Deindividuation

Chapter 2- Buisness

[ Flora: Italic bold
Luca: Bold
Ezio: Without anything
Extras: Itallic ]

Ezio Genovese

I took a deep breath of my Cuban cigar, I tilted my head back and blowed a lungful of ash grey smoke toward the blood red ceiling. I mindlessly pulled the ashtray closer to me and tipped my cigar ash into it. With my freehand I raked my tanned hand through my dark black hair. My eyes ran across hundreds of thousands of words and numbers on the papers in front of me. My sharp jaw clenched in concentration as I took another puff of my cigar.

Luca walked into the room, my head snapped up in his direction.

“She's here” I nodded. He then led me to the room where she was being held in. It was one of the plainer rooms but it had a window so it wasn't completely uninhabitable. The room had an ensuite and was like a cupboard more than a room. I went in and looked at her, she was slim and had long brown hair that laid against her back. Her face was tear stained, her hair was like a crow’s nest her and her body was in a fetal position.

“Was it a smooth journey?” I realised, she seemed like she had been messed about with.

“No, Gustavo wasn't exactly careful…” Luca seemed like he was hiding something.

“Nothing happened, right” I asked, balling my hands into a fist at the thought. He shook his head. I approached the girl, checking her for any visible marks. I spotted a few bruises.

“She's bruised…” I analysed.

“The van shook and she wasn't in a seat belt so-.....” he started.

I cut him off.

“Why?!, actually, you know what, don't answer that…” I was pissed off and why shouldn't I be. She should've been secured so that she couldn't get hurt.

I sighed and rubbed my eyes in frustration.

“What about her father? Has he contacted us?” I asked in annoyance.

“Well…….”

“He hasn’t contacted us has he” I stated. Luca awkwardly stood in silence.

“Okay if Richard does not call us soon tell him ‘if you don’t comply and give us money you owe the Genovese within 24 hours. We will kill your sweet precious daughter’”

“Yes sir”

I growled and took a puff of my cigar, wanting to throw it at Luca’s head. I didn't...but I wanted to. I walked away from her, no longer wanting to look at her because I feared I would hurt her.

I took a drag of the cigar and blew it in Luca’s face. His mouth twitched into a scowl. I smirked and walked out with the cigar in my mouth.

(I hope you enjoyed the second chapter, it is slightly shorter though but that will change with time 😊 - Elle)