Manners with the Devil

26

G I A V A N N A        A M A T O

Currently, I am staying over in Lucas' mansion since Sebastien is being held here in the basement.

It's only been two days; however, Sebastien is not giving us any information at all. But he hasn't seen a piece of me yet.

"Ready?" Lucas asks as I put my boots on.

"I am always ready."

He holds his hand out for me to take, and I do. 

We then make our way through the corridors of his mansion, and down the basement stairs in silence. But it was comfortable silence.

I was wearing black leather tight trousers and a black tube top.

Lucas was wearing his same old usual stuff. Black trousers. Black shirt. But hot.

"Sebastien. Head up. Show some respect." Lucas growls as we enter the large metal doors.

My eyes made their way to a figure in the middle of the room which was tied up to a chair.

Sebastien lifted his head.

He looked nearly dead.

His hair was scruffy and dirty. His eyes were puffed up. His cheeks had bruises and cuts painted on them. His lips were bright red and swollen.

"My men will get you. Thomas will rip your guts out." He croaks.

I chuckle and walk up to him. My heels clicking on the concrete floor.

"The only guts spilling out, are yours." I spit.

I feel Lucas' presence behind me.

"Let's get started, shall we?" I speak.

I walk over to the table of knives and picked up one slowly. 

Then, I went back to Sebastien on his tied-up chair.

"Do your thing, amore." Lucas whispered in my ear, making me shiver in my body, but I quickly knock it off and carry on with Sebastien.

"What do you know about my mother?" I ask.

Sebastien shakes his head, his eyes closed.

My dagger makes contact with his thigh, and he howls.

Adrenaline fills me up and I start stabbing more.

He yells.

He screams.

He whimpers.

It fills me with joy. Happiness. Delight.

"This is going to be a while. Fucking speak." 

He doesn't respond.

I slash the dagger onto his body more. and more. and more.

On his arms.

On his hands.

On his legs.

On his stomach.

I'm focused. I am not going to leave until I get information about my mother. I need to know more about her. All I know is that she is known to be the most powerful woman involved with the Mafia.

I carry on.

Blood starts to cover my fingers, spreading to my palms and to my wrists.

It drips to the floor. Nearly reaching the toe of my boots.

"Giavanna" he whimpers, putting his hand out for me to stop, whilst trying to dodge my dagger contacting his skin.

"Tell. Me." I shout in his face.

"Your mother. She is looking for you." He mutters, tears streaming down his face.

I pause for a moment.

She is looking for me.

I look behind me and meet eyes with Lucas who is also staring at me. 

He nods at me to carry on, so I do.

"Anything else?"

"She- Sh- She lives in Europe."

"Wasn't hard was it." I spit, whilst dropping my dagger to the floor.

"Anything else?"

"She wants your father." He whimpers, trying to clutch in all his pain.

"Have a nice rest." I smirk.

I walk up and out of the basement, feeling Lucas' presence following me.

"In the office." He speaks, and I nod.

We walk into his massive office. He pulls me out a chair from his desk, and he sits at his desk. 

"Fucking hell Giavanna, you're a god at torturing." He chuckles.

"Mother's genetics."

Our eyes connect. We stare deeply into each others eyes for at least thirty seconds. I didn't want to move. I wanted to explore more than his eyes.

But he can never know that.

"So, my mother is in Europe and wants me and my father." I speak, breaking the contact between us.

"She wants your father dead. And probably you too." He replies.

My mind fogs up. 

What did he just say?

"Because she hates your father so much. And you're his daughter." He says, answering my mind questions.

"But I'm her daughter?"

"She is a dangerous woman. The only people she respects, is herself."

The air suddenly felt cold and distant.

My mother isn't like that. Before she left, she was wonderful. amazing. lovely. She would make sure I have a story read to me every night. Every Saturday I would get fast food. Dessert after dinners. Kisses at bedtime. And now she wants to kill me?

"I don't think I want to find her anymore." I shake my head, feeling dizzy.

"Giavanna. You need to find your mother to survive this world."

"I can survive it. I have you. Right?" I ask.

He looks at me with something more showing in his eyes.

"You've always had me. And you will never not have me."

A smile forms upon our lips. 

I want to feel his lips. 

But I can't. 

He can't know that.

"We will deal some more with Sebastien later. But I need to ask you something." He says. 

"Anything."

"I'm inviting you to a dinner with my family and some friends."

"Why? What is it about?" 

"You're my plus one. I can't go alone. And its just a dinner." He shrugs.

"Don't you have a girlfriend or something? Aren't you 27?"

"Nope, 26. Do you want to come or not?" 

"Of course. What do I wear?" I ask.

"A dress." He bluntly replies.

"Right." I reply, standing up from the chair.

"Be ready at 7pm tomorrow." He says as I walk out of his office.

Shit. I've just been invited to a family gathering from Lucas Santoro. 

This cannot be good. Right? wait. I dont know.

It's just a friend thing? Right?

I'm overreacting. Right?

I need sleep.

I need a dress.

I need sleep.

I need a strong drink.

A/N -

Sorry this was uploaded late, i had to redo it multiple times :(