Emilia~I took in a deep breath, before walking into big hall. I didn't expect to be walking into some sort of fancy, social gathering, so I was a little underdressed for the occasion. I struggled to understand how and why Donatello would choose a place like this for our Meetup but then again, I really shouldn't be expecting anything normal from him at this point.Men and women filled the hall and from the way they all carried themselves, I could tell they were either spoiled or filthy rich. Some cool instrumentals were playing in the background, as they chattered amongst each other, oblivious to my presence. It reminded me of how invisible an average person was around really wealthy people. It was like I didn't even exist to them.I made my way through the crowd, scanning the environment for any sign of Donatello. I clearly wasn't mistaken, as this happened to be the same Bayton suites I was directed to.He was probably somewhere watching me now and if I was right, he should be sen
Emilia~"Aaaw... don't be like that." Donatello taunted me, as I glared hard at him."The rules of the game are quite simple." He smiled."All you need to do is point out your sister from the two of them, and I'll kill the other one."He said it so casually, like it was the most normal thing. I already knew he was a very sick man, but somehow I keep getting surprised by the length he was willing to go to satisfy his psychotic cravings."Is it going to be this?" He smirked, pointing his gun at the female on his right."...or is it going to be that ?" He pointed the gun at the other female.Beads of sweat ran down my forehead, as I took a few steps towards the two females. Maybe if I get close enough, I'd be able to identify my sister."Not another step!" Donatello warned, halting me in my track almost instantly. I wasn't allowed to go closer than I already was, and I assumed I won't be allowed to touch and feel them also. Maybe it was time to focus on my sense of smell, but I doubt it
EmiliaThe entire lounge was suddenly thrown into a state of chaos, as bodies began dropping from every corner. I instantly knew it was the work of Marcelo with a sniper rifle, and I decided to take advantage of their momentary distraction to run away with Chloe.My sister also seemed to be quite scared and confused about what was going , so I rushed to her side to explain the situation to her."What the hell is going on?" She asked in a panic.There was no time, so I busied myself with untying the restraints from her hands, while answering her simultaneously."A friend of mine. We need to get you as far away from here as possible." I grunted out, as I finally helped her up to her feet.I looked around to see Donatello and his men busy spraying bullets in all directions, as Martinez took them out one after the other. It was definitely now or never and from the look on my sister's face, she understood what was really at stake. "Ready?" I whispered to her, as we gave each other knowing
Emilia~"No!" I screamed in horror, as Martinez was dealt blow after blow, and he sat there taking them all.His face was all bloodied up and his eyes were swollen. The cowards tied him up to prevent him from fighting back.."Stop! Leave him alone!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, thrashing around in the grip of the man that held me down.Only my screams could be heard throughout the entire hall, but the men of ignored me and continue with their torture on Martinez.Tears streamed down my cheeks as I watched suffer, and I felt a strong sense of guilt knowing that I was the reason he was suffering this much. "No... please!" I sobbed, desperately trying to reach for him, but all my cries fell on deaf ears.They weren't going to stop until he was dead. I just knew it.Donatello was observing the scene at a close-up, and the smile on his face was a clear indication that he was enjoying it way too much. He had his hands in his pockets so casually, as he watched his men pummel Martinez
Emilia~I was still yet to get over the shock of everything that had just happened within the past few hours. My head was spinning, as so many uncoordinated thoughts ran through my head. I thought about Marcelo and how he must have probably heard of my absence by now. He must be combing the entire island if Sicily in search of me, as this location wasn't exactly the first place that would come to his mind.Martinez had purposely blown up one of Donatello's warehouse in a last minute attempt to reveal his location. Who knew if Marcelo had finally gotten the message? Who knew if he would come marching with an army in search of me? He must have probably decided to give up on me, seeing as I had chosen my sister over him. Maybe he wasn't coming for me afterall?I looked up from where I was seated, to see my younger sister pacing restlessly in front of me. She had an annoyed look on her face, and I could tell the annoyance was directed at me.We've been locked in here for hours now and s
Marcelo~There was no part of this island that was unaccessible to me, so I made sure to comb thoroughly. However it's been over 18 hours and my men were yet to find any signs of Emilia or even my father.Immediately I heard that she and Martinez were missing, my father instantly came to mind as the main suspect. He must have lured her over, under the disguise of handing her sister back to her.Martinez probably followed her for protection, deciding that it would be futile to try and stop her. What scared me was how I still haven't heard a single word from either of them.Here I stood in the premises of one of my father's numerous mansions. This one served as his residential building, so I had expected to meet him here. I waited patiently, while my men combed the whole place. They found weapons, drugs and even stacks of cash. However, my father himself wasn't home. It made me fear what he was really up to, and what he was planning to achieve with this his ridiculous game of hide and
