Star Cross Lovers with Guns

Chapter 17

Longer chapter. Sorry. But you'll be thanking me later!
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     It's been a month since I last spoke to Gianluca. After what he said that night, I couldn't look at him the same. That word love—it's all bullshit. He's like my ex, Antonio. He cheated on me and so did Gianluca. Even though me and Luca weren't officially a couple, he still cheated and same thing goes for now when he slept with those other girls. I've been locked in his room for the entire month and only left when I had to go to the basement. Which is where I'm heading now.

     Ricky and Keith came to get me and told me that I had ten minutes to get dressed and look presentable. Not caring, I threw on a pair of black and white adidas pants, with a matching black crop top, and the new black adidas shoes with a white band going around it. Gianluca was nice enough to get me some clothes, considering he figured I would be here a while.

     Tying my long brown hair in a high ponytail, I shove my glasses on my face while exiting the washroom to face the boys.

(Outfit, ignore the hair)

"Just one more month Nia. You got this." Ricky whispers to me, as we step out of the elevator.

     "It will go by fast and before you know it, you'll be at home with the family." Keith whispers, patting me on the back. I let out a breath and nod my head, walking into the room.

     Angelo, Massimo, Vince and Francesco are all there. Funny how Gianluca isn't here. "Okay, Fionia. We're going to try something a little different today." Angelo starts, "Put her in the chair." He nods his head at Ricky and Keith who nod their heads. Lightly shoving me into the chair, they handcuff me to it while Angelo snaps his fingers. Massimo runs over and places a wooden chair in front of me.

     Angelo twirls the chair around so that he could lean on the back of the chair with his stomach. Resting his arms on top while handing me a stupid smirk.

     I narrow my eyes at him. Somethings up. "What's your problem Angelo? Shouldn't you be whipping me by now?"

     "Actually, we're going to be doing something different this morning." He repeats himself while leaning on the chair. "No more torturing-"

     I cut him off with a scoff. "Are you seriously that stupid to think I'm going to buy that lame excuse?"

     He chuckles and shakes his head. He doesn't answer me. All he does is snap his fingers. Again. I hear a door open and close, but it wasn't the door in front of me. There's a fucking back door! I feel a pair of hands on my shoulders, squeezing them lightly. The scene from suicide squad where the Joker shows up behind the man wearing a fur coat, plays in my head. It sends chills down my back as I think back to that scene and how it ended.

     God, I hope this is the joker and not who I think it is. The person comes close to my ears, making his minty breath fan my cheeks. "Miss me?" He whispers with a slight chuckle in his voice. Yup. It's him. Not down for this. Someone get me the real Joker instead. I'd rather deal with Jared Leto and Margot Robbie—aka Joker and Harley Quinn, than deal with this guy right here. Nope!