Doctor for the Mafia [original]

Ch. 22

Kimberly Stratus:

I woke up, and a painful sensation at my temple greeted me. I was surprised that I didn't die. Right after they found me, the passenger man was quick to strike me with the handle of his gun, knocking me out instantly.

I tried to raise my hand to help tend the pain, but I was restrained by the ropes that held my wrist together. I looked over my shoulder to see that my hands were tied with thick rope, knots everywhere. I wiggled my hands, hoping I can slip between the holes. It only caused rope burn around my wrists.

I suddenly remember the knife Marcella gave me. I looked down, and to my surprise, my shoes were missing. Along with that, the insides of my front pockets were outside. One side of my shirt hung off my shoulder, revealing that a certain strap was gone. I trailed my hands up my back and gasped, my bra was missing.

I exhaled, trying to control my anger and disgust. No time to freak out, I need to think. Unable to do anything else, I tried to make out my surroundings. Even squinting, it was too dark to see. Based on movies, I'd say I'm held in a basement.

What am I going to do? I let that question float through my mind as I searched for an answer. My feet aren't tied, I noticed. I rolled onto my knees and stood. I was about to take a step forward when I stopped myself. I couldn't see, and I would just bump into things. I dropped back down to the ground. I'll have to wait for my eyes to adjust to the darkness.

As I waited. I tried to keep myself from wondering what they'll do to me.

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I woke up to somebody pulling my hair. I had accidentally drifted off to sleep, and this was not the best way to wake up.

"Ow!" I yelped in pain. The man that pulled my hair, squatted down to meet my face. The lights were on, and his face was unrecognizable, he wasn't one of the two men from the car.

"The bitch is finally awake." He said, peering over his shoulder to look at who he was talking to.

"Move."

He did what he was told. The guy got up and walked over to the corner.

"Enjoying your stay?" A man walked into my view. He looked middle-aged, yet intimidating. It didn't take long for me to realize it was Stollo. "I mean, this is the best room in my house for an Il Segreto. " He emphasized our mafia's name with hatred.

As guessed, I was in a basement. It was actually cleaner than ours. The room was empty, except the cobwebs that hung at the corners and the dusty ground. Seeing that I wasn't going to answer, Stollo asked me another question.

"What's your name, sweetheart? What's your connection with Il Segreto?"

I shrugged, it earned a raised eyebrow and clenching jaw.

"If I were you, I'd talk." Stollo threatened.

I swallowed my nervousness and continued to stay silent.

Annoyed, he took a step back and nodded at the man in the corner after making eye contact with him.

"Maybe Stefano can make you speak," Stollo said as he walked up the stairs to the exit.

Stefano took a step towards me, and I flinched.

"Don't you dare come near me!" I yelled.

At this point, I was frantically trying to yank my hands out from the ropes. My confident, calm facade broke little by little with each step Stefano took to close the distance between us. My fear causes me to tremble.

As my tears fell, my torture began.

Matteo Casciani:

"I'm going down to the kitchen. Anyone wants anything?" Aurelio asked as he got up from his desk chair.

Everybody shook their head, not having an appetite. With our answer, Aurelio left the room. 

Marcella, Aiden, Giovanni, and I piled up in Aurelio's apartment. We stayed by his side as he searched for her location. Beside me, Marcella sighed, curling up into a ball. We were all feeling quite helpless. 

I got up from the couch and walked towards the window. I looked at the city below me. Where are you?

A notification sound came from the computer. Aiden, who was the closest to it, got off from leaning on the wall to check the screen. 

"Guys, it's a signal!" 

Marcella was the first to get to Aiden, pushing him to the side to see for herself. 

"Only two towns away." She took out her phone and snapped a picture of the map on the screen. She walked quickly to the coffee table in front of the couch and grabbed the keys to the car we all came in. Without looking at us, she ran out of the room.

"Marcella!" Giovanni yelled after her, probably worried for it's his car.

We all ran after her. I manage to catch her before she can walk out of the apartment. 

"Marcella, stop." I grabbed her arm to stop her. 

She turned to me to explain herself, "It's been three days! I don't know what she is to you, but I know she's my best friend." 

As Marcella was focused on me, Giovanni grabbed the car keys out of her hand and tossed her over his shoulder. 

"Let me go!" She yelled, slapping his back, "I'm going to shove Stollo's drugs down his throat until he poops our cocaine!"

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