Emilia~"Somebody help!" My sister screamed at the top of her voice, as she knelt beside my quivering body.Her movements were frantic, as she was unsure of where to touch me and how to hold me."Please! Anyone, help!" She continued to cry out desperately, looking down at me with fear in her eyes.I was having a seizure, or at least that was what this was supposed to look like. I was also in awe of Chloe's acting skills, as she managed to look and sound pretty convincing.We were both doing our best to put up an act that would make those men walk right through the door. It was all part of our plan."She's going to die, please help!" Chloe became more frantic, going as far as banging on the door to give the impression that she was in a panicked state.The door suddenly opened to let in two of Donatello's men, and they looked pretty convinced by our act. One of them even appeared to be visibly paler, on seeing me. I was glad that everything was going according to plan."What the hell is
Emilia~Chloe swiped the stolen key card against the the lock on the door, and it immediately clicked open. "Fuck yeah!" She exclaimed, doing a little victory dance.I stayed right behind her, as she peeked her head through door to inspect the environment outside. She put her head back inside, before looking at me from head to toe. Chloe seemed to have a doubtful expression on her face as she regarded me, and it got me feeling a little anxious. I wanted to know what was going through her mind."What's the matter?" I questioned, a worried expression etched onto my face. "We're going to have to make a run for the elevator at the end of the hallway." She said, still eyeing me in a somewhat skeptical manner. I gave her an unimpressed look, as I registered what she was trying to say. "I just don't know if you'll fit in it." She remarked, like I was really that fat. "Haha, Chloe. Very funny!" I retorted sarcastically, shoving her out of my way to to peek through the door too. I hear
Emilia~A couple months have gone by since everything that happened between Chloe and Martinez. Things were slowly falling back into place, as Marcelo seemed to have found himself a new consigliere.I no longer had nightmares that keep me up all night, and I was grateful for that. I considered myself extremely lucky for having someone as sweet and as considerate as Marcelo.In a couple days, we'd officially be tying the knot and getting married. However, that wasn't the only thing I was looking forward to.I was counting days to my due date of delivery, as my stomach had gotten way bigger. My feet were very swollen, and I had added a few too many pounds within the past months.There were times when I woke up feeling disgusted by my reflection in the mirror, and ultimately slipping into some form of depression. I would look at former pictures of myself and compare them to the way I was looking right now, and all I'd do is cry and complain.Marcelo had always been patient with me all
Emilia~"Sounds to me like a really scary movie." Marcelo remarked with chuckle, earning a hard glare from me.I had taken my time to narrate the terrible nightmare I had last night, and that was all he had to say?He looked up to flash me an apologetic smile, before going back to buckling his shoes. I had already made up my mind to stop him from going out today or even tomorrow, pending when I stop getting dreams like that.Marcelo finally stood up to leave, after having been dressed up for work. He gave himself a once over in the nearby mirror, before grabbing his suitcase.I stubbornly maintained a position in front of the door, determined not to let him leave."Seriously?" Marcelo arched an eyebrow at my antic, and I couldn't tell if he was annoyed or amused by it."I'm not letting you out of my sight today." I said stubbornly."Because of one scary dream?" "Not a dream, Marcelo. It's a nightmare." I corrected."Besides, if you can get to tell me when I can and cannot go out, I s
Emilia~"What's the matter, Emilia?" He asked, grinning maliciously at me, from where he was tied to the chair."M... Martinez?" I managed to stutter, and his grin widened.I could see the gaping wound in his head from where he had been shot, and it freaked me out to no end. Wasn't he supposed to be dead?"This isn't real!" I muttered to myself, backing away slowly from him."Aren't you happy to see me, Emilia? Martinez continued, his voice higher by an octave.He was suddenly jumping around in the chair, tugging at his restraints with a crazed look in his eyes. My eyes widened at the horror that was unraveling before me, and I took further steps away from him. I was convinced that this was all a bad dream, but why the hell wasn't I waking up already?Martinez continued to thrash around in his seat, scaring me even more. He had a semblance to a wild, rabid animal with the way he behaved. Saliva was pouring from his from his mouth as he yelled and cuss at me, calling me names he neve
