Rebecca Downhill (Becca) has known nothing in her life but a strict father who is involved in businesses with the Italian mafia in NY, an absent mother who has taught her to be obedient and fulfill her duties towards the family, and a twelve years o...
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Robert opens the iron door showing me some stairs going down into a basement.
It doesn't look good.
I know what that is. A dungeon. I fucking have one and hell, I know very well what it's for.
"Lucas, your men need to leave the guns up here. Sorry, no guns allowed," he says with a venomous smile.
I chuckle, refusing to let myself be intimidated, holding high his stare.
Shit, I see the sweat running down his temples and that speaks volumes to me.
It empowers me and I know I can pull this through. I wave to my guys to hand over the weapons and we all go down the stairs.
While walking slowly and proudly, I assess the basement which is just like any other gang basement, cement cold walls, blood-stained floor, chains all around, and in one of the corners, an iron bed is placed, covered with filthy sheets.
I picture myself Becca lying in there, chained and beaten and that raises a blast of anger in my chest.
My tie feels too fucking right around my neck, and my hands automatically clench in iron fists. I shouldn't bother talking to Robert. I should simply discharge my gun in his temple and be done with him.
But I need him to find Becca. I squeeze my jaws in anger although I feel like snapping his neck right here and now.
In front of us, there is a table with two chairs, one facing the back to the wall, the other one just across the table.
I know Robert is not himself, I can feel it, so I push him some more and walk directly to sit on the chair in front of the wall as if this is my own basement.
He chuckles surprised and sits in front of me.
"Your home is my home, Robert," I repeat his words of earlier.
I pull out my gun and place it on the table exactly in the middle, leaning forward, eyes glued on his face.
"Now Robert, let me just make it short for you. I don't bend. Not to you, not to any-fucking-body. You'll tell me where Becca is, nice and quiet. I take her, I leave, Benito will know nothing." I say, stressing each word carefully, making sure they get engraved in his fucking brain.
I know he has Becca and I know Benito is fucking hiding here, somewhere, but seeing Robert sweating in front of me tells me things are not as he wishes. And what he doesn't wish is to be on his own in all of this mess.
Something is cooking and I keep my senses sharp. I can't miss any detail, any move, any smirk on his face.
My mind goes back to Gio and his men who are out there, waiting.
I have half an hour to take her back... or me going out. Alone. Well, twenty minutes, to be more specific.
I know she's here. I can feel her and the thought of getting out of here without her is making me insanely mad. And weak.
