The Italian Mafia

Chapter 17

∞Ambrogio's POV∞

"She's in the basement, boss." I was fuming with anger, as I walked towards the cell. I stomped down the stairs, wanting her to hear my steps coming. She would know it was me. The air had changed in the basement when I walked in. My men had stopped talking, only looking at me, waiting for my next move. It would be routine to torture her, but that wasn't what I had planned for her. I couldn't risk her dying or having visible wounds. For now, she was still my 'girlfriend'. No one would touch a hair on her head. I was going to punish her, but not physically. I wasn't going to hurt her, and neither was anyone else.

I opened the door to the cell, and felt myself grow nauseous. She had been shot. My heart clenched when I met her face with my eyes. Her cheeks were wet from her tears, and she looked to be in so much pain.

"Who the fuck shot her!" I yelled. She had also been tied up in a chair like she was about to be tortured. "And who locked her down like this!" I looked around at the five different men in the cell. Renato's face paled when my eyes landed on him.

"Untie her. Now," I growled at him. He nodded and unlocked the leather rims around her wrists. "Remove the fucking cloth from her mouth." Renato did as I spoke.

"Boss, what are you doing? Emma is the maid that escaped. I shot her before she ran from us," one of my men, Chris, said as he entered the room. I snapped my head his way.

He was the one who fucking shot her.

"Ti uccideò!" I ran to him, and put my hand around his throat. I pressed until I saw his face turn red.

"Murder me? But, boss, I caught her!" He was truly an idiot if he still thought he did a good thing.

"You fucking shot her. Lei dovrebbe essere la mia ragazza. La gente farà domande." I made sure to speak in Italian, so Emma didn't understand.

My man had gone against my orders. I had never said that they should shoot her. We would have captured her in another way, and now Emma was hurt because of me again, or well because of one of my men. I had broken my promise to her, nonetheless.

"I know, boss, but she was getting away. We should just kill her right now. I already broke her finger," her said nonchalantly. He walked closer to Emma, who was still sitting in the chair due to her injured leg. She trembled as he came closer.

I saw red from his words and only wanted one thing, well two. I wanted Emma rushed to our doctor's office, and then I wanted Chris dead. And I was going to show Emma a picture of his fucking corpse.

"Renato, strap down Chris," I said and picked up Emma in my arms. She wrapped her arms around my neck, but I knew it was only because she was afraid of the pain that would come if I dropped her. She didn't trust me.

I was so fucking angry, angry that she ran away, but also angry because she felt the need to do so. Was it because I slapped her? Did she not feel safe with me? For a strange reason, I actually wanted her to feel safe in my presence.

I held her tighter, silently promising her I wouldn't drop her, and then I walked out of the basement.

Behind me I head Chris yell and shout, as Renato strapped him down in the chair. He was going to get what he deserved.

Walking up the stairs from the basement, Emma whimpered in my hold. She was pale, and it was clear she had lost a lot of blood.

"How are you feeling?" I asked her gently as I walked. My men all looked at me as we passed tthem, but no one dared to question my actions.