They should never have met.
Each one of them lived in different parts of the world. She lived in the light, an ordinary existence while he kept to the shadows, the underworld.
But one fate encounter brought them together and no matter how hard the...
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Stella
Time didn't have meaning in this cold room. The complete darkness from zero windows made me realize how much I take sun or moon light for granted.
There was no way to know how long I have been here for. I wonder if anyone even knows I'm missing, was taken and are looking for me. Has Anthony come to check on me or has that Carnellio bastard sent a fake text to my favourite contacts saying 'I'm going on a 'trip' and won't be around?'
Or is that a movie thing?
Taking a breath, I was too tired to move my head up. My mouth opened when I tried to swallow but found my throat too bruised and mouth dry, the movement making my stomach roll.
My head bounced as I threw up once again, there wasn't anything in my stomach so it was only bile.
Morning sickness my ass. Or maybe it is the drug they gave me. Or both.
My breaths became harder and harder to take. Blinking I tried to think about ways to get out but they spun in my head. My mind was exhausted and its only focus was breathing in, breathing out.
"Stella?" A man lifted my head up, my eyes opening a bit to see him. Brusto now stood in front of me, but he was blurry. When did he come in? "Cazzo, you aren't looking too good."
I took a deep breath but it sounded more like a wheeze, dots began to dance in my sight making me close my eyes. "I don't feel right."
I felt him tip my head up, a bottle placed under my lip and water began to slowly pour into my mouth. Like before I greedily drank but all too soon it was taken away.
"Sorry." Brusto said letting my eyes open up. "Don't want to give you too much and have you throw up again. Hopefully the small amount will stay in your stomach."
I hummed licking my lips, my mouth no longer in pain from dryness. "Thanks."
Brusto tilted his head. "Stella, how far along are you?"
Shaking my head, I tried to focus on his face but no matter how hard I tried, he stayed blurry. "I don't know, two to three months? I was going to make a doctor appointment but ended up here. How long have I been here?"
"Three days, almost four." He answered bending down cutting the ropes on my legs, the instant they were freed they slammed on the ground. "You're most likely dehydrated, hungry and I'm not sure what effects the tranquiller could have on you being pregnant."
I winced when a phone went off, Brusto quickly took it out and answered in rapid Italian. Watching Brusto, he cut the ropes that are on my arms loose, my body finally free but with no energy to take freedom.
My eyes went to look over my bruise body, my mind tried to send it orders to move but got nothing in response.
"Well I can't wait!" Glancing over Brusto still had his phone pressed to his ear, frustration covering his face. "Okay well then it will be fine. I know, I know, Vinzo! Listen Carenllio sent the majority of men on a run and he is busy screwing around, right now this place has a small amount of guards. If I want to get her out, this is my only shot. She can barely stand so I need to take this window... I'm undercover, this is me getting her out, I'm calling the shots.... Okay, I'll see you soon."
