Five Star Hotel

28. Tampons

Italian translations are at the end of the chapter. By the way I'm  really loving this cover by @kimorapink

"Don't scream." He repeated, his voice hard as stone.

He wouldn't shoot me. This was Dante. Dante wouldn't shoot me. Would he?

A car pulled up in front of the deserted street. It was shiny and black with really dark tinted windows. A man stepped out of the driver's seat and opened the door in the back. Dante walked me forward then told me to get inside.

"No." I said. I didn't know what was going on. I didn't know who that man was. Stranger danger! Stranger danger!

"I don't have all day." Dante said to me. "Get inside. I'll be in the car right behind you."

Like my biggest concern was not being with him. I scoffed. "Please like I–"

He ducked my head down and forced me into the car. "Toccala e oi ti uccido." Dante told the man before he closed the door, locking me in.

I had no idea what any of that meant. I didn't know anything. The guy sped down the streets. Surprisingly no cops stopped him. He probably would've shot them if they did.

"If you say a word," The man said, pulling out his cell phone. "There'll be consequences."

I silently watched him dial a very short number. It rang twice before someone answered. "Do you have the girl?" I was surprised that they spoke in English, because his accent was even thicker than Dante's.

"Si. And you're son is right behind us."

"Good. Now get them here." With that he hung up.

"What's going on?" I asked in a weak voice. My stomach was tossing and turning, threatening to let out my lunch.

"That's not my business to tell you. I told you not to talk. Why are you still talking?"

"Because–"

"Sta 'zitto! I don't care what Dante said. If you talk again there will be consequences." I heard the click of his gun.

This was all too much for me to handle. My day started off with a simple day of shopping in the city, but ended like this. My head continued to spin faster and faster until everything went black.

***

I woke up lying down in a big room. There was arguing in the hallway.

"Che cosa le hai fatto?" I heard Dante yell.

"Niente. Lo giuro. E appena svenuta." Another man said, terrified. It was the man who drove me here. He had a very distinct voice. It would crack every few words like he had a speech problem. Maybe it had something to do with the scar on his neck.

I coughed causing both of them to stop talking. Dante slowly made his way into the room.

It was a simple room with a couch, a table and a couple of chairs. There was no tv or phone.

He was still holding the gun. I scowled at him even though I was scared to death. I think he noticed because he dropped the gun and raised his hands in a surrender. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"Oh really? Then why hold me at gunpoint?" My voice was still weak from fainting. "You need to tell me what's going on. If you don't I might consider shooting you in the leg, so tell me."

Dante kicked the gun off to the side, away from both of us. "I will." He said, sitting next to me. "Ask away."

So I did. "Where's Jade?"