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Hundred & Sixty-Five: Pain (2)
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Natalia's POV: I didn't know how long they'd been driving. Minutes? Hours? It felt endless in the dark, cramped trunk—for some weird reason, it had a little bit of ventilation so I wasn't exactly suffocating but wasn't entirely comfortable either. My legs and back ached from the position I'd squeezed into and I was too scared to adjust, or keep changing position lest I get caught and sent back home cause I could really picture a fuming Carlo making an order for a car to take me back and I can't let that happen.The car suddenly lurched forward, and forced me to move too, making me bump my toe and the handle on the gun dug into the skin of my stomach in the process. I had to bite my tongue to keep me from crying out.Just great.It was already a long and uncomfortable ride and I definitely didn't need anymore suffering.I was just wondering how far the location was. Then, finally, the car slowed, rolling to a stop. I was really doing this. I thought, gently brushing the gun tucked
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Natalia’s POV:“You… you can’t do that!” I spat as my mind raced wildly. The man’s index finger curled around the trigger. “You underestimate me, piccolina.” His deep voice was cold and void of any emotion. My blood ran cold as I broke out in cold sweat. I was glued to a spot.Torn between wanting to agree and disagree. Just moments ago I could almost taste my freedom and dreams. I worked my butt off for years to be awarded a fully funded scholarship. Everyone else was going off to college in a few weeks. I couldn't possibly follow a stranger across the continent to get married. War raged inside me at his threat. I can’t let this man ruin everything for me. I won’t back down. I have to call the cops. As if dad heard my thoughts. “Na… Natalia…” Dad breathed as tears rolled down his cheeks.“Plea… please do as he says. Don Carlo’s going to kill me if you don't.”Don Carlo? My heart squeezed painfully at his plea. He might have been an asshole to me all my life but he was still my f
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Carlo's POV:“Answer it,” I ordered. Enzo gave a slight nod before swiping at his screen and placing the call on speaker.“Hello?” He said, eyes not leaving mine.There was a little whimpering noise before a distorted male voice filtered in through the phone speaker, “You're not Don Carlo.”I froze.How could he tell? Enzo cleared his throat, his eyes still on mine as he spoke, “Speak. He can hear you.”“Ah,” the man huffed a little laugh. “Good. Good.” “Where are the girls?” Enzo asked impatiently, his voice exuding dominance and anger. “Hai fatto un grosso errore a fare una mossa del genere, bastardo.” {You made a big mistake pulling a stunt like this, bastard}Laughter filtered in through the phone speaker, a mocking, degrading sound. “You don't get to call the shots, stronzo. I do…” He trailed off but the silence was immediately replaced by a loud, pain-filled scream, piercing through the air enough to make my pulse stutter.Angela. My heart stopped.That was Angela.I moved, r
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Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Sixty-Five: Pain (2)
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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & SIXTY-FOUR:Angela's POV:TW: Violence, S/A (Please proceed with caution) I knew this was too good to be true.“You think you're so brave, bitch!” A voice snarled from behind me in the darkness as cold sweat broke out across my skin. My stomach lurched so violently, I almost shit myself from fear. My attacker's grip on my hair tightened and I could have sworn I lost some hair at that moment, but it was irrelevant. What was the loss of a few strands of hair compared to the fact that I'd been caught trying to escape by brutal, terrible men? “I'm sorry,” I heard myself whimper—it was all I could do in this situation, apologize. “The… the little girl is ill.. I..I had to do something. I'm sorry.” Cold, dark laughter shook the room, making my stomach clench. “Told ya this crippled bitch was smarter than she looked,” This voice was different from the one who spoke earlier.I was in deep trouble. I knew that so I tried to talk my way out of it. “Please, I'm telli
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Angela's POV:Wait…Were we really the only ones here? Like just Ava and I?I peered harder into the darkness, squinting harder like that would make me see any better. But there was nothing in the shadows, no movements, no sound, nothing.We really are alone.That realization made my heart pound harder as a thought formed in my head. My eyes darted to where my wheelchair lay, discarded carelessly from where one of the men had kicked it while making fun of me.“We could escape,” I whispered to no one in particular. All I needed to do was get to my chair. I had zero clue about where we were but I could come up with something when we finally made it out of here. Hopefully.With that plan set in mind, I shook Ava slowly. God, she was really hot, it was scary. She mumbled incoherently in her sleep making soft whimpers. She must be in a lot of pain.“Hey,” I whispered so close to her ears, trying to get her to wake up and I wondered if it was a good idea waking her up. “Ava, baby. Please
