Athena I ran, I ran as fast as my short legs would take me. The last time I ran this fast was when I was trying to run from the policeman who wanted to take me back to Romano, ten years ago after Iād escaped from his mansion. Yeah, he had people there, and I didnāt know any better. Here I am again, running on this familiar street to the one person I know could get me the hell out of Sicily. I arrived in front of the familiar house, gasping for air. The house hasnāt really changed since the last time I was here, I just hope he still lives here. I didnāt think to ask for his current address the last time we spoke, I didnāt think Iād need it. Okay, letās back it up a little shall we? I escaped from Lucianoās fortress but not with the book-shopping plan, yeah that didnāt work. Lucianoās men refused to let me out of the house but they volunteered to help me get what I needed after I took them on a little guilt trip. So while they were about to leave, I might have sneaked into their
Athena Dante got me out of Italy safely and Iām back in America, on my way home. He didn't go back to Italy though, he said he'd stick around for a bit to make sure we were safe pending the time I decide whether or not I'll tell my Mom about Romano, and couldn't be more grateful. Itās a weekend, Iām sure Sophieās home. I arrived at my apartment and knocked on the door. I heard Sophieās voice asking whose there, I couldnāt believe how happy I was to hear her annoying voice. She opened the door and contrary to the hugs and kisses I was expecting, the bitch tit-punched me. āWhat the fuck Sophie?!ā I groaned āāIāll call you as soon as possible?ā Bitch itās been four fucking months. I had to lie to everyone that you were on some self-introspection journey somewhere in Africa and mom, she kept on asking about you and I had to cook up a new story every Thursday whenever she called and I was so fucking worried about you that I even thought of flying to Italy.ā Sophie fumed āIām sorry ok
Athena āSHUT THE FUCK UPā After hitting snooze the gazillionth time, I just had to silence the poor thing, forever. R.I.P. Rest In pieces. Damn it, now I need a new alarm clock. āThat another alarm clock?ā And thatās my annoying ride-or-die bestie/housemate/ course-mate/sister everything, Sophie. Her mom adopted me when she found me wandering around like a ghost who refused to go toward the light. They took care of me ever since.Sophie is literally the worst best thing that can happen to you. āSeriously girl, you gotta stop throwing those clocks, itās the fifth one this monthā āMIND YOUR BUSINESSā I yelled. I know throwing those clocks is not exactly how I should turn them off but it's just so satisfying to throw āem. āGirl, I'm ma swim to Bikini Bottom and get you Spongebob's alarm clock,ā she said, her annoying ass was on my bed trying to get me out of my super comfy bed, whatās funny is that the bed wasnāt even this comfy last night. āGet up, get up, get upā She was shaking th
Athena I woke up sandwiched between two huge men. āWhat the fuck is going on?ā I yelled but no response. āIf itās money y'all want, youāve got the wrong girl, cause the only family I got is a dead bit brokeā Okay, thatās a lie, Sophie's mom, my mom is filthy rich. She got a lot of money from the divorce from her ex-husband and invested it in pretty much everything and now she's a very successful businesswoman but let's hope they don't know that. No reaction from them Hold on, are they deaf? āOh no, do they know that I was lying? I donāt think am being kidnapped for ransom. Was I being taken by human traffickers? Were they going to sell my organs? Or worse, was I going to be sold into prostitution? Hell no, I would rather be sold piece by piece.ā At this point, I was so frigging scared, my thoughts were running a thousand miles per second but I tried to calm myself down and think less negatively. Maybe this was Dylanās twisted way of being romantic, or maybe Sophie was playing
Luciano *Gunshots, loud thuds* āCongratulations, youāre now the head of your family. Long live the new boss.ā I told the whimpering young boy in front of me after I had just shot his father and older brother. Their bodyguards were dead too, I let my men take care of the bodyguards. Thatās what they get for questioning my orders. I moved closer to the boy and whispered āI hope, for your own sake, you donāt make the same mistake your predecessors madeā his eyes were wide open and he was shaking all over as he watched in horror the lifeless bodies of his father and brother and bodyguards. āAnswer me when I am talking to you, boyā āYeā¦yeā¦yes sirā āGood. Now run alongā I told the boy. āMake sure he gets home safely,ā I told Milo, one of my most trusted men. āYes boss,ā He said and left with the boy. āBoss, the package has arrivedā Luca announced, my other trusted man. āWell, well, looks like the madman is serious about this dealā I scoffed. āAh, what do I do with Romanoā I sighe
Athena The box finally stopped moving after 12 hours of being shipped around in Romanoās private jet like a FRIGGING DOLL. I peep through the holes in the box and I saw Romano's men handing some documents to someone out of my view. I heard them say something like 'enjoy' and then I heard retreating footsteps. āEnjoy? What am I, pizza?ā Thatās it, am done with this charade. I kicked the box open and wow this house is fineeee. The floor was made of marble, it had an elegant rug at the center and a beautiful chandelier hanging at the top. There were paintings on the wall. The whole place was a mix of traditional and modern styles, definitely my style. Forget the house these guys are finer. Gosh, Italian guys are THE hottest on the planet. Maybe being kidnapped wasnāt exactly all that bad. But these guys also look scary as hell. There was a particular man in front of me, he looked like the boss. Am guessing heās this friend Romano was talking about. He was tall, had a broad chest, a
