The Mafia and Its Angel (Under Editing)

(17) Amnesia

I know I'm late with the update. It's been a crazy end of march and beginning on april. A lot of things have happened that aren't good so i hope you guys don't kill me for the late update. Plus i have a REALLY heavy semester so bare with me. I love you all and will try to post every month on the 3rd like i promised. 

Here's the update now......again.....don't kill me.....I love you guys.

(1st edit: 12.18.18)

It's been months of torture. The only way I know that time has passed is because my bump has gotten bigger. Every time the demon comes hide it from him by getting into the position he always puts me into.

He fücks me, yells at me then leaves. I've forgotten all about the outside world. All that I remember is my name, Thomas the love of my life and that I am carrying our baby.  I only remember all this from the reoccurring dreams I keep having.

God obviously doesn't want me to forget everything as the demon has tried so hard to accomplish. I smile a sad slime as a tear runs down my face while I drift off to sleep.

Thomas' POV

It's been four months and still no leads on where Amelia is. I punch my desk. 

"Someone get me something!" 

I yell, my voice cracking at the end. The men start mumbling when all of a sudden Xavier and Martino burst through the doors with scowls on their faces.

"Que?(what?)" 

I ask impatiently. Xavier speaks first. 

"We just got a fax and you're not gunna like it." 

I call his forward and he hands me the picture that I place face down so that I can focus on Martino's words.

"What about you?" 

He clears his throat and says 

"We've captured a man who knows the location of Amelia" 

I smirk, torture time. I suddenly remember the picture and turn it over. Rage boils within me as I'm looking at the love of my life laying naked, beaten up and....pregnant on the floor, shackled to the wall. A painful rage filled roar erupts from my chest. torture time it is indeed. 

X~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~X~~~~~~~~~~~~~~X 

I burst into the holding cell that holds the only person who knows where my beloved is. He looks up at me and smirks.

"Why hello there" 

He says and I growl 

"Where is she?!" 

He cocks his head to the side.

"Who is she?" 

I glare at him and yell 

"You know who, you slime!" 

I have to restrain myself from detaching his head from his body. 

"He knows where she is" 

I remind myself. he smiles wickedly. 

"Oh you mean your little whore?" 

He asks and I snap. Punch after punch flies to his face, gut, shoulders and anywhere else I can land a blow. He groans in pain as I growl out again 

"Where is she?!" 

He drags in a deep breath. 

"I'm not telling you."