The Mafia King

Chapter 54

Song for this chapter:

Run and Hide by Sabrina Carpenter

Rosalinda's POV

We had been locked in this cellar, well I didn't exactly know if it was a cellar, but it looked like it could of been an old wine cellar.

We had been locked here for over twenty four hours now at least, the time was going slowly. It felt as if we had been here for centuries.

My body was being held up by my arms, and they were aching so bad, my feet were resting on a wooden chair, it kept wobbling which made me panic every so often.

I didn't want my limbs to rip from my body. My clothes were wet from the condensation and mould that was dripping from the pipe I was tied to, and the ceiling.

Sometimes the pipe would get hotter and it would burn my back and up my arms, leaving my pale skin, no longer pale but red. It made me think it was a boiling pipe and they were turning the heat up the torture me.

I needed Justin more than I needed anything in the world right now, I wanted him to burst into this room. I wanted him to take me in his arms and then tell me it was going to be okay. I knew the slim chances of that happen were a million to one.

The only light we had in the room was the dim glimmer of a little candle that was lit on the wall.

And eventually that was going to burn out and leave us with nothing but darkness. I was happy to have Camilla trying to calm me down, I wouldn't of been able to keep up my strength without her.

"I didn't think I was going to die this young, I'm barely even twenty two. I'm only just getting accepted into some good job offers" I speak out into the room, me and Camilla tried to keep our sanity by talking to each other.

Camilla looked rough, her clothes were ripped from where she had been dragged, her make up was all over her face.

She had a split lip from where they had slammed her around in the van on the way here. But still she sat there looking strong, even with the bags under her eyes from not sleeping.

"You won't die, I'll make sure you won't die" Camilla tells me, trying to send me a reassuring smile you'd give a kid. Except I wasn't a kid and I knew better than anyone else I would die.

I knew Justin wouldn't be sleeping, I know my baby would be out there looking for me. And knowing him he wouldn't sleep until he found me and I was afraid that he never would.

"Tell me about your childhood" Camilla suddenly spoke up, trying to ease my mind and put it somewhere else. Not that my childhood was the best way to go.

"I don't really remember much of the good, my mother died when I was young, then my dad resorted to drugs and drinking so he's been in rehab for a few years. I write to him all the time but I don't think it goes through" I tell her, trying to think of one memory that made me happy.

"So you live with your grandparents" Camilla nodded putting the pieces together of my life. I nodded confirming that. Another thing that came to my mind, I would never see my grandparents again. All they would know is that I disappeared somewhere in Vegas.

"Did you ever want to go to university?" I ask Camilla taking the subject off of me.

"I wanted to do photography, you know before I got coaxed into joining a Mafia gang" she laughed, but it was only half hearted.

It reminded me of somebody else who is good at photography, Justin was good at it. He had that camera I had found in his office with all of the photos of me, and landscapes in Vegas. Some from when he had gone home to Canada and more.