His Girl

3 ~ Mafisoa d' Italia

Courtney's POV

I put all the stuff back in the basket and walk over to the mirror. I was still very pale. I looked at myself in these clothes. The white and red long sleeve top and red shorts with the fishnet stockings. I would of preferred longer pants, I thought as I looked at the back of my legs. I had pulled my long, straight, black hair into a loose fishtail braid on the side.

"Ciao? No noi non uccideremo lei ora!" I heard someone yell to someone else. (Translation: Hello? No we aren't going to kill her now.)

That's good to know. All those Italian classes paid off.

I hear a knock on the door. "Put your blindfold back on!" The Italian yells.

I sigh and pull the blindfold back over my eyes.

"Are you ready!?" He shouts, sounding impatient.

"Yeah." I quietly reply, taking another big sigh.

"If the blindfold isn't on, I'm not going to hesitate to shoot you!" He warns before the door opens and he walks in. I hear the floorboards creak as he approaches me. I feel him grab me around the waist before tightening my blindfold. He spins me around and grabs my wrists. He ties them tightly together in front of me with what felt like cable ties. He grabs me and puts me over his shoulder, before walking out of the bathroom.

I try following where we were going but I got lost after the second corner. Where are we going? What do these people want from me? Why am I here? Who are these people? I knew we weren't going back to my room. We had gone down three flights of stairs. Thoughts creep into my mind again.

Where the hell are we going? What does he want from me? Why is he being so nice to me? Is it a bad thing or a good thing? Should I try and talk to him?

I decide I need answers and I was going to get some.

I bite my lip and go for it. "Where are you taking me?" I hold my breathe as I wait for his reply.

"Shut up!" He snaps at me. "Femmine cazzo!" (Translation: Fucking females.)

I groan. Could that have gone any better!?

What seemed like an entirety later, he finally puts me down. I land on my feet but he pushes me down, so I sit on the cold floor.

I hear the floorboards creak as he walks around. What does he want from me? What is he going to do with me?  I hear a chair squeak in the corner and the sound of chair wheels going across floorboards.

"Ho la raggazza ed e' con me!" I heard him shout. I presumed he was on the phone as I haven't heard anyone else come in. (Translation: I have her with me.)

"Io sono il capo! Se voglio parlare con lei, ho intenzione di parlare con lei!" I heard him shout again. He sounds pissed, his gentle voice was completely gone. (Translation: I am the boss. If I want to talk to her, I'm going to talk to her.)

"Non domanda me! Appena ottenere lui giù qui!" He yells. I was scared now. What's going to happen to me? (Translation: Don't question me. Just get him down here.)

I heard footsteps come from behind me. Who just walked in?

"Là meglio essere un bene ragionare perché I sono giù qui!" I hear the familiar voice of the man that put me in my room. (Translation: There better be a good reason why I'm down here.)