property of the mafia

two

my head is fucking killing me. is this what death feels like? maybe i should have gone to church more.

"wake up sweet cheeks." God is italian? ice water was suddenly poured onto my head, my eyes popped open. "there we go." disappointment flooded through me, i wasn't dead.

"is this a prank?" i groaned. somehow my arms and legs were restrained and i wasn't sure where i was. everything was blurry, but this place was definitely not my apartment. "i can't see for shit."

"blink."

"wow i didn't think of that." i was being sarcastic but my vision did get clearer and i finally saw who was talking to me. "oh you aren't that scary." he lifted up his shirt to show me a gun, i chuckled a little bit. "i had two exes with guns. try again please."

he rolled his eyes and went to go sit on the chair across from me. "so what is matteo planning?"

"who?"

"don't play games, we know that you know."

"that diameter equals two radius? are we talking about my old math teacher?"

"do you even know a matteo?"

"i mean my teachers name was matt but i think he died."

the man took out a burner phone and was texting somebody. "am i going to die because if so can you hurry up?"

"you'll have to ask leo." he said, motioning to the door that burst open with another man. he was different, way more scary, i mean he looked furious. i can't believe i thought my dad was terrifying.

"on my dead cat, i have no idea who matteo is."

"gio. you can go."

as he headed out leo emptied a black duffle bag which had chains, whips, knives, guns, you name it and its there. rihanna was lying, this does not make me excited. "this seems a bit racist. oh come on this is not how i wanted to-"

"my great grandmother is black, now shut up."

"i mean y'all wanted me to talk. but fine i guess."

"so, should we do this the easy way or the fun way? its just a little bit of info, and it could be no skin off your nose."

i spat in his face. fuck, i should've have thought twice. he only shaked his head, wiping it away.

"so the fun way it is, then!"

* * *

after a few hours, he finally stopped tormenting me. "please just kill me," i cried. i'm bleeding from multiple cuts and bruised from how hard i struggled. i knew i couldn't win, but i had to at least try.

"why should I do that," he mumbles into my ear. "after all, i do need you." he runs his fingers down my side, gently at first. "you're so beautiful, i can't help but want to touch you." he suddenly squeezed one of my bruises causing me to scream.

"f-fuck you."

"you shouldn't have said that or spit in my face. remember this is on you." he said as he pushed me over, the hard surface of the chair collided with my back. "now, last chance." he moved to where he is hovering over my chest. "what is matteo going to do?"

"i s-swear i don't k-know." He grabbed a large chef knife and raised his hands to a stabbing position. i closed my eyes preparing myself and then i heard.

"capo, abbiamo preso la y/n sbagliata." a familiar voice announced. i don't know what gio said but it made him throw the knife across the room.
(boss, we grabbed the wrong y/n.)

"cazzo antonio."
(fucking antonio)

i was left sobbing for something i did not know. i don't think I'm going to leave here alive. at least with the way these guys operate.