Il Mio Capo Mafioso Italiano

XX

Lorenzo's POV:

I couldn't take this waiting any longer.

I had brought Mavery up to my penthouse and called one of my doctors. Of course, she came immediately. Now I was sitting in my living room, waiting for the news.

I tried to go in with Mavery, but the doctor, Fernando, told me it was better if I didn't. Normally I wouldn't have listened, but Luca and Elijah showed up and forced me to. I wasn't in the state of mind to argue.

I was enraged that my own men would do something like this.

"Boss I got the CCTV footage from the cells." Elijah says.

Elijah is not only one of my most trusted men, but also one of the worlds best hackers. Luca specializes in sniping, and James works with bombs. Howard, one of my fathers old friends, worked for me too. He was a very smart guy, and often helped plan our missions. I knew he was hiding something from me, but I also knew if it was important he would've told me, and him being a traitor is not a possibility, so that isn't really high up in my to do list.

The TV in front of us suddenly turned on, and was replaced with black and white security footage. It showed several different rooms. One being the main room of the cells, then one of the cells, then the storage room upstairs. I didn't question Elijah, and knew something must happen there for him to be showing it.

"Play it." I demanded, but Elijah was a little hesitant. "Are you sure Boss? It's a little...." he trailed off. "Don't make me repeat myself." I said once more.

Elijah sighed and started clicking at his computer keys. The video started playing a few seconds later.

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Mavery's POV:

Everything was hurting as I sat up in a strange bedroom. I panicked, not recognizing anything around me.

The last thing I remember was being chained up and seeing Lorenzo storm in, clearly pissed off at the man who had been doing this. I was fighting passing out the whole night, but for some reason seeing Lorenzo there put my mind at rest, and urged me to give in. Something in me knew he would take care of me.

I felt like I couldn't breath with all these tubes hooked up to my body, so I jumped from the bed, ripping all of them loose.

Then a man walked in, he seemed to be in his 20s, he was very well build and tall. Just like every man who has hurt me.

"G-get away from me" my mind wandered to what he would do to me, and I started to hyperventilate. He approached me, but I couldn't make out his face because my eyesight was getting blurry. I heard sound but it was very muffled, so I couldn't even make out what he was saying. What I could see was a needle he was holding in his hand.

Flashback-

"W-what are you doing?"

"Just giving you something to help you loosen up a little, don't worry it won't hurt too bad." My father smiles at me while walking towards me with a syringe and a needle in hand. Oh god please no.

He would always drug me to make it easier to beat me up without me fighting back. He told me it was my fault, and if I just didn't fight back he wouldn't have to do it. But I continuously chose to try and fight him every time he would hurt me, knowing what the punishment would be.

I hated being drugged.

The feeling of not being able to move, but my mind being present. The feeling of your eyelids being barely light enough to keep even the slightest bit open. I hated it.