AthenaOne of the maids brought me to a room Iām assuming is going to be my prison cell for the next six months.āSo, uhm⦠Iām Athena. Whatās your name?ā I tried starting a conversation with the maid, I mean if Iām going to be here for eight months, might as well make some friends.āMy name is Cecilia. The bathroom is over there and the closet is right thereā she said pointing at the corner of the room. āThere are a lot of clothes in the closet, all new, boss got them. Dinner will be ready in 10, you might want to freshen up. Do call me if you need anything." She spoke to me like she was addressing a 9-year-old and left before I could even say anything else.āAnnnd off she goes. Did she say dinner will be ready in 10? who gives a lady ten minutes to get ready. Fuck that, Imāma get ready whenever the fuck I wantāA sigh escaped my lips as I went to check the closetāDamn, their boss got good tasteāI stepped into the bathroom thinking of how hot Iād look for dinner and I stepped out, th
Athena The bright rays of sunshine that peeked through the curtain almost blinded me as my eyes fluttered open, making me squint. I woke up from a beautiful dream to a nightmare. It's BEEN THREE FUCKING MONTHS IN THIS HELL HOLE and I have completely lost my mind. I am more or less than a prisoner here. The first month was okay, you know, like taking a vacation. But now I see this place for what it is, HELL. I am not allowed to leave the house, I have nobody to talk to, the maids are stiff as fuck and donāt even let me get started on Lucianoās men, and as for Luciano, I havenāt seen him in weeks If I needed anything, I had to tell the maids and theyād convey it to Luciano. Do we even live in the same house? Yeah, I had access to the internet for my online classes, but other than that I couldn't do anything else, I had no access to social media and my life has been, I repeat, HELL. This is so not what I had signed up for. But amid all the emotional torture, I had a ray of sunshine
Athena Dante got me out of Italy safely and Iām back in America, on my way home. He didn't go back to Italy though, he said he'd stick around for a bit to make sure we were safe pending the time I decide whether or not I'll tell my Mom about Romano, and couldn't be more grateful. Itās a weekend, Iām sure Sophieās home. I arrived at my apartment and knocked on the door. I heard Sophieās voice asking whose there, I couldnāt believe how happy I was to hear her annoying voice. She opened the door and contrary to the hugs and kisses I was expecting, the bitch tit-punched me. āWhat the fuck Sophie?!ā I groaned āāIāll call you as soon as possible?ā Bitch itās been four fucking months. I had to lie to everyone that you were on some self-introspection journey somewhere in Africa and mom, she kept on asking about you and I had to cook up a new story every Thursday whenever she called and I was so fucking worried about you that I even thought of flying to Italy.ā Sophie fumed āIām sorry ok
Athena I ran, I ran as fast as my short legs would take me. The last time I ran this fast was when I was trying to run from the policeman who wanted to take me back to Romano, ten years ago after Iād escaped from his mansion. Yeah, he had people there, and I didnāt know any better. Here I am again, running on this familiar street to the one person I know could get me the hell out of Sicily. I arrived in front of the familiar house, gasping for air. The house hasnāt really changed since the last time I was here, I just hope he still lives here. I didnāt think to ask for his current address the last time we spoke, I didnāt think Iād need it. Okay, letās back it up a little shall we? I escaped from Lucianoās fortress but not with the book-shopping plan, yeah that didnāt work. Lucianoās men refused to let me out of the house but they volunteered to help me get what I needed after I took them on a little guilt trip. So while they were about to leave, I might have sneaked into their
Athena I woke up panting like I just ran an ultra-marathon. I just had a nightmare that Romano found me and sold me to a mafia don, and I missed my graduation. Oh, it wasnāt a dream, it is my fucking reality, and I might just miss my own graduation. I massaged my temple and tried to calm down. I have to find a way to convince Luciano to let me go back to L.A., even if it is just for two weeks. āDear God, thank you for waking me up again this morning. I pray that my day is less shiā¦frustrating and that I donāt miss my finals and graduation, and I pray that Sophie and Mom are okay. Amen.ā After saying my prayers, I yelled into my pillow, went to the bathroom, did my business, and dressed. I wore a sleeveless, knee-length floral dress and did my hair in a rough ponytail. It's time to have my usual lonely breakfast. I sluggishly walked down the grand marble stairs and into the dining room, where I was met with the delicious aroma of breakfast and the site of Luciano, Gio, and a few o
