The lights flicked on and off, repeatedly blinding the tied up woman on the dirty, muddy floor.
It was Stella.
She struggled against the pole as she tried to loosen the tight rope on her wrists. Her wrists were bruised up and red from the way she was struggling.
A cloth was placed in her mouth so she wouldn't scream however that didn't stop the muffled sounds from coming out every now and again. It's been three days since she was brought into this dirty box she was held in.
Suddenly the door opened causing her to stop her actions. She squinted her eyes as the lights was turn on completely. They were bright and blinding her eyes. She squinted before adjusting to the light
The metal door loudly closed with a bang before the man made his presence known. She jumped from the sound being startled.
It was Cornell.
She rolled her eyes but kept looking at him. How could her own husband kidnap her and their child then keep him away from her.
He walked towards her and slid the cloth down, freeing her mouth so they could speak.
"Where is Aden?". She immediately asked. She didn't care about nothing else. Only her child was important to her right this moment.
"Don't worry about him. He's safe ". He stated, lowering himself to her level.
"Safe with who? That bitch you replaced me with?". Stella spat making him chuckle. He tossed a smile her way, one that was cunning.
"Aden will have a better mother, not some unstable bitch". He mentioned which rifled her. He was insulting her motherly skills.
"I want my child!". Stella pulled on the ropes as she tried to break free. Cornell chuckled as he watched her.
"You look pathetic, never thought I could see the day". He expressed, a cunning smirk on his lips.
"Fuck you Cornell! You are a stupid bitch!". Stella yelled and spit in his face.
He grabbed her neck, digging his nails into her skin making her wince. Stray tears rolled down her check as she silently sobbed. This was very unlike Stella. She wasn't known to be someone who cries.
The sight before Cornell was giving him a boost of pride. To know that he had managed to break down her strong walls, causing her to crumble to his feet.
"You going to stop talking about her like she's a bottom bitch before I end your life and she takes your spot". He spoke, his breathe fanning her face.
"You really think I care about you and her have going on? I just want my son. I don't care for this sham of a marriage!".
Cornell let go of her neck, causing the back of her head to bounce off the pole. She cried out in pain and could feel the blood oozing out the back of her head.
"I don't want this either but yet here I am. I just need to know what business you had with Donovan De Luca ". He questioned, standing over her, pulling out the gun from behind his back.
"Nothing". She lied through her teeth while peering up at him.
"Don't lie to me stupid bitch!". He slapped her across her face with the butt of the gun causing her to let out a hiss.
He was heavy handed and could feel her cheek stinging.
"I know nothing! I swear!". Stella cried out. Blood oozed out her left nostril. She felt the metallic taste on the tip of her tongue.
"You must take me for a joke, huh?". He lowered himself again, pulling her head back making her look at him. He had a tight grip on her hair which was stinging so bad as the area became hotter by the second.
Stella couldn't utter a single response to him. She knew what she could say would cause more harm than good.
"I should've killed you when I had the chance". Cornell stated, his smelly breathe tickling her nose. She knew this kind of behavior. She knew it too well.
He was hooked on drugs. Yep, a drug addict in the making. He was way past that anyways.
"Then do it! Do it! I dare you too!". She yelled in his face with a tear strained face. Cornell chuckled and let go of her hair. He stood up straight and towered over her aimlessly waving the gun in his hand.
"That would be too easy. I want you to die a slow and painful death". He told her. Stella simply cried as she listened to him talk. She couldn't believe this was what had become of her. Her life.
It was the coke he was sniffing that made him talk to her that way. However it was her fault. She knew the type of person he was when they first got together and she thought she would be the one to change him.
"Is this what has became of us, huh? Of me and you? You don't love me anymore? ". Stella asked him, looking up at him with a teary stained face.
"I never did, that's something you should've known". He announced making her cry harder. With that he walked, letting her wallow in her thoughts.
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The gates loudly buzzed in the room as Donovan patiently waited for his uncle, Lucian De Luca. The fallen angel of the family. He briefly glanced around and watched the few other prisoners in room talk to their loved one. This wasn't no ordinary prison.
