The Mafia Boss's Possession

Chapter 14

I thought back to what Silvano had told me.

I kept missing the bottles and Silvano kept pushing me closer, but I refused, I needed to hit it from this distance.

"You would think that because you're father is a detective, your brother is in this business, and your marrying a guy that owns the business, you would have better aim." He snickered and leaned back against the table behind us that held more guns.

"If I were you, I'd watch that big mouth of yours before a bullet accidentally flies backwards." I warned him and fired another shot, hitting the bottle this time.  I smiled to myself and turned around to face Silvano. "I thought my brother was getting out."

He shook his head, "not that I know of, he made a deal with Vescovi, now that Vescovi has all the power, he allied his forces with the remains of Moretti and your brother is working his way up to co-lead. He still has a long way to go, but he'll get there."

I frowned, trying to understand what Silvano was trying to say. "So if Vescovi has what he wants, and my brother is now safe, that means people are no longer are looking for me, right?"

"Sounds about right." He nodded and pointed at the cardboard people. "You best get to practicing if you want to at least have a chance at living in this business."

I turned back around and tried to fire in the chest or head, but I was missing, badly. It didn't help that my mind was now being occupied with thoughts about my life.

If what Silvano had said was true, and I'm guessing that it was because when I had brought it up with Carson, he didn't deny it, that meant that I was no longer necessary to have power over my brother, which meant that Carson no longer needed me. No one was trying to get me to control my brother anymore, they now wanted me because they wanted to control Vescovi, only problem was that I didn't know if I was the person for that. Carson could very well just forget about me and move on to his next fiancée. I could be hanging here for the next eternity and no one would care, not even my brother because he would be too busy kissing up to Carson to be able to co-lead the remaining of the Moretti's.

"Done thinking, doll face? I must say, that didn't look painful, but seeing as how it's been a few hours, I think you're more than ready to start spitting some answers now."

"I already told you, I don't have much information, I was a hostage bei-"

"A hostage that was going to marry the fucking boss of bosses, you're really going to tell me that you have absolutely no idea about his business? That you have not a clue?" He asked incredulously. I didn't say anything, merely sighed and tossed my head back as my wrists tugged harshly against the stupid rope. "Well, okay then, I'll see you next morning." He waved good-bye and I felt my heart sink.

"Please, no, ask, I'll try my best, please." I begged. I couldn't be hanging here for anymore, my body would fall out and my arms would be left up there.

"What do you mean to Vescovi?" He repeated the questioned and I almost screamed in frustration.

"I don't know, he's been with other women during my time there." I lied, well, kind of. He said he hadn't been I had only seen him getting cozy with one. "He's never kind to me and even threatened to kill me, for all I know, I could be here for the rest of my life, and he wouldn't care." I tried to explain and he smirked, raising his gun.

"So," he pointed it at me, directly to my head, "you're saying that if I went ahead and killed you, there would be no repercussions from the Vescovi organization?"

"Most likely." I nodded, knowing he couldn't kill me, his boss wanted me alive.

"Well, then, too bad I can't just fire a bullet through that pretty head of yours, my boss wants me to make you spill. What does he love most?" He narrowed his eyes.

"His business." I answered truthfully. In my time there, he had never once showed any concern about anything or anyone, but his business. Well, then there was me, but I still unsure about that. "Can I be put down, please?" I begged.

"One more question." He got closer, his dark eyes glinting with mischief, "where is his main trading spot?" He asked and I couldn't believe it.

"I don't know, I was be-"

"Don't lie," he growled, grabbing my hips and pulling me down, straining my arms and wrists even more and let out a cry of pain as the feeling my arms was starting to return. "Where fucking is it?" He asked again and I closed my eyes.

"No answer." I bit my tongue as I heard his footsteps walk away and let out a couple of tears of sorrow. I wasn't about to give Carson's location out. I knew he lived there along with most of his crew and I would have no way to warn him of anything, putting him in real danger of losing his life.

I'd rather lose my own life because I was loyal than to end one for being a rat.