Mafia Love - DISCONTINUED

Chapter 31

Grace

"A la nanita nana nanita ella nanita ella...."  I softly whisper the song to myself as I fidget with the cuffs on my wrists. My grandfather used to sing this song to me when I was little while my parents were away on business trips. It's a Spanish lullaby meaning to let yourself sleep and let your worries melt away.

I wish that was the case for me. I don't know how long I've been down here in this room; I do know that it has been more than a day. I don't know if it is day or night. All I know is that I smell, I'm hungry, I've peed in a bucket, and that they're watching and waiting for me to talk. That stupid red light from the security camera in the corner of the room keeps blinking on and off, so I know that someone is there.

I rest my head against the brick wall as I keep humming the song to myself. I started humming the song to myself to help me get some sleep after I would constantly hear Antonio's screams of agony every now and then.

At least the fucker is suffering. Although, I now wish it was Alessio in that chair.

No you don't. Deep down you really don't wish that.

Yeah, well sometimes my subconscious just needs to learn to shut the hell up.

I feel my eyes start to get heavy and soon they close just like they closed the door on me.

I'm woken up by a noise and turn my head towards the door where I hear it coming from the other side. The lock clicks and the door is pulled open making an eerie creaking sound. Light peaks into the room for the first time in God knows how long and I see a familiar face. The person comes over and unlocks the cuffs from my wrists.

"Come with me, Grace," Lorenzo tells me.

We walk out of the darkness of the room and make it to a flight of stairs where Lorenzo stops. He then turns to me and places something over my head where I cannot see. Then my hands are zip tied together.

"Lorenzo," I cry out. "What's going on?!" I'm grabbed by my arm and led by someone oblivious to where I was going, but I could still hear. Just like I heard a car pull up, the door open, and me being pushed inside.

I can feel my eye start to twitch from the stress of what was happening starting to get to me. After what feels like hours, I feel the car jolt to a stop, and I'm pulled by my arm out of car and told by Lorenzo to keep walking.

I go up two steps before stopping and hearing the person holding my arm knock on a door. The door opens and I hear some men exchange words in Italian before I'm brought inside.

Still bound and blind I try and listen into the conversations but everyone is speaking in Italian. I'm able to pick out few words that I know but everything else is gibberish to me. I can tell that I'm now in a big room because of all the voices and chatter going on.

I'm pushed to the ground where I'm on my knees. The room goes silent and my eye keep twitching. My breathing becomes rough and shaky; then, the bag is pulled off my head and I can see the room clearly. The Italians weren't the only ones in the room. When I looked all around, I saw Hispanics as well.

I can't run, for I would be signing my death sentence. Plus, they all have guns strapped to their hips. I want to speak, but I know I shouldn't. Suddenly, I see Alessio come over to me with a smirk plastered on his face.

"Grace Sanchez," he says with utmost disgust.

My eyes go wide. He now knows my real name.

"What's the matter, il mio piccola combattente?" He says to me. "Did you not think I would eventually find out?"

I stay silent as the smirk on his face continues to taunt me. He puts his hand under my chin forcing me to look at him.

"So," I say with the most monotone voice, "what now? You going to kill me?" I start finding it hard to swallow or even get stop trembling under his touch.

A dry chuckle escapes his mouth. "Kill you? Oh no, no, Grace. Death would be too kind after you refused to tell me who you really are."

"Then what?!" I manage to choke out. He release my chin and backs up away from me and looks to his left.

I decide to turn my head to see what he was looking at, more like who. I see a figure with a hat stand up from sitting down in a chair and make their way over to me. I feel my heart beat faster and faster with each step the person takes.

"I have decided to let this person deal with you, Grace." Alessio's voice fills my ears. Although, it feels like I'm underwater because I refuse to believe what I'm seeing right in front of me.

The person kneels down to my level and lifts up their hat ever so slowly. When their eyes meet mine, my entire body goes limp. I lose any sort of feeling all throughout my body as I stare into the eyes of a monster.

"It's been a long time, corredora."

I feel their hands wrap around my neck and start squeezing. I try to scream but I can't even find my voice. I try to cry but no tears escape my eyes. I feel my throat start to close as I gasp for air.

Was this it? Was I dying? If I go, at least I'll feel numb in the end.

All of a sudden, I feel my body start shaking. I hear voices calling out, but I can barely hear them. Grace? Were they calling me?

I gasp and shoot up as I feel a cold feeling wash over me. I look around and notice that I'm engulfed by darkness with just a little bit of light coming through the door. Myself and my clothes were soaking wet with cold water.

My eyes finally focus to where I can see Lorenzo breathe a sigh of relief and Alessio with what looked like a worried expression.

"W-what happened?" I ask, shaking from the cold water.

"You were having a panic attack, Grace," Lorenzo tells me. "I saw you through the camera. You started talking in your sleep; you said my name then mumbled some words then stopped altogether. It wasn't until you started screaming when I got Alessio."

"I didn't know what the fuck to do, Grace." My eyes dart towards Alessio. "You weren't breathing right and it scared the fuck out of me." He runs his hand through his hair. "Come on," he lifts me off the hard floor, "you need a shower. You've been down here long enough."

I look down to see the cuffs were now off my wrists. I walk with Lorenzo and Alessio holding me up by each arm like they were afraid I would collapse any second. When we get to the stairs, Alessio picks me up bridal style and carries me the rest of the way.

I'm then placed down on a bed as Alessio goes into the bathroom and starts the shower. I bring my hand to my neck. It felt so real. I close my eyes and exhale. It's my choice.

Alessio comes back into the room and looks at me. "The water is running."

"I'm ready," I say, barely above a whisper.

"What?" Alessio looks at me confused.

"I'm ready to tell you who I am. I'm ready to tell you what I know." I take a deep breath. "I'm ready to tell you why I don't exist as of five years ago."
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