the reaity of Victoria Francesa

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jack pov-

"you guys are the police for god sake do something to find her before she dies" i yell into the phone my voice breaking at the last word

"sir we understand your worried but keep calm we have investigators working the case as we speak" the man said from the other side of phone.

i was about to mouth something before millie snatched the phone from my hand.
"he's just stressed, please just keep us updated" she said sweetly hanging up shoving the phone on my chest.
"calm down" she said as she walked into the kitchen sitting at the bar.

toris pov-

the woman lead me to a fairly large room that didn't have any windows but had a large fan/light in the middle with a twin bed in the middle. a small wooden nightstand was to the right as a small closet was to the left.

"here's your room, i'll get you a change of clothes due to that dick getting your top bloody" she said as she stepped out the room.

minutes later a knock interrupted me from searching the unfamiliar room as the woman walked in holding folded clothes.

she walks to me smiling as she hands me the sweats and the large chicago sweatshirt.

i smiled thanking her while she nodded turning to leave.

"wait!" i said as she looked at me.

"who are you? and why are you so much nicer then the other people?" she looked at me trying not to laugh as she walked to me.

"you never did anything to me so why should i bother in the affaires of petty family drama. also my name is camila keens, diego and andre's cousin"

"oh okay-" she cuts me off "but don't underestimate me, i grew up being the only girl in the house of high ranking gang members" she smirks "well sorry missy" i laugh.

she leaves the room as i change out of the bloody top, before our conversation she cleaned up my cut.

i then felt around the pockets of my old pants and jacket and i couldn't find my phone.

"looking for something" i hear andre voice hum. i turn to see him leaving against the door frame.

"do you know what knocking is!? i could have been naked!" i yelled at him rolling my eyes at the idiotic boy.

"oh i'll throw a dollar at something if i haven't seen it before" he said jumping onto the small bed.
i laugh as i cross my arms looking down at the boy.

"what are you doing?" i ask in pure confusion. he seems so happy compared to the other men i've 'met'.

"well i thought i would hang out with someone who doesn't talk about hookers and drugs all the time" he says putting his arms across the bed.

"if i may ask, why are you with them? like are you apart of their gang or what?" i questioned my kidnapper and old bully.

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