Captured (Part 2 and 3)

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Tatiana POV

Knowing this was a bad idea but I couldn't help but think that this was the only man that could help me find my son. "Oh my God, are you sure Alex will be fine with this outfit" Maria laughs as I stood in front of the mirror

"Well he isn't here" I smile, furrowing her brows for a moment I grab my silver clutch, "are you ready?" I question, "sure" she says as we made our way out. Getting in the back as I hid from the security, making sure the car drove out, "are we out?" I question, "yes" she breaths as the car drove off. "Tati why are we hiding from YOUR security?" She questions, "ugh it's a story for a drunk moment" I smile as we drove to the club,

Getting to the club, speaking to the bouncer In Spanish before letting us in. Scanning the place as I looked around The sound of the music filling my ears, "Tati!" Maria calls out snapping me out of my thoughts, "huh?" I question, "are you sure you okay?" She questions, giving her a fake smile, "of course why don't you get us drinks" I smile, lowly nodding her head before walking. Scanning the place as I see no signs of the man, "here!" She says handing me my drink, taking tequila shots trying to lighten my mood, giving her a fake smile, my eyes widen at the sight of the man standing from the balcony, there he stood in a black suit. Looking much much bigger in person, the man built like a wall making me grow slightly nervous. His eyes making contact with mine, swaying my hips to the music for a couple of minutes making sure to get Maria extremely drunk. Giving him a seductive smile as I began grinding on drunk Maria, his eyes not leaving mine, motioning with my finger for him to come down, disappearing before me making me nearly hiss out. Feeling a tap on my shoulder, "disculpe mam" (excuse me mam) a man calls out over the loud music, "el jefe quiere que te unas a él arriba" (boss would like you to join him upstairs) he says pointing up, giving him a tight smile, "cierto" (sure) I smile as I'm lead upstairs. Going up the stairs as the man held my hand. Going up the large wooden door, "aquí?" (Here?) I smile, nodding his head.