He never thought he would be visiting his uncle in prison. After all their name held weight in the streets, however Lucian had fucked up one way or another to actually land in jail. He was convicted of murder. Murdering his girlfriend.
Buzz
He glanced up when he heard the buzz go off and there he was. Standing by six feet one, a shade of caramel was his skin tone, embedded with all types of tattoos on his arms and neck and his bare stomach.
His hair was shaven to a buzz cut and his beard was growing, healthily too. He had on silk pajamas pants and walking around freely with no cuff on him as if he was king. Which was the case, everything that happened in the prison had to go through him. It was his territory. Something he had control over.
"Nipote!". He happily stated with his arms wide open making heads turn to look at him. He was always happy to hear from Donovan.
Donovan stood on his feet and happily embraced his uncle. He slightly hissed as Lucian hit his shoulder where he got hit.
"How you doing zio ?". Donovan questioned when they pulled back with a smirk on his face.
"Can't complain ". Lucian shrugged, taking a look at his nephew. He hadn't see him in years. Seven years to be exact.
"You look good nipote". Lucian complimented his nephew which he did despite the way he was feeling. Dressed down in black cargo pants along with a black skirt and a black jacket on top. The low cut black air forces were on his feet.
"Thanks". Donovan shook his head with a small smirk gracing his face.
"Now why are you here? I know this isn't a friendly visit". Lucian spoke.
"Damn I can't come visit my uncle?". Donovan asked with his brows furrowed
"You can but I know you here for something else". Lucian crossed his legs and leaned back, sparking a cigarette. The prison warden let him do it because they were on his payroll.
"You probably heard about Angelo ". He started which made Lucian nod.
"What are you trying to do about that?". Lucian questioned staring at his nephew and blowing out smoke from his nose.
"I'm still trying to figure it out". Donovan mentioned.
"Figure it out?". Lucian questioned, jerking his head back, "You are wasting time chit chatting it with me right now. You should be out there, looking for the culprit". Lucian stated, pointing towards the outside.
"You don't think I'm doing that? I came here for help not to be made guilty about not doing enough for my brother. I will catch whoever did this to Angelo. I just need extra help!". Donovan told him, squinting his eyes at his uncle.
His family, more especially his father doubted his ability to handle things despite having proved them wrong multiple times. He wished they had more faith in him. He was doing things his way, a more subtle way.
"What you need from me?". His stated, his tone more calm this time.
"Any thing that could help me. I don't care what it is". Donovan mentioned.
Lucian nodded his head and pulled out the iphone from his pocket. Donovan's brows furrowed in question but didn't dare to ask. As stated, Lucian basically ran the prison. The De Luca name held weight.
"Look at your phone. I just sent you this guy's number. He's a lawyer and does some special work on the side. He might help you, just say my name". Lucian spoke pressing a few keys on the iPhone.
Donovan pulled his burner out and examined the text message for a second before placing his phone back in his pocket.
"Thanks Unc, I knew I could count on you". Donovan sighed. He was tired. Everything was taking a toll on him.
"I heard you have someone pregnant. Congratulations my boy!". Donovan looked up seeing a wide grin plastered on Lucian's face. Donovan's faced mirrored his uncle, white pearl teeth on display. He was blushing.
"You really do have ears everywhere". Donovan murmured shaking his head. I guess that was the perks of being a powerful family.
"I have to know what's going on outside. I still run the streets". Lucian told Donovan which he agreed on. He still made insights on what was going on outside while Donovan handled the more technical issues such as money, the clubs, laundering.
"Let me not waste anymore time. Thanks again Unc". Donovan stated, wrapping up the visit. They stood up and slapped hands.
"Sure thing, just find whoever did this to my son and we good". Lucian spilled.
"Your son?" Donovan's brows furrowed in confusion as he looked at his uncle who looked very guilty of the confession he just splurted out.
What was going on?
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nipote = nephew
Zio = uncle
thoughtsss?