property of the mafia

four

"you're joking!"

"no! he deadass tortured me for no reason."

"should i call the police? do i need to rock his shit?"

"i don't want you dragged into this mess and they're not going to do anything."

"you right. well it's a long time. are you sure you're going to be okay?"

"you know i'm a gangsta plus i got his card." i chuckled.

"card?! girl, why is he acting nice that's mad suspicious.."

"i know, big ole 'mafia man' just tossed his card at me."

"you're not special, i do that to strippers all the time." looking up i saw leo standing by the door.

"put me on speaker real quick." storm said. "listen here motherfucker. if i ever see you it's on-site, and i'll feed you to sharks.  okay? mr. fish food, you hear me?"

"tell your friend to eat a brick, and you, get out of my office."

i was dumbfounded. i didn't even know what to say and apparently storm was too. so i left, i mean what else could i do, it is his office. "it's still onsite though."

i went back to the kitchen and sat at the island. we talked for 30 more minutes until i decided i should explore, and see if i can get out.

i whispered, "um girl, i'm going to look around and see if i can get my black ass out of here. so i'll call you back or text you."

"alright, just be careful and if he tries some shit. let me know." i hung up. this house is huge, i'm sure there is a way to get out.

there was a window in the kitchen but it had bars over it. so i walked in the living area and saw three windows that didn't have anything stopping it. i tried to open them but it would not move and the glass looked bulletproof. i went over to the front door and wiggled the door knob, i needed to put in a code. "fuck."

i searched everywhere including the next two floors, i almost gave up until i found a window that wasn't properly secured. the mesh screen came right off and if i climbed out, i would be able to land in the bush below. i put it back and came up with a plan.

i have to get things i would need to survive out there because it looks like we're in the middle of nowhere. then i would simply just jump out and find a highway or gas station.

i roamed the hallways for a few and i noticed this door that looked untouched. how come no one went in here? my curiosity got to the best of me and i opened it and walked inside.

it looked like a girls bedroom, it had old toys and dolls laying around, but it was neat, nothing had been touched for years. why isn't anyone living in here? i was looking at the dresser and picked up a picture of a little girl with black hair. she looked just like leo, and she was pretty. i realized that the picture had the words in loving memory of sofia dinozzo.

oh shit. i didn't even notice the angry presence behind me until, "what the fuck do you think you're doing?" i got startled by the loud voice and dropped the photo frame causing it to shatter.

"oh my god. i'm so sorry." i dropped down and began to pick up the glass. "i will buy a new frame for-"

"just get out."

"i'm really sorry."

"get out!" i jumped a little and quickly rushed out, going to the room i woke up in. i felt a warm liquid trickle down my arm. there was a piece of glass stuck in my hand. looking in the bathroom, i couldn't find a medkit or even bandages.

i walked downstairs and i saw gio on the phone with someone. guess i'll just leave it in there. i suddenly got a sharp pain. "the hell!" gio turned around and stared at me with a questioning look, then he saw my blood stained arm sleeve.

"go knock on his door."

"i can't."

"uh why not?"

"he's mad at me."

"leo! come here!"

"what the fuck? i just needed a band aid, not a doctor."

he shrugged, and continued with his conversation. leo came out and said, "what?" i showed my hand, "follow me."

he led me to his bathroom and told me to sit on the counter. he took out a huge box filled with medical stuff. "i can do it myself."

"shut up."

i glared at him and hopped down. "nevermind. i don't need your help."

"stop being stubborn and sit." i was heading for the door, when he picked me up and placed me back on the counter. "don't be childish."

"oh so i'm being childish?"

"very. be still or i'll tie you up again."

he took out tweezers and my eyes widened, "wait! i feel much better. so basically-" before i could move my hand, he took out the glass making me yelp.

"get ready for the alcohol."

he poured the alcohol on my wound, "i'm going to kill you!" he then cleaned up the blood on my arm and wrapped my hand up with gauze.

"here take these." in his hands were antibiotics and a advil.

"so why didn't you kill me?" he ignored my question and was putting the things away. "you supposed to be in the mafia, don't they dispose of evidence right after?"

"you want me to dispose of you?"

"why not?" he still didn't answer. "i mean it's clear you don't want me here."

"are you not scared, i mean i could snap your neck right here."

"so do it. what's stopping you?"

he stared at me with disbelief and crossed his arms, "no."

"okay. pussy." i was getting up to leave, but i was pinned against the wall. "aww, i hurt your feelings?"

"you never know when to stop talking. everything that comes out is so aggravating."

"so why am i still here?!"

"because i couldn't." i punched him in his crotch area and he immediately dropped his arms and groaned.

"also, don't put your fucking hands on me. asshole."