A Second Chance (Under Construction)

Chapter 2

When Celeste regained consciousness, she felt her head pounding. She attempted to hold her head in her hand to ease the pain, but she couldn't. Once she looked down around her, she realized she was restrained and held to a chair. She looked around at the room and frowned. It's dirty brick walls were similar to those in a dungeon. These same walls were covered in dirt and what looked like dried blood. By the extensive amount of torture devices she could tell not many made it out of this room alive

"Hello!!!" She yelled. She tried to break free from the ties, but evidently she gave up. She continued to use all the strength she had left to free herself, but she tired herself out. She let her head fall down as she let out a deep sigh. After a while, boredom became a known presence in the room. She kicked her feet forward and back to pass the time in hopes that someone would save her, but she knew that wouldn't happen. She had no one.  No one who would search for her. No one who would go from the moon and back for her. No one who cared for her. There was no one who knew of her existence, let alone anyone who would notice her absence. If anything there was probably someone who was homeless who already took her home.

In all truth, Celeste was scared for her life.

She wondered how long she would be kept there, buy worse was the fact that she had no knowledge of the person who kept her there. She knows it's not Silvio because he was clearly working for the man on the phone. So she wondered, who was this mystery person.

She didn't want to be there. Not only because she was stuck in an extremely uncomfortable chair that made her feel like her butt was growing blisters, but she missed her post. It wasn't a palace, but at least she was in peace. After a while, she was beginning to feel tired. So, she fell asleep right in the wooden chair. She was awoken by the feeling of water being thrown in her face. She shook her head trying to expel the water from her face and hair as she tried to get a grasp of what was happening. She looked up and came face to face with the man who knocked her out in the first place

"You're awake, good. Boss has been waiting to meet you," Silvio said with a smirk. He walked to the door and opened it to let him in.

This was where she met him. Lorenzo Russo, one of the Russo Brothers. He stood at the entrance as he stared down at her before slowly entered the room.

Celeste thought Silvio was the scariest man she met, but the look in his eyes made her fear much worst. His gaze was intimidating. There were no emotions behind those eyes. Like a person who could kill anyone in an instant. Like the eyes of a man who felt no remorse. He motioned for Silvio to leave the room so the he can have a word with Celeste. Silvio obeyed his demand and left the room with the other men. Once the door was shut, Lorenzo pulled up a chair and sat directly in front of her.

"Name?" he asked.

"Wh-what?" she asked unsure of his demand.

"Your name? What is your name?" he clarified.

"Celeste," she replied.

"Celeste, I have some questions for you. Do you think you can answer them for me?" He asked to which she replied by simply nodding. "Tonight, what did you see?"

"Nothing," she said nervously.

"Nothing?" He asked as he watched her intensely. He observed for any clues that would indicate her lies.

"Nothing, I swear. I didn't nothing," she said as she shook her head. However, Lorenzo noticed that as she shook her head, she gulped.

"Are your lying to me?" He asked. She shook her head no as she looked around trying to avoid making eye contact. He got out of his chair and grabbed her chin roughly. He moved her face and forced her to look him straight in his eyes as he got extremely close to her face.

"I don't like being lied to," he said angrily.

"Okay, I did see a little, but I promise I won't to say anything. Just please let me go. No one would believe some homeless girl anyway," she said the last part quietly in shame. He slowly released her chin as he stared at her. He had no idea she was homeless. He didn't want to kill her, but he also didn't want to just throw her back on the street. He knew he'd need some time to come to a best conclusion because he didn't want this decision to effect his reputation in the Mafia.

"Please, don't kill me," She pleaded. He stood from the chair and made his way towards the door. Fear began of grab hold of Celeste as she watched him walk away. She yelled as she pleaded for him to let her go and begged him not to leave. He knocked on the door three times before the door opened wide. Before he left the room, he turned once and glanced at Celeste who sat with her head down. Silvio walked back with Lorenzo to his office. Lorenzo took a seat at his desk while Silvio stood.

"Do you want me to kill her?" Silvio asked. Lorenzo look up at him unimpressed by his question, but not in the least surprised.

"Did I ask you to kill her? What the fuck is wrong with you? Why do you think I always want you to kill someone?" Lorenzo asked.

"Sorry Enzo, but usually when someone sees something. You tell me to off them," Silvio said.

"Not her, I don't want her dead. I need to think. Please leave," he said. Silvio bowed before he left Lorenzo in his office.

Lorenzo leaned back into his chair as he thought to himself. He himself was confused by his lack of ability to allow Celeste to be killed. It wouldn't be the first time he killed a witness. So why was she different? Was it because he pitied her? Maybe he sympathized for her and the fact that she had liked a hard life on the streets.

He hadn't felt these since he had been with Martina, his first love. So what was he to do? He didn't have the heart kill her, but he can't let her go back to the streets either. He spent hours until he finally made a decision. He decided that Celeste would be forced to stay with him in his home. He did it so that she can live in comfort rather than on the streets.

At least that was what he told himself.