Courtney's POV
The room went silent. Why did I say that!? I should have kept it plain and simple. I shouldn't have yelled. I shouldn't of given them attitude. Should I try and say something? Should I apologise? Just I was opening my mouth, Luca spoke up.
"Well Brody sure keeps a lot from his girlfriend."
It all clicked in. Everything fell into place. Everything was making sense. The last pieces of the puzzle were falling together. Or so I thought.
I try to get up but I was pushed back down into the seat. Come on Courtney, just say it. You can do it!
"And you sure keep a lot from me." I mumble. I wasn't sure if anyone heard me. The room was silent. I was about to repeat myself but Luca speaks up again.
"But we hardly know you and we don't have anything to hide."
I was furious. "So being the Italian Mafia is 'nothing to hide'?" I ask, trying to sound serious.
The room was silent again, till the Italian spoke.
"We aren't the Italian Mafia....? What makes you think that?"
"Io chiamata cazzate!" I spit angrily. "Lo ho sentito il tuo conversazionei!" (Translation: I call bullshit! I've heard your conversations.)
I wish I didn't have the blindfold on. I would love to see their faces right now! I half chuckled to myself, imagining them.
"Alright maybe we are." The Italian spoke, cautiously. "But we don't have any connections to you. You're just some random girl who witnessed Brody's murder."
"Oh really!?" I spit back. "So being Luca's sister is 'some random girl' to you?"
"I don't have a sister." Luca spoke, confidently. "I don't have any family."
"Really!?" I spoke angrily. How can he just pretend I don't exist! "Then why do we share the same last name!"
"But we don't." Luca replies. The confusion in his voice, made me think he was actually serious. "My last name is Andrews. And I'm Italian not South African."
What!? No! He's my brother! I recognised his voice! I recognised his touch. He was my brother!
"Yeah, nice try. No one is going to get you out of here." The Italian spoke.
My confident dropped. Tears filled my eyes again. They starts to falling down my face and run down my cheeks. Junior is right, I'm a piece of shit, that needs to erased from this planet. I just need to be disciplined and removed. They just need to kill me!
I begin sobbing. I try to control myself, but I just get louder.
"Are, are you going to kill me?" I finally managed to ask.
The silence in the room was painful long. I heard a big sigh from Luca. Was he really my brother or was I just thinking it was him?
The Italian finally spoke. "Probably not. We don't have any reason to kill you."
My heart shatters. What was he going to do with me? What if I gave him a reason? What if I just did it myself?
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His Girl
Romance| First book in "His" series | "I'm really sorry, but you're going to have to stay here for the next couple of months. But trust me, no one is going to hurt you when you're here." My kidnapper says, gently. "Trust! Trust you!? How can I trust you...
