Heartless Ending Book 3 of the Heartless Series

Chapter 15 - Deals and Bargains

Emilia's POV

Now I have a new master. I thought Vincent was cruel and nasty, but he was nothing like this new monster. This new boss is sadistic and vicious, he thinks even less of women than Vincent did and I'm his new pet, he wants to break me further and violate me I can see it in his eyes. The day I was given to him was the last day I ever saw Vincent, he said it's because he killed him. I think he only told me to see if I'd react to the news, to which I did not. I kept my closed off, shut down composure, I didn't care that he was dead, Vincent was nothing to me.

Again how foolish I was, everything got worse after that. The only constant I had was the chains, their weight and sound was my only solace. My room was no longer warm with books and a view. It was cold and damp, I had no comfort of a blanket just a mattress and a dirty sheet. That was until a week later when I was joined by a beautiful woman. Her raven hair was long a shined, her mocha skin showed that she spent a lot of time outdoors and her eyes were a beautiful shade of light brown.

I watched her from the corner of the room, shout and scream at the guard that threw her in here with me. Even with her bound hands she fought back, earning herself a punch to the gut and slap across the face. She regained her feet quickly and ran for the door only to have it closed in her face. The lock turned and she kicked the door one last time in defiance. I could only assume that she was speaking Italian from the odd words she spoke, but I didn't know for sure, I was no expert on languages.

Sighing she at last turned to convey the room, finally landing her eyes on me. "Carmela?" She quickly ran over to me and looked deep into my eyes, she most have known I wasn't Camy because she started shaking her head. "No. Not Carmela. Emilia." Shock was clear on both our faces. How did she know me? Who was this woman? "Your alive. Oh thank the lord your alive." She hugged me tightly to her chest, surrounding me in her bound arms. I stiffened in her embrace not being able to comprehend what was going on.

"Who are you?" My voice barely auditable due to its lack of use. "Oh Emilia, I'm your god mother. My name is Valentina we lived next door. My husband was Luca and my son is Romeo." A long distant memory stirred in the recesses of my mind, these names they were so familiar. Recognition dawned over my features and tears spilled from my eyes, I was no longer alone in the dark. I would finally have someone by my side, it's been 9-10 years since I could last say that. This time I threw my arms around her and held her with everything in me, and just wept into her shoulder. She rocked us both back and forth trying to calm and soothe me, it took a long time but as time passed my tears dried up and I started to calm down from my hysteria.

I finally got around to freeing her hands, she was annoyed that she couldn't do the same for me, but I didn't mind. I told her my story and we stayed up all night talking about everything that has been going on. She told me all about Camy and I was happy that she had found happiness even if it was only for a short time before she passed. I was now truly the only survivor of my family. The resentment I felt towards her because she was free and I wasn't, left me the moment I found out. Valentina had told me that nothing she had was truly her own and she was as much under my grandfather's tyranny as I was, the only difference is that she could kill without emotion and remorse unlike myself.

The only saving grace to the whole situation is that I have a niece or nephew out there somewhere. Valentina didn't think the child would be taken away from Romeo. So they would still have some family attachment but, no offence to Valentina's son but he wouldn't be there to impart the Ferrari family moto. 'Family before all else.' I had a new goal in life now, something to aspirer too, I would get free of this prison and I would find my family and I would raise and protect them with my life.

The door to our cell slammed open and we were forcibly removed from the room and basically dragged down corridors and upstairs, and pushed in front of large wooden doors. The man holding my arm knocked loudly on the door twice and we waited silently. Once entrance had been granted, we filed in. The room was an office, all mahogany wood and black cast iron features. A deep red leather sofa stood on an intricately woven rug in front of a fireplace. The fire was burning softly in its tiled surround. My bare feet instantly sought refuge in it, and I took two small steps towards its warmth and away from the guard. He eyed me suspiciously but said nothing, Valentina's entrance was less calm as she pulled against the man who held her by the throat in front of him, with her back pressed tightly against his chest.