Fearing The Mafia

Part 2

Part 2

"Ho intenzione di divertirsi con quello dai capelli nero," a familiar deep throaty voice muttered. (I'm going to have fun with the black haired one)

"Non se lo Scorpione vuole che lei," another familiar voice replied. (Not if Scorpio wants her)

"Lo Scorpione può avere il miele uno," the deep voice said, (Scorpio can have the honey one)

A grunt was the response the deep throat guy got. I slowly opened my eyes to see that I was in the back of a van. The smell of blood, stale food and sweat instantly slithered up my nose activating my gag reflex, but I forced myself not to throw up, I didn't want to kill my olfactory senses by adding another horrible stench in the already disgusting miasma. I turned to see Kelsey waking up as well. A tidal wave of relief washed over me at seeing my sister awake and alright. Along with it, a tsunami of revenge and fury begun brewing inside me—revenge for hurting my sister. I wouldn't let these bastards live once I get my hands on them.

My fury mounted when I tried to move my hands only to find them tied behind my back. Great, just great! I turned to see Kelsey coming across the same piece of information I just discovered a few seconds go—unfortunately.

"Are you alright?" I whispered to Kelsey, who swept her gaze over our current metallic surroundings. I wanted to go ballistic and yell and scream at the top of my lungs but I didn't want to draw attention to us, those goons sitting in the front were better off not knowing that we were finally awake.

"Yeah, are you?" She questioned in a whisper, concern evident in her words. I nodded watching as Kelsey's shoulders visibly relaxed.

"Where are we?" I really wished I could answer Kelsey's questions, but I was just as clueless as she was. Not only did we have zero knowledge about Italy, there was no window at the back through which we could see outside. All we knew was that the goons were taking us somewhere.

I begun humming a random tune, trying to take my mind off my current predicament. It was the only thing I could think of that would keep me marginally sane; even though everything in me was urging me to throw the metal door open and jump out of the moving van with Kelsey, but the stupid ties binding me weren't going to do me any favors.

When I touched the Italian soil for the first time a week ago, I never expected to get kidnapped in less than a month. I hadn't even memorized the name of the street in which we lived in, for Pete's sake, and here I was sitting in the back of a van that had seen better days from the looks of the metallic box that we were currently in.

"Hey, Maril," Kelsey whispered pausing my train of thoughts. I looked at her with a questioning gaze. She cocked her head to the left indicating me to look at the direction she was cocking her head at. A small smile curved my lips when I saw what looked to be a net made of wires. The metallic structure separated our section from the front one, but because of the diamond shaped holes I was able to make out the dark, giant heads of our kidnapper. However, what piqued my interest was the view. We were currently driving on a deserted road. Nature surrounded the road, making me wish I could get out and bask in the beauty of Italy. Ours looked to be the only car on the road which did nothing to boost my confidence nor my optimism.

"Where are we?" Kelsey queried. I just shook my head but my gaze didn't waver from where it was stuck on the windshield. I was desperately wishing for some kind of a marker or a sign which would tell us where we were or where we were going, but so far all I could see was green grass and the blue sky. Maybe we were in the outskirts of Florence, or something.

I scooted closer to Kelsey until my side was touching hers. This small physical contact with my twin was enough to help me relax, not to mention, my fear and anxiety quickly abated. Twin bond really worked wonders.