Emilia~The crowd was gone, and it was just me and Marcelo in the open clearing. Martinez's personal belongings lay on the ground before us. It was time for Marcelo to set them ablaze, but he was hesitating for obvious reasons.Turns out that setting fire to the personal belongings of someone you love, wasn't really an easy task. He bent down to pick a particular portrait of of a younger version of himself and Martinez. They were both in suits, and Martinez was the only one smiling in the picture."Our first mission together." Marcelo said in a nostalgic voice, running his fingers across the framed portrait. "He was the first alliance I ever made, even before I got my freedom from my father. He advised me to take the first step to my freedom, and that was how ended up being a mafia boss in the first place." "He was a brave man." I butt in from beside Marcelo, as we both looked at the portrait."Very brave." Marcelo agreed, before dropping the portrait back with the other stuff. "I
Emilia~Mourning the departure of a loved one was done a little differently in the mafia. Members are mandated to tattoo the name of the deceased onto their skin, as a way of ensuring that the individual would never be forgotten. Personally belongings and pictures of the deceased would also be burnt for whatever reason, and members were not allowed to shed tears, at least not in the public.Another thing was their unique way of burying their dead. Basically, they are allowed to choose how and where they want to be buried in the unfortunate event of their demise.Apparently, Martinez had requested for his body to be burnt, so here we were gathered in the middle of a large clearing. My eyes were fixated on the enormous fireplace that had been prepared for his body. I should say I was surprised by the number of people who were in attendance of Martinez's funeral. I saw both familiar and unfamiliar faces, some of which Marcelo took his time to tell me about. It was a Mafia's funeral,
Marcelo ~My father got away.Learning about that particular information had succeeded in pissing me off to no end. What do they mean by "he got away"? How could he have had information about our arrival on such a short notice."Listen, I don't care how long it takes or how much money it's going to cost me. I want you all to find that man and bring him to me." I seethed into the phone."Dead or alive, I want him here by tomorrow. Understood?" There was no hesitation from the other end of the phone, as my answer came almost instantly."Perfectly understood, Boss!" I hung up the call to make a series more, but then I realized that all my angry shouting was probably being a disturbance to Emilia. She had been in the bathroom for quite some time now, which was understandable. She had so much blood stains all over her. I turned to look towards the direction of the bathroom, and I could see her naked silhouette through the steam covered, glass walls. This way I was keeping an eye on her
Marcelo~"Search everywhere!" I barked at my men, as they scoured every nook and cranny of the five-star hotel.My father bought this place not too long ago, and I should have suspected, I should have known he was up to no good. What other reason was he going to need a hotel for, if not for the desire to carry on with his sick, twisted ways. I and my men have invaded this place, and we were carrying out a full sweep operation. One way or the other, I was going to fish him out. I knew he must be keeping Emilia and the others somewhere around, and it was only going to be a matter of time until they are found."Boss, you need to see this." One of my men called out, as he run towards my direction.The look on his face bore a semblance to that of someone who had just seen a ghost. I wasted no time in following him towards this "thing I needed to see".Running up a spiral flight of stairs that led to some kind of lounge, I saw what looked a portrait of my father hanging on a wall. "Someb
Emilia~Chloe swiped the stolen key card against the the lock on the door, and it immediately clicked open. "Fuck yeah!" She exclaimed, doing a little victory dance.I stayed right behind her, as she peeked her head through door to inspect the environment outside. She put her head back inside, before looking at me from head to toe. Chloe seemed to have a doubtful expression on her face as she regarded me, and it got me feeling a little anxious. I wanted to know what was going through her mind."What's the matter?" I questioned, a worried expression etched onto my face. "We're going to have to make a run for the elevator at the end of the hallway." She said, still eyeing me in a somewhat skeptical manner. I gave her an unimpressed look, as I registered what she was trying to say. "I just don't know if you'll fit in it." She remarked, like I was really that fat. "Haha, Chloe. Very funny!" I retorted sarcastically, shoving her out of my way to to peek through the door too. I hear
Emilia~"Somebody help!" My sister screamed at the top of her voice, as she knelt beside my quivering body.Her movements were frantic, as she was unsure of where to touch me and how to hold me."Please! Anyone, help!" She continued to cry out desperately, looking down at me with fear in her eyes.I was having a seizure, or at least that was what this was supposed to look like. I was also in awe of Chloe's acting skills, as she managed to look and sound pretty convincing.We were both doing our best to put up an act that would make those men walk right through the door. It was all part of our plan."She's going to die, please help!" Chloe became more frantic, going as far as banging on the door to give the impression that she was in a panicked state.The door suddenly opened to let in two of Donatello's men, and they looked pretty convinced by our act. One of them even appeared to be visibly paler, on seeing me. I was glad that everything was going according to plan."What the hell is