❝ you got me in chains ❞
-nick jonas
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I awoke to the sound of metal clanging, startling me from my slumber. Slumber? I don't remember falling-
"Chanel?" A familiar voice echoed through wherever the fuck I am.
"Cass? Where are we?" I questioned cautiously, making sure I'm not too loud. God knows what the mafia men would do if I make too much noise.
"I think we're in a prison," Cass's voice floats in the air as I glance around my environment. Sure enough, I was surrounded by crusty concrete walls and a locked gate in front of me. Hastily, I stood up, my weak knees wobbling as I took frantic steps towards the steel door. I tried to reach for the lock, only to stumble back as I lost my footing. Curiously, I peered down to find my left ankle shackled to the back wall with chains.
"Those fuckers must have drugged us," I hushed as I inspected the contraption around my foot.
"Chanel, I'm right next to you! Look through the hole!" Cass urged as I heard something shift from the other side of the wall. Slowly, I made my way to the right wall from where the commotion was coming from. I spotted a hole the size of my palm on the floor in the back corner. I carefully peered through and spotted a hopeful Cass in a crouching position.
"Oh thank god you're actually here!" Cass exclaimed as I released a breathe of relief.
"Wait Cass! Did you take your test? Whatever that is?" I asked, carefully gauging her reactions.
"No! I think they want to test you, too. But for now we're stuck in this dusty hell-hole," she huffed as she repositioned herself, placing her head on her crossed arms while laying down to face the hole we were communicating through.
"Wait how long were we-" I was quickly cut off by the sound of a hefty door opening and closing. Cass and I shared a nervous glance before shuffling towards the opposite side of our cells, away from the hole.
"I want to see the people who stole from this family, goddamn it!" A woman's voice echoed through the prison. I feel like I've heard that voice before, I thought to myself, forcing my brain to seep into the deepest crevices of my memories. A series of footsteps grew louder then halted.
"No! Ma! I already told you! Armando said you can't come!" A male voice rang out. I quirked my eyebrow as I recognized Blondie's voice. Why that son of a bi-
"Eduardo Luca Bianchi! I swear to your fathers grave that I will punish these thieves myself!" The woman huffed, her clacking heels vibrating throughout the structure. Cass's cell door creaked from beside me.
"This is the little girl that infiltrated my family huh?" The woman asked. I heard nothing but silence in response, followed by a grunt, clanking of metal, and some shuffling noises.
"No, there's another one," Blondie responds, clearly upset that his mother followed him here.
Suddenly, the prison gate to my cell flung open, revealing Cass in Blondie's clutches. He forcefully pushed Cass inside with me like a rag doll. She whimpered slightly as she sat up next to me.
"Watch it, jackass," I grumbled as I held Cass in a tight embrace, fearing she would disappear at any second. Fear radiated off of her like the sun and its rays. I could feel my conscience grow guiltier by the second. Why did I have to drag her into this? She could be at home, acing her finals, not caught in a sticky mess that I created.
"You have a visitor. I'll be leaving you three alone so no funny business ladies. Just a reminder that I have trained assassins right around the corner," Blondie muttered in frustration as he walks out of the cell. "You can come now, Ma."
The sound of the woman's clacking heels comes closer until she stands in front of our cell, cloaked by the shadows.
"So you two thought you could get away after stealing from the strongest Mafia in the world, huh?" She asks. I shake my head in irritation as I try to figure out where I heard that voice.
However, I didn't have to wait long until the woman advances, taking slow steps towards us. I first saw her perfectly hot pink pumps before her legs came into the light, followed by her matching tailored baby pink suit jacket and skirt. Lastly, her face entered the spotlight as she showed off her recognizable angled features and electric eyes. I gasped once I came to realization of who the woman before me was.
"Donna?!"
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"Who the hell are you?" She snapped, her beautiful face contorting into one of anger.
"I-It's me! Chanel!" I exclaimed, still shocked that the woman I consider my mother is standing before me. She raised an eyebrow, still unimpressed.
"Shit! You don't recognize me! What was that stupid name you used to call me? Cheerios? No, it was like Oreo or something. Chips Ahoy? That doesn't make sense," I rambled, biting my lip as I tried to remember this crucial piece of information while Cass looked at me as if I grew another head. I could sense her eyes boring into the side of my face, probably asking me what the hell I'm doing. "Cookie! That's it! It's me! Cookie!" I exclaimed excitedly, raising to my feet so I could be eye level with her. I observed as her face muscles relaxed and her eyes glossed over.
"C-C-Cookie? I-Is that really you, sweetheart?" She gasped as she ran toward me, engulfing me in her bone-crushing hugs that I've missed. Her motherly warmth engulfed me, taking me back to my childhood with the sweetly sickening aroma of her cheap perfume. But it wasn't her sweet perfume that I smelled. No, it was an expensive floral scent that invaded my nostrils.
"Yeah," I sniffled into her expensive coat, tears threatening to fall form my eyes. I'm finally reunited with the one that I consider my mother! I can't believe that she's here in the flesh, holding me as if I would vanish in thin air.
"God! I've missed you so much, dear!" She said as she held my face in her hands, happy tears streaming down her face like two identical waterfalls.
"I've missed you too," I babbled, stuffing my face into her shoulder, and breathing in her familiar fragrance. Our reunion was cut short as someone cleared their throat from across the room. Donna and I simultaneously turned our heads to look at the culprit.
"So you two know each other?" Cass questioned, beyond confused of the situation. She was still seated with a metal chain attached to her ankle. My eyes followed the long chain until it landed on a large ball link to the end of it. What the fu-
"Come, come! We have to catch up, cookie! Bring your friend too!" Donna marveled as she called for a guard to release us from the shackles. Cass and I nodded gratefully, thankful that we were able to walk as we followed Donna through the prison.
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