Valentino
It's been a couple of hours since she was taken.
right. infront. of. me.
We can't work out which Mafia it was, but it's not a small mafia. I know that for sure.
It must be the spanish - it just has to be.
Someone knocks on my door, reminding me of the previous night where my wife had argued with me. I lied to her when I said mine wasn't also stabbed into my hand. it's my bottom ring, not the one above it.
I have it at the bottom so it's the first one I'll put on and the last one I'll take off.
Also, inside the diamond is a tracker - oh my god.
Am I this dumb? Have I been sitting here when the tracker will just tell me where she is?
I answer the person at the door.
"Si accomodi," I mutter, sitting back in my chair.
A short man comes in, clearly american - or something. He lowers his head in respect to see me before hurrying over and placing some papers on the table.
"Don, we found her in some warehouse a few hundred miles south, we think - we think it's the spa-spanish." his stammers annoyed me. Couldn't he speak properly?
I slam my hands on the desk and stand up, repeating my actions from a few nights ago.
"It's not the spanish! And so I'll be damned if it is!" I boom, the little man flinches at the intensity.
I take a deep breath and usher him to the door. Since arguing with Elizabeth, my anger has completely worsened. It's utterly shameful.
"I want a car ready to go there in 30 minutes. I want 10 men. Im not taking a lot. I need 5 to stay with me and fight in the inside. 5 to stay on the perimeter and fight. inteso?" I crinkle my forehead, not expecting him to know italian, but to my surprise, he answers.
"uh- si, don Rafaello." he says it like a robot, like he's been trained to say it; well, he has.
He walks out of the room, leaving me messing around with my rings.
Theres still things I haven't told elizabeth - I feel bad that I locked her in her room because, well, the argument wasn't that bad. it's just the fact she repeatedly disobeyed me. I can't deal with disobediance.
With me, people follow their orders and do it right. I show all my workers personally what I do to people if they do things wrong. If I say I'll kill you, I will kill you.
As a man of my words, im proud of it.
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Elizabeth
It indeed was not a sick joke Valentino was doing.
"Please.." I beg for my life.
I beg for my future children.
I beg for my bloodline
I beg for my family.
The man who stands in front of me resembles Valentino, but his build is much more sheepish and
weak than Valentino. His jawline, eyes, and nose look the same, but his hair is a lighter shade of black.
"So, birdie," he leans forward. "Where did you and little tina meet?" He asks, showing the same evil grin that Valentino has - must be genetic.
They have to be related.
My intuition is usually always right.
"If you were actually hu-human, then you'd know it was arranged." I spit on him, but my stutter never decides to leave whenever I need confidence.
"So he wouldn't mind if I did anything to you?" He asks, his hot breath on my neck.
I feel my entire body tense.
What does he mean by anything? God be on my side for once. Please.
"What do you mean - um - sir." I regret my choice of 'sir' immediately after I say it because he seems to be like his look-a-like well, brother.
stupid fucking power trips.
What is it with people and their power trips?
"I think you know quite exactly what I mean." he whispers, trailing his fingers down my neck.
"I- I don't kno- hey whats your name?" I ask, desperately trying to change the subject. pleasepleasepleaseplease work.
My plan works because he sighs and leans away.
He looks me up and down. "They were right, you and him are in love. theres no denying it." he smiles. "Im Romano, but soon you wont need to be told my name because you would have screamed it too many times." he licks his lips and walks away.
That was the ickiest, cringiest , disgusting thing I have ever heard.
He might aswell have told me to call him master.
I just want to go home.
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