Vincenzo Santarossa
Vincenzo Santarossa P. O. VIt's been 3 weeks and I couldn't forget about Rose. Her teary eyes, swollen lips and her bruised face that she kept hidden with her foundation. She was just so innocent. My men have been watching every move of their trafficking. Lorenzo doesn't know that Black Eagles are the biggest mafia, bigger than his mafia. And with one snap they will be done. God knows how many traffickings they're out there. Every trafficking group is linked with eachother.
Ring ring ring.
I looked at my clock to see 7:00 am. It's time to get up and talk Marco to go and get the girls.
1 hour later.
I wore a grey leather jacket and with some tight jeans. My phone buzzed with a message that was from Marco.
Pick up your phone boss!!
What could he want? I swiped my phone and put it on my ear.
"Hel-" I was cut off when I heard Marco's voice.
"So how did you guys get here?"
"We were kidnapped." her sweet calm voice that could be sensed into pain.
"Do you have any family?" He asked. She didn't say anything. I stopped doing what ever and waited for her reply. She didn't say anything for a good 2 minutes. Come on just say yes.
"Hmmm?" He once again mumbled, waiting for her to say yes. And I was waiting as well.
"We are actually orphans." my heart stopped, why would she say that?
"Oh really?" Marco didn't buy it, and neither did I. We both know she is lying. But why.
I went downstairs and waited for them to come, I will ask her why she lied. This will be their new home. Just because I don't sell or do deal of girls that doesn't make me a good person. I do other things instead of this shit. When Rose and Amelia come this will be their new home, I won't let them leave.
Rose. P. O. V
The car came to a sudden stop. Amelia got out first and I just stayed there. My mind can't stop thinking about my family. How would they be feeling when I haven't reached home. Loud scream came outside making me spin my head towards the door with a panic. What happened? My hands reached the car door and I kicked it open.
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