken
Historical FictionHey guys so this is a history project I had to write. This short story is about a flapper kidnapped by Al Capone and his Gang. Thanks for giving this story a chance Love y'all Naya