Cora
I hear muffled noises coming from around me, although I managed to fall asleep, I'm still very much alert of my surroundings
I've been locked up here for a long while now, still don't know how long, probably three weeks or a month, I don't really know.
Dimitri has basically forgotten about me or he just doesn't care if I'm alive or still here, Vissarion still comes to check on me twice everyday, I've gotten used to the pattern now.
I get fed twice every week I guess, it's not much but I'm not dead yet.
I squint my eyes open to see where the noise is coming from and I'm met with two men standing in the basement with me
They are neither Vissarion nor Dimitri, making me wonder who they are, they're Russians for sure because they're speaking in Russia, in hushed tones.
I quickly sit up from my lying position, they're talking and pointing at me, the moment I stood up they stop pointing and stop talking, their voices die down as they both stare at me
I look closely and one of the men looks strangely familiar, I haven't seen him before but I'm sure he looks familiar, I try to rack my brain for where I've seen him but I come up with nothing.
The man is looking at me strangely and it's making me uncomfortable, he quickly dismisses the other man with a wave of his fingers before walking towards me.
He gets to me and bends down making me shift back a bit, he puts his hands up as if to say he means no harm.
"I'm not going to hurt you" he mutters out gently, I'm still looking at him wearily, since I've been here this the only time someone will be talking to me....gently.
"He tells me you've been here for approximately a month and a week" he says gesturing to the man that just left, my eyes widened when I realized how long I've been locked up here.
"I'm Ivan" he introduces himself, I don't know why tho but I just stare at him like he's a foreign entity.
"You don't have to be afraid of me, I'm not my cousin Cara" he says making me wonder who his cousin is and the fact that he also thinks I'm Cara.
Can't they tell the difference between us?
I scrunch my brows up in confusion, as if he can see my brain working he chuckles
"Dimitri is my cousin, apparently he's a bit twisted in the head and too traditional" he whispers out with a smile, I don't return it, I just keep staring.
Now I know why he looked familiar, he has the uncanny resemblance to Dimitri, but while Dimitri is more muscular, Ivan is a bit lanky and his eyes aren't green, rather they're hazel.
"You're quite silent compared to all the stories I've heard about you, although you look just as they describe but you act nothing like the vicious assassin I've heard about" he adds looking at me closely.
I'm not Cara, I'm not an assassin, but of course I can't tell him that, who knows, all this nice act might well... Just be an act.
"And you're nothing like all the people I've met since being here" I voice out, I don't even know I'm the one speaking until I see the smile tugging at his lips, he has amusement dancing in his eyes
"I guess we've both judged each other before getting to know each other Cara" he says with a smile "Not all Russians are... Well evil" he says with a chuckle
"And not all assassins are loud mouths" I nutter out, why the fuck am I suddenly talking, what is wrong with me.
I hear his rumbling laughter, it's not a wicked or empty laugh, it's actually a genuine one.
"You're quite the character Cara, I like you" he says pointing at me
"Can't say the same about you" I mumble almost silently but he hears which only causes him to erupt into more laughter.
With Dimitri, I can barely get two words out but with Ivan, I feel like I can say anything and get away with it, maybe because he's calm
The metallic door creaks open and a very pissed off Dimitri walks in, the whole air becomes stiff as he dominates the place, his whole demeanor is enough to get me to shit my pants.
His eyes moves from his cousin to me, he's glaring hard at both of us, his jaw clenched hard as if he wants to break it.
"что ты здесь делаешь Ivan" he grits out in Russian, although I don't know what he's saying but he sure looks pissed
(Translation: What are you doing here?)
"Relax cuz, I just came to see you, apparently you were in a meeting so I decided to look around and I was told you had the famous Italian's finest in your very basement" Ivan says without a care in the world, he doesn't seem scared of Dimitri's glare or anger, he's just being nonchalant about the whole thing
"You shouldn't be in here" he snaps looking from me to Ivan and Ivan just gets up with a chuckle
"Why? You don't want me to see her"? He asks pointing at me. They're both talking about me like I'm not even here, Dimitri switches back to Russian again making it hard for me to understand him.
"не опекай ее, she's a prisoner here" he grits out switching from Russian to English so effortlessly.
(Translation: Don't patronize her)
"Come on man, she's just a girl, a young girl at that" Ivan whines making me look at him.
"она убийца, a trained one at that, you shouldn't be in here Ivan" he snaps before glaring at me again, I wonder what I did to make him have so much disdain for my presence.
(Translation: She's an assassin)
"Relax D, we were just talking" he says before turning to face me, a smile on his face "weren't we Cara"? He asks making Dimitri to set his glare on me, I don't answer, I just gulp hard before lowering my head, I know better than to answer while he's here.
"встретимся наверху" he spits angrily before looking at me one final time and then walking out on Ivan and in, not before banging the door hard making me almost jump.
(Translation: Meet me upstairs)
Ivan breathes out before clasping his hands together and bending down to my level again
"Well, looks like my cousin really doesn't like you" he says and I just scoff
"What gave it away"? I mutter sarcastically, of course he doesn't like me, if he likes me I wouldn't be locked up in this cold basement with literally nothing to eat or drink, let's not forget that I stink.
"You weren't saying that a few minutes ago" he said raising his brows at me with a smile on his lips "don't worry, you're not the only of scared of him" he says with a chuckle.
"Don't worry Cara, I'll try to talk to him to at least let you have a bath and change of clothes, he's not that heartless" he says seriously reassuring me, I just nod before going back to looking at my wrists.
They're really bruised now, I know that for sure, these chains have been on me for a month now, I look thinner than I did before I was taken.
He looks at me with sympathy before getting up and walking out leaving me with my thoughts, the moment he walks out and closes the metal doors.
The tears just starts coming, all the memories I've been trying to hold back come rushing like a hurricane, my sister's smiling face, my parents face before they died, my life before all this.
Why did this have to happen to me?
I don't even know why I'm here, why I'm suffering, why I'm locked in this smelling God awful basement that smells like blood and dirt.
Why I can't see the sunlight again, or walk free.
I'm bound by chains, I'm bruising and hungry, dirty and disgusted by my own self.
Why hasn't Cara found me yet?
It's been a month
Are they even looking for me?
Do they know I'm missing?
Do they know Dimitri has me?
I choke on my sobs as I rock myself back and forth.
I don't deserve this
I was never even a part of this life but I got dragged in.
I never wanted any part of this
The mafia, the assassins, the underworld.
Everything about it sickens me to my stomach.
And what does Dimitri want with me?
Am I some kind of sick trophy?
Am I here because of something Cara did or something Enzo did?
So she finally meets Ivan 😁😁
Welp