Opening the door, walking further in furrowing my brows at the silence. "Hello" a voice says making me quickly turn to face the man, giving him a soft smile, "hola" (hi) I smile, "American?" He questions holding two drinks up his hands, "si"  I say with a seductive smile, "I noticed, you very beautiful what are you doing here in Mexico" he says handing me the drink, "well I came to have fun" I giggle, taking steps closer to him, grabbing onto his tie, "and I think you might be the lucky man" I say seductively as he wraps his hands around my waist, pushing him down onto the couch, "mmmm, maybe I should see if you can handle what you asking for" I say seductively biting my lower lip, "oh it seems like you won't want to go back to America after this" he laughs, walking around the couch, "you have no idea" I smile as I take out my revolver from my clutch. Walking over to him, now facing him as I pointed the revolver at him. "Hmmm seems like its not your lucky day" I say keeping my distance, a smirk playing on his face, "oh I just knew" he smiles, "oh really" I question, "I observe everything in the club, how you were scanning the place when you walked in and kept on checking if I would appear, not very good at your job" he shakes his head, "I must say I'm disappointed in Alessandro, but what can I say he's about to lose his wife too" he shrugs, shaking my head, "if you just tell me where Emilio is I will leave" I say trying to keep my emotions in check, chuckling at my words, "and go where princess, the place is surrounded by my men" he chuckles, aiming the gun near his crotch, "you giving me no choices" I smirk, looking up as he chuckled at my words, before I can saying anything the gun is knocked out of my hand making it fall to the floor before I can register his fist comes in contact with my face making my fall to the floor, painfully hitting the side of my head making me cry out in pain, walking towards me trying to kick his crotch he grabs my leg before roughly dragging me across the floor, trying to recover from the pain on my head the piercing pain on my stomach makes me cry out as he lands continuous kicks on my stomach, catching my breath  due to the extreme pain his entire foot makes contact with my face as he stamps on it making me groan out as I feel myself grow weak, leaning against me my eyes widen, his weight is suddenly pulled off me, rising up from the floor my eyes widen at the short woman effortlessly thrown across the room. Quickly recovering from the fall, holding her fists up, her neck and arms covered in tattoos, "R-" before he can finish his sentence she lands a punch on his nose making him slightly stumble, lightly chuckling, "Sabía que eras una perra falsa" (I knew you were a fake bitch) the man says as my vision grows blurry, "Voy a disfrutar matarte" (I'm going to enjoy killing you) he smirks, "tráelo" (bring it)  she spits before the man runs over to her, landing continuous punches on her face, searching for the gun I was holding, the woman continues to fight the large man, cornering her onto the door as she grabs the large whiskey bottle, smashing it on his head before kicking his chest, running over to him with the broken glass trying to stab him he tightly grabs her hand, punching her on her face making her groan out before stabbing her on the side of her stomach making her slouch down, crawling down the floor as I searched for the gun, urging myself to focus, the man knees her face making her fall to the floor in pain, looking down her as he chuckled loudly, blood running down her face and the side of her stomach.
My eyes widening at the sight of the gun, quickly grabbing it the man notices me, trying to run over to me he's tripped by the woman making him fall face first to floor as I quickly slid the gun over to her, before he can recover she fires the gun making me look away as his brains splattered all over the place. Lowly looking over to her, groaning out in pain as I ran over to her, "wh-who are you" I question trying to help her to her feet, "a friend of your husband's" she breaths, "go over to the computer and delete the footage for today and switch the cameras off, we'll use to the fire escape" she groans . Running over to the computer doing as I'm told, clearing the security footage, noticing her up on her feet, "follow me" she instructs as she groans out in pain. Rushing down the fire escape the guards turn to face us before they could react she quickly fires clean shots to the head. "My car!" she yells running over to the silver Mustang. Getting in, the car speeds off. Our breathing heavy, "who are you?" I question, "just call me Rosa" she breaths in pain making me look down her stomach, "oh my god you hurt, we have to get to my place" shaking her head, "I cannot let you leave like this" I say, "I promise you can leave afterwards" I urge, looking at me for a moment she nods her head.

Getting to the house, the security men in shock as I lead her to the house, guiding her over to the couch, "I'll be right back" I say rushing over to the bedroom. Grabbing the first aid kit before running back downstairs, laying on the couch her t-shirt already off exposing her fully inked body, left in her bra she put pressure on her wound. Making my way towards her before gently removing her hand I notice the deep cut, "I guess we lucky cause it's not too bad" I say as she remained silent. Cleaning the wound before stitching her up she made no sound at all, a lot stronger than the men I was use to. Noticing the blood on her face, "I think we should clean your face up" I say as she painfully sat up. Looking up at me I notice her wide brown eyes, her pink lips plump as I took in her natural beauty, her cheek bones apparent as the outlines her face beautifully, "you so beautiful" I say in awe. Even with all the tattoos she is by far the most beautiful woman I've ever seen from top to bottom, giving me a tight smile, "so are you" she says. "This might burn" I say dabbing the cotton wool on her forehead. "Do you work for Alex?" I question, rolling her eyes, "in his dreams" she says making me furrow my brows, "I'm just an old friend" she says, before she can continue my dear husband's voice fills the house, "Tatiana!" The voice booms, "Tatiana Giordano!" I hear making me dread the moment, "Ta-" walking in the living room he stop in his tracks as his eyes meet the woman I now as Rosa, his eyes wide in what seem like horror, his brows furrowed, "Hi Alessandro" she says dryly, his eyes scanning the both of us, "what are you doing here?" He questions, "uhm I guess I need to leave" she says grabbing her shirt, "No! I wasn't done helping you" I squeal, "oh I will be fine this is nothing" she says slipping it on, "can I at least give you a clean shirt?" I question, "you've done enough thank you " she says before rushing out.
Marco and Luciano rushing in as confusion filled them.