Athena The bright rays of sunshine that peeked through the curtain almost blinded me as my eyes fluttered open, making me squint. I woke up from a beautiful dream to a nightmare. It's BEEN THREE FUCKING MONTHS IN THIS HELL HOLE and I have completely lost my mind. I am more or less than a prisoner here. The first month was okay, you know, like taking a vacation. But now I see this place for what it is, HELL. I am not allowed to leave the house, I have nobody to talk to, the maids are stiff as fuck and donāt even let me get started on Lucianoās men, and as for Luciano, I havenāt seen him in weeks If I needed anything, I had to tell the maids and theyād convey it to Luciano. Do we even live in the same house? Yeah, I had access to the internet for my online classes, but other than that I couldn't do anything else, I had no access to social media and my life has been, I repeat, HELL. This is so not what I had signed up for. But amid all the emotional torture, I had a ray of sunshine
AthenaOne of the maids brought me to a room Iām assuming is going to be my prison cell for the next six months.āSo, uhm⦠Iām Athena. Whatās your name?ā I tried starting a conversation with the maid, I mean if Iām going to be here for eight months, might as well make some friends.āMy name is Cecilia. The bathroom is over there and the closet is right thereā she said pointing at the corner of the room. āThere are a lot of clothes in the closet, all new, boss got them. Dinner will be ready in 10, you might want to freshen up. Do call me if you need anything." She spoke to me like she was addressing a 9-year-old and left before I could even say anything else.āAnnnd off she goes. Did she say dinner will be ready in 10? who gives a lady ten minutes to get ready. Fuck that, Imāma get ready whenever the fuck I wantāA sigh escaped my lips as I went to check the closetāDamn, their boss got good tasteāI stepped into the bathroom thinking of how hot Iād look for dinner and I stepped out, th
Athena The box finally stopped moving after 12 hours of being shipped around in Romanoās private jet like a FRIGGING DOLL. I peep through the holes in the box and I saw Romano's men handing some documents to someone out of my view. I heard them say something like 'enjoy' and then I heard retreating footsteps. āEnjoy? What am I, pizza?ā Thatās it, am done with this charade. I kicked the box open and wow this house is fineeee. The floor was made of marble, it had an elegant rug at the center and a beautiful chandelier hanging at the top. There were paintings on the wall. The whole place was a mix of traditional and modern styles, definitely my style. Forget the house these guys are finer. Gosh, Italian guys are THE hottest on the planet. Maybe being kidnapped wasnāt exactly all that bad. But these guys also look scary as hell. There was a particular man in front of me, he looked like the boss. Am guessing heās this friend Romano was talking about. He was tall, had a broad chest, a
Luciano *Gunshots, loud thuds* āCongratulations, youāre now the head of your family. Long live the new boss.ā I told the whimpering young boy in front of me after I had just shot his father and older brother. Their bodyguards were dead too, I let my men take care of the bodyguards. Thatās what they get for questioning my orders. I moved closer to the boy and whispered āI hope, for your own sake, you donāt make the same mistake your predecessors madeā his eyes were wide open and he was shaking all over as he watched in horror the lifeless bodies of his father and brother and bodyguards. āAnswer me when I am talking to you, boyā āYeā¦yeā¦yes sirā āGood. Now run alongā I told the boy. āMake sure he gets home safely,ā I told Milo, one of my most trusted men. āYes boss,ā He said and left with the boy. āBoss, the package has arrivedā Luca announced, my other trusted man. āWell, well, looks like the madman is serious about this dealā I scoffed. āAh, what do I do with Romanoā I sighe
Athena I woke up sandwiched between two huge men. āWhat the fuck is going on?ā I yelled but no response. āIf itās money y'all want, youāve got the wrong girl, cause the only family I got is a dead bit brokeā Okay, thatās a lie, Sophie's mom, my mom is filthy rich. She got a lot of money from the divorce from her ex-husband and invested it in pretty much everything and now she's a very successful businesswoman but let's hope they don't know that. No reaction from them Hold on, are they deaf? āOh no, do they know that I was lying? I donāt think am being kidnapped for ransom. Was I being taken by human traffickers? Were they going to sell my organs? Or worse, was I going to be sold into prostitution? Hell no, I would rather be sold piece by piece.ā At this point, I was so frigging scared, my thoughts were running a thousand miles per second but I tried to calm myself down and think less negatively. Maybe this was Dylanās twisted way of being romantic, or maybe Sophie was playing
Athena āSHUT THE FUCK UPā After hitting snooze the gazillionth time, I just had to silence the poor thing, forever. R.I.P. Rest In pieces. Damn it, now I need a new alarm clock. āThat another alarm clock?ā And thatās my annoying ride-or-die bestie/housemate/ course-mate/sister everything, Sophie. Her mom adopted me when she found me wandering around like a ghost who refused to go toward the light. They took care of me ever since.Sophie is literally the worst best thing that can happen to you. āSeriously girl, you gotta stop throwing those clocks, itās the fifth one this monthā āMIND YOUR BUSINESSā I yelled. I know throwing those clocks is not exactly how I should turn them off but it's just so satisfying to throw āem. āGirl, I'm ma swim to Bikini Bottom and get you Spongebob's alarm clock,ā she said, her annoying ass was on my bed trying to get me out of my super comfy bed, whatās funny is that the bed wasnāt even this comfy last night. āGet up, get up, get upā She was shaking th