POTERE AMORE (Mafia Romance) 18+

Chapter thirty six

Annetta's POV

Everyday is an interesting day. Life was full of surprises.

Unpleasant surprises.

Hands tied behind me, I stumble across what felt like a studio or a cold and wet warehouse but I would've known precisely where I was if I did not have a fucking cloth dropped over my head.

After spending what felt like a life time with Constantino, one of Destefano's men entered the room and fetched me only. The last time I saw Constantino, I watched him with a slightest bit of remorse because it felt like I was leaving him to die. He should die, but in the span of an hour, I learned to form some sort of relationship with Constantino, enough to make me not dislike him because he was an ordinary man. He understood me, and my situation with my father. He doesn't condone with my father although he practically followed his steps in the past. Anyway, a man arrived and fetched me out of the room. Oh yes, the fucking room. The dingy room that locked both me and Constantino in. It was cold and dark, nothing else.

I stumble on my feet while the man grips onto my forearm and forced me to walk further. His hold was repulsive, I was ready to punch him but I was very much incapable.

After a moment, we stopped walking. I release a heavy breath, one that I've held in for too long. The noise from my mouth echos, bouncing off the walls. It was cold, I began to chatter a little. Suddenly, the cloth was yanked away from my head and finally, I was greeted with light. It fucking blinded me.

"Fanculo..." I mumble under my breath, slightly moving my face away, scrunching it and squinting, the light directly shone on to my face, the strain struck the back of my eyes when I directly stare at it for a second. After blinking a couple of times, I decipher my surroundings. My hands were free again, the relief consumed me as my fingers spread over my wrists, massaging the ache away. I scrutinise the area and discovered that I was in a warehouse, exactly like I presumed. The walls were damp, the constant sound of water dripping was becoming unbearable because it felt like as if with each drop that hit the floor, the sound was getting louder and louder. There was nothing in the warehouse as I sweep my gaze across the whole area, until a motherfùcker emerged in my peripheral view. Instantly, my jaw clenched together.

"You have an unusual way of being a father to me." I spew, only summoning him closer to me. A part of me did not want him anywhere near me but I provoked it, to see what he is capable to do to me, his own daughter. "I'm beginning to understand why Adriana doesn't w-"

"Where is Mario?" Destefano immediately questions, cutting me off. His face was stern and his voice was clipped. I blink at him, holding the urge not to lash out right now because I felt a slight pang of pain directly in my heart. The fact that his concerns lie with Mario rather me was disheartening.

"This situation your enduring right now would really not have happened if you did not send Mario alone to the condo in Poland. Mario's whereabout is unknown." I chuckle. Destefano's eyes widened with fear and my chuckle only grows. "But my best guess is, is that he is probably dead, dead as fuck."

Destefano face blanches at me before he charged towards me. I had no idea, I had no idea my statement would offend him as much as it did but it did and I was surprised. I also had no idea that Mario meant so much to him, more than what I meant to him. I was his daughter, it surprised me. My eyes widened with horror when Destefano reached for my neck and curled his fingers around it, immediately squeezing my neck, strangling me despite knowing I was struggling to breath. As I watch him in horror, I realised that he had no intention to set a boundary, he was going to squeeze until I gave up.

"Where the fuck is Mario?" He gritted through his teeth, "Don't fuck with me Annetta, not today. You have caused enough, and I will end this today once you fucking tell me where Mario is!"