The Mafia's Queen

|Ch 9| The Mafia's Queen

Melanie's saving grace

Feeling the car come to a stop Stephanie clutches onto Emily's clammy hand.

Gripping it tightly in fear her body shakes in terror. Both of their breaths come in harsh pants and sweat beads down both their foreheads like a sticky substance creating uncomfort and their mouths are dry like the Sahara desert after months of no rain. The only sound heard in the dark, besides their harsh labored breathing, was their hearts wild thumps from deep in their chest.

The sound of Stephanie's heart pumping blood of fear could be heard ringing in her ears like an angry drum during a sacrifice chant and she was the sacrifice being made.

From beside her Stephanie heard Emily silently cry to herself in the dark. Stephanie's lips quiver and she tries to comfort her friend by squeezing her hand letting Emily know she wasn't alone and that they would get out of this trunk and away from the beasts that took them.

Everything would be okay-it had to be.

The distinctive sound of the men laughing as they exit the cars can be heard as well as the slam of car doors and then in the mass of laughter one of the men can be heard ordering their members to call up the boss.

Stephanie clenches her eyes shut, the tears leaking through the closed lashes and she asks anyone out there of great power to keep both her and Emily in safe hands and guide them to safety because from the dark she knew her father could not get her out of this mess. He was missing himself and waiting for death in the hot dark trunk left Stephanie oddly cold from the inside. She was alone and the familiar emotions of hopelessness filled her from head to toe as she watched her life flash before her eyes in the dark.

Every memory from her mother's warm smile as she read her a bedtime story to her father's chocolate eyes as he watched them both from the threshold of her purple room with that easy gorgeous smile on his face.

The memory of the first time she met Emily when they were both little girls come to mind and Stephanie finds herself swallowing hard to hold in her sobs.

At the time they were two little naive girls who were hurt and confused. They both sat with their heads stuffed into their knees, their backs against a big strong tree trunk of the many trees in the cemetery. Emily was on one side of the tree while Stephanie was in the other and they could not see one another and it was only when Emily heard someone that was not her weep nearby that she looked around until she found Stephanie crying into her knees as she rocked herself.

They talked and comforted one another but most importantly... they found someone that was hurting just as them and they clutched onto one another like a leech because when they were together they felt whole again and the ache of their worst nightmares was filled with the presence of the other taking away the solitary they felt.

A few minutes pass by in which the men embark on some small talk about women and their favorite body part making the girls trapped in the car trunk shiver in disgust.

Emily growls in anger, her fist clenching with each foul comment directed towards women and the desire to bash her fist into each and every one of their jewels fills her body.

"Maiali fottuti," she seethes in Italian just as the sound of the men clearing their throats and footsteps heading towards the trunk of the car where the girls were currently trapped in darkness can be heard.

"Open the truck Alberto," a male deep baritone order strictly followed by the sound of keys unlocking the trunk to expose the two shaking and bleeding females.

"What the fuck happened to them!" Comes the loud man's voice who was in his mid-forties.

Stephanie gulps cowering by the sound of his roar like voice. It was so rough, so deep, so angry that she found herself resembling his deep baritone to that of a bears growl.