𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 | 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎

𝟐𝟔.𝟎𝟎

                                                                                        "You're gonna tell me everything you know, Princess."

Mattia got into his newly bought car. It was a Tesla, model x. He considered it, other than Alejandro and Elijah, his most prized possession. He got into the car, sitting the suitcase down in the passenger seat.

His right hand which held the key traveled to the ignition. He put the key into the ignition and turned it, the car beginning to rev. Mattia smiled and his hands gripped the steering wheel.

Just before backing up, though, his Rolex was twisted to the side, making the time hard to see. The italian's eyebrows furrowed and he adjusted it. He rested both hands on the steering wheel again and drove off.

He looked at the address he was texted. It was one he didn't recognize.. Weird. He pulled up to the house and it was odd.. It looked abandoned. But it couldn't be. One of his soldiers had sent him the address.. This was to be the house in which they would discuss how the mafia was going.

Mattia pulled the keys from the ignition and got out of the car, suitcase in hand. He locked his car and traveled up to the porch. He opened the door which was unlocked. He walked inside and jumped when the door shut behind him. He turned around and his eyes widened.

He attempted to make some kind of noise but a hand was put over his mouth. He began to hit and kick at his attacker but two more guys came up from behind him. His arms were harshly pulled back and he was handcuffed tightly, making him cry out into the man's hand. The other man cuffed his legs so Mattia could no longer kick.

The hands were removed from his mouth but a new set of hands replaced the first set quickly. The man that stood in front of Mattia reached into his pocket and pulled out duct tape. He ripped a piece and nodded to the man behind Mattia.

The hands were removed. Mattia didn't even bother to make a noise. He knew his attacker. There was no escape. The duct tape was put over his mouth with no struggle. "Mattia.." The man chuckled. "You shouldn't always trust everyone you come into contact with.. Even your own soldiers." The man smirked and paced. "Get him in the trunk. We take him back for questioning.. And you know the rest."

The two men behind Mattia nodded and picked him up as if he were nothing. He was taken out a backdoor and slid into the trunk. The trunk closed and darkness flooded the area. Mattia cried carelessly, letting his tears fall. He was weak, easy to break.

After thirty minutes the care came to a stop. The trunk opened and Mattia blinked, trying to get used to the new lighting that surrounded them. He was pulled out of the trunk harshly by the two men. He was then walked inside of a warehouse.

Mattia now sat in a chair, his hands tied to the back of it with ropes. His legs were each tied to one of the two chair legs. A small, dim lightbulb hung above him. The room was pitch black, the lightbulb being the only source of light.

The duct tape had been removed, but Mattia didn't dare make a sound. He knew the pain that was coming for him. Now he just waited. His head tilted up when he heard a door close. There stood the man that had kidnapped him. "Where do I even start with your mafia? First of all, what the hell kind of mafia name is Disciples?"

Mattia's voice was raspy. "A disciple was a person who followed Jesus while he lived.. That's what we represent." The man who stood in front of Mattia just shook his head. "Do you even know who I am?" He asked.

Mattia's expression turned to pure hatred for the man. "Of course I know who you are. You're none other than Jake the great." Mattia's last sentence was sarcastic and said in a mocking tone. Jake slapped Mattia, hard across the face. Mattia didn't care though. Jake grabbed a handful of the italian's thick, black hair and yanked his head upwards, making Mattia flinch.

"You're gonna tell me everything you know, Princess." Jake said, clearly mocking Alejandro.