Scars Left By Memories - Book II

Misunderstanding

Five-Fifteen PM

"Sage come on. We don't have the much time. Just get up and things will be done quickly." Alessandro says.

"Can't you give me at least fifteen more minutes?" I reply. Trying to hold off some time. Alessandro shook his head.

"No you father is returning in twenty minutes. We have to do this now." Alessandro says pulling on my wrist.

I stood up, planning reaching for the screwdriver that had rested in my vanity drawer. I wrapped my grip away from him. Reaching for the drawer.

But his arms wrapped around my stomach tugging me back as he dragged me out of the room. I reached for my doorknob. Gripping onto the knob for as long as I could. But he reaches down prying my fingers off.

"Stop! Alessandro come on!" I screamed, but nobody could hear except Alessandro. Which he didn't seem to pay attention one bit.

"It's for the best. You will be embroidered and be recognized as us." Alessandro says. I see us going down flights of stairs.

Tears started slowly flowing down my cheek. As Alessandro and I had reached the room. There was two windows covered by curtains. He puts me onto the ground, as I tried to rush past him.

He grabs a rope, shoving my right wrist against the pipe. Tying my wrist. It was not loose. It was rather too tight. To the point where I could feel the rope seeping into my skin.

"I will do it quick. But the iron will probably take five to ten minutes to heat up. Don't worry. It will be painless. I have one my back. At first it hurt and now it make me feel like I have power." Alessandro describes.

"Thanks for the support." I replied quietly to distract myself from the pain and tell myself, that this won't be bad. I hope.

Francisco
One Hour Before

"I have chosen you six of you, because I believe you guys will do the best. Also because you have chosen to sacrifice yourself to help us. I am grateful for all of you." Martinez says standing upon us on the dining table. "We have Kimberly who was formerly at the Russian's estate."

"Now everyone has their roles. We have three pairs of you partnered up. So please remember the roles and when Jo and Kimberly call you through the walkie-talkies. That means go. Don't just go on your own." I explain.

"Now are we ready to go?" Martinez says. They all cheered as they picked up guns from the tables as Martinez steps down from the table.

"Francisco." Halle says. I turned around quickly to face her. "What if something does go wrong and I won't be able to get in touch with you guys?"

"You will. We will be able to hear you. Just press the button. If something does. Just remember to just keep running. Don't stop." I reply. Halle nods.

"And get Sage back." Halle says.

"I will." I said. Halle nods happily.

I backed away from her as Sofia glances towards me. I gave her a quick smile before turning away. I couldn't believe she was pregnant. That would be news to tell to Sage.

I picked up my assault rifle and pistol from the table. As I hurried out the garage door. I see Martinez shutting his door. Hustling down the steps towards the car.

Opening the passenger seat, stepping into the car. I shut the door. Martinez starts backing the car instantly. I prayed that Sage didn't have branding or at least she would hopefully be alive.

***

Glancing out the tinted windows was the sun slowly descending down. Revealing a beautiful sunset. It seemed like months since I've ever given a sunset much attention.

But turning my head to face forward. I see the large estate from just below it. With gates covering the front yard except for the side of the house, which was the side which Jo and I had entered through.

We parked on the side of road a little bit away from the estate. Grabbing my weapons from the floor of car. As we exited from the vehicles. I see the rest of them either getting out of the car or standing there preparing their weapons.

"Francisco." Kimberly's voice vibrated the walkie-talkie. I grabbed it from my pocket.

"Kimberly." I mimicked back.

"The only person who is in the estate currently is Alessandro, he is the one who was assigned to brand Sage." Kimberly explained.

"This should be simple." I said.

Sage
Present

Alessandro holds the iron over the flames. I could smell the signature burning scent. We didn't talk, for the short period of time it was completely silence between us.

"Why do you have feelings for Francisco?" Alessandro questioned.

"Not anymore." I lied, I felt myself about to cry from that lie. I missed him more than anything in the world.

Alessandro chuckles; continuing to rotate the iron above the flames. I noticed that the bottom of the iron gradually became a more orange vibrant.

"If I were you, I wouldn't have even befriended Francisco. He's had a terrible past, I mean, his father getting shot and mother dying from cancer." Alessandro stated. Which made me upset, because none of those were even his fault. "He's a fucking baby."

"That's not true, you don't know anything about Francisco. You just know something happened between his father and Nikolay. Which caused this whole war between the Italians and Russians." I confronted.

"Sweetie, I am not lying about his parents being dead and trust me I know so much more than you will ever know." Alessandro said. "You're just a fucking teenager who got herself in this mess."

"I meant the fact you said he's terrible. When he is not, You don't know shit about him. You obviously don't know anything about your co-workers. Especially Marco." I replied, going overboard - I had to admit, but I didn't care.

"Woah, Woah. Things were going just fine. And Marco has done nothing wrong. He just slept with you, you stupid women always assuming that a man forced themselves on you." Alessandro said.

"That's not what happened." I replied.

"Anyways, he said you were so damn tight."  Alessandro says instantly changing the mood of the conversation. "Now none of them are home. Nobody will know what happens right now, except you and I."

"Alessandro! No, I know that you're so much better than that." I lied through my teeth. "Don't be like that."

He stands up. Letting the iron completely falling over. He reaches for his belt buckle and starts to take it off. I reached over to the rope, attempting to pry the rope off of my wrist.

Alessandro stepped in front of me, pulling his belt off and that's when I truly realized...

I had lost all hope and lost hope in everyone.