Mafia Love - DISCONTINUED

Chapter 26

Song is kind of important for the chapter. Enjoy!

Grace

Sweat trickles down my face as my breathing fades to almost nothing. I feel the cold, rough floor beneath my finger tips. On my knees, the gravel penetrates my skin causing blood to pool from my wounds. My skin cold, and clammy from the excessive sweat. I spit the red, metallic taste out of my mouth onto the ground; I lick my chapped, dry lips begging for even just a sip of water.

I stopped counting the days and nights of my time in the foul smelling room. My wrists red and raw from the metal cuffs cutting off my circulation.

I hear footsteps coming down the creaking stairway leading right to my metaphorical cage. I hear the jiggle of the keys moving into the lock and twisting. The single dull bulb casting into the room and onto the floor falling right in front of me.

The metal door opens all the way revealing a massive figure with a scar on their face.

I wake up to someone shaking and holding my body against theirs. I feel the tears stream down my face as my breathing becomes shaky and is followed by hiccups.

I feel a hand stroke my now dry hair and whisper words to me I cannot understand. I think they were in Italian.

My sobs soon fade and my cheeks are left with nothing but sticky tear streaks. I was so distraught from my nightmare that I almost didn't feel the gentle, rough hand going up and down my back. As if it was almost to soothe me, and it did.

I noticed it was still dark outside, but there was no clock so I didn't know the time. Then, I decide to look up and I'm met with two soft, blue eyes looking right back at me.

Alessio just stares at me; his hand still goes up and down my back smoothly. He then grabs my waist gently with both of his hands, like he was afraid he'd break me, and turns me so I face him completely whilst straddling him.

"Grace," he takes a deep breath. Almost like it was hard for him to talk to me. "Are you okay?" That was all he said; now he just stared at me waiting for me to answer.

After about two minutes in silence, I find my voice. "I'm okay." I answer, and truthfully I was okay. When I wasn't okay was inside that nightmare. Not a dream, no, a nightmare.

Alessio takes my face in his hand. "Then why were you crying?" He pauses. "No, not crying. Screaming. You were screaming and begging for mercy."

I shut my eyes tightly recalling my nightmare.

The man tore my clothes from my body, he threw me down onto the frozen, cold ground and tied my hands to an iron post.

The first blow of the whip felt as if my spine had been cut in two. The second blow stopped the first, and for a second I felt nothing, then pain struck in my throat and fire ran in my lungs without air.

I did not dare to even cry out.

The whip whistled like the wind was singing. I tried to count the blows, but I lost count. The only thing I knew was that the blows were falling upon my back. Only I no longer felt anything on my back anymore.

That pain would always be unforgettable.

I finally snap back to reality, and still I don't say a word. I hear Alessio breathe a sigh of anger.

"Did someone hurt you?" He asks, his voiced laced with anger. "Don't think I didn't notice the scars on your back, Grace."

I don't bother looking at him when I answer. "It was a long time ago. I hardly have those nightmares anymore." I finish, still staring at the ruffles in the bed sheets. The same bed sheets where I let him have his way with me. All three times.

"Was it your father?"

I stare at him confused.

"Did your father abuse you?"

"No!" I say sternly. "My father was many things but he never, never would hit a me, my mother, or my brother." I sniff as tears start to fall again.

"Hey. Hey, shh. It's okay." I feel him lift up my chin so I can look at him. He wipes away my tears and plants a soft kiss against my lips.

"Look," he says, "it's obvious that you don't want to talk about this right now. So, why don't you just take a deep breath and relax. Go get a shower and then we'll talk later."

I place my head against his chest and slowly start to relax. "Okay,"'I say.

"Come on." He places on his boxers, picks me up bridal style and carries me to the bathroom. He draws a bath for me and places me in the tub.

"I could have walked," I tell him even though I was fucking lying through my own teeth. I couldn't stand even if I had people holding me up I was so sore.

A deep chuckle escapes his throat. He moves closer to my ear, "Amore, from the way your folds tightened around my cock, and the way I pounded in and out of you, I'm guessing that's a lie." He bites my ear and kisses my neck. "Take your time, Grace." He gets up from crouching near the bathtub and walks outside shutting the door behind him.

Alessio

After leaving her in the bath, I grab my phone out of my nightstand and make a phone call. She was hiding something and I intended to find out what.

"Yeah, boss, what's up?"

"Lorenzo, I need you to get Cassius to do a background check on Grace. I want to know everything about her from where she was born, to how many times she's been to her favorite restaurant. I don't care what it takes, get it done. Then meet me at the safe house with the rest of the guys by eight a.m. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

I hang up the phone pacing around the room. She clearly had secrets she didn't want to tell me about, but she didn't need to tell me. I would find out on my own. No one keeps secrets from me and gets away with it. 

I will find out who you are, Grace, and you better pray I don't find that bastard who hurt you. Because if I do, they'll be begging for me end their fucking life.
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Hey, my lovelies!!! I finally updated, even though it might have been a sucky chapter. Sorry. Next chapter will have better and exciting things, I promise.

Why did Grace wake up crying? What's with the scars? And what the fuck give Alessio the right to run a background check on Grace?! Keep reading to find out soon.

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