|Chapter 2|
I struggle out of my zip-ties and duck tape, trying to scream and break free. Only making in more complicated since my shoes are zip tied as well.
"Can you just stop squirming for one second? We're almost there."
"Non mi pagano abbastanza per questo." ( I don't get paid enough for this) Is the last thing he mumbles before pulling into a sketchy parking lot.
But let's backtrack.
1 hour ago...
"Oh gattina, if only you didn't get into this car," The man says in an thick Italian accent before stepping on the gas.
"Gattina?"
Quickly dismissing the thought as I quickly tried to escape the child locked doors.
"How is there child lock doors in the passenger seat?"
The thought came and went, ignoring the guy with the gun, I still managed to jump in the back seat and try to get out of any door possible. Then I had no other choice but to bang on the glass in pure panic and hope someone spots me.
That's when I immediately felt a large hand practically engulf my face, making panic set in as I kick and flail my fist at him, giving him a good knock in the nose that didn't faze him whatsoever.
Before I knew it, he had be tied up and duck tape over my mouth before I could even take another swing.
"You're one hell of a brave little girl I'll give you that. Not many girls put up a fight when there's a gun to their head. He says once getting back to the front and wiping his nose with his sleeve.
I was too afraid of this man to answer even if I didn't have my mouth covered up. I mean why would I, he's kidnapped me and taking me to God only knows where.
It got to a point where I think I just passed out, from all the panic and adrenaline mixed together my body just shut down from fear. Crying my whole way, balling in fact. I just wanted to go back home, and at my rate, the next time my family is going to see me is in a body bag.
I eventually woke up to the rip of my duck tape off my mouth. "Get up," the large man says before dragging me up by my ties, and ripping off the ones on my ankles with ease.
Immediately as we starting walking, I start screaming as loud as my lungs could go, but the man only laughed, "You can scream all you want girl, but no one can here you in the middle of no where!"
I try to continue to walk, but stumble clumsily multiple times from the fuzzy vision. Probably looking like a whole mess.
We eventually made it into a building where all he did was knock on a giant medal door, where someone slid open a latch and the door opened immediately.
"You dumbass! You were supposed to have your men go get the girl, you can never go by yoursel-"
"I think you need to realize that I'm not a pussy, Marco. I can handle more people then all my men together can handle."
He immediately throws me on the ground harshly, "You got her that easily?"
"She was just in the street, trying to catch a ride."
I look up, and see the same large muscular man I saw in the car, and what I'd assume is his right hand man about a head shorter right next to him. Both dark haired men stood side by side as they discussed what they should do with me for the time being.
"I wanna go home," I manage to whimper out pathetically. Not caring how much of a pussy I sounded like, this was not a time to be brave. Especially with these men.
The right hand man kneels down and tucks a piece out of hair out of my eyes, making me immediately cower away. In which he grabs my face with aggression, making me look him straight in his dark brown eyes. "Look kid, no ones going to hurt you," he says in an agitated tone before looking back up at the larger scary man.
"Take her to the temporary room and I'll be there in a second." The large man says with his slight accent before walking away.
"Wait no, I want to go home! Don't take me to a room!" I struggle and scream and cry as the other man practically drags me away into another area of the smelly dark cold warehouse. Eventually being thrown into what looks like a jail cell with no bars as a door, just a large medal door.
He immediately closes the door after throwing me into the room. Looking around, I just see it's a small room with a bed and nothing else. I finally just take a moment for everything to hit me before sitting down on the bed, and taking a second to register what's all happening.
Why would he want with me?
What did I do?
How can I escape?
All these thoughts were running through my head as I start to get out of my moment of hysteria. Lying down on the bed, I just try to think most importantly. What can I do to leave?
• • •
I don't realize how much time had passed, but I just continued to reminisce through my thoughts, but the large door opens up, revealing a large man standing there. The same man who kidnapped me in the begging of all this.
Stepping closer, I scoot back further on the bed, "W-What do you want from me?" I cracked out as I spoke.
"I don't want anything Gattina, but another man says otherwise," he says with a shrug before closing the door behind him, and coming back towards me.
"Man? What man?"
"A man that has been searching high and low for you his whole life," he says before reaching in his pocket for something, pulling out a crumpled up piece of paper and showing me a picture.
I knew that man, he left me when I was only a toddler. It's...
"Dad? No. Why would he be searching for me all these years when he left us."
The man just shakes his head before shoving the picture back in his pocket, "He told me your mother took off with you and your brother because she hated his lifestyle, and thought it was too dangerous for you kids to be in his life. He said she left a note and eventually ran off with you guys and was never to be seen again."
A state of panic starts to overtake me, "No way, my mom would neve-"
"Here's the note," he hands me another piece of crumpled up paper. And I immediately knew it was my mother's handwriting.
"It's...true," I start before starting to tear up after finishing the short harsh letter.
"Where is he? Where's my dad? I have to talk to him."
His face falters, showing what seems like emotion, something I didn't think I'd see on his face.
"You're dad, unfortunately was shot in the line of duty a few years back."
I suddenly couldn't take in proper intakes of air, it was like everything had fallen down on me in just the span of one day.
"Then why? Why kidnap me?" I choke out in tears, the thought of losing my father who loved me the whole time, killing me inside.
"It was in his will that you be found and treated with as much care and safety we can at the mafia house. And which states I be the sole protector at all times. His orders."
"No, why me? Why not my brother?"
He then picks up the paper and reads back over a small section before letting out a deep exhale. "Man..." he mumbles before putting the paper back in his pocket. Looking back up at me, he says the words that I know are going to change my life forever.
"He wants you to carry on the Diaz name by carrying on his tradition."
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Umm so I'm finally working on this book guys!! It will be finished before the end of 2020
Hopefully quarantine will be over by then of course :,)
But lmk how you guys like the book so far, it's just beginning but trust me it'll get longer and better. Promise just stick with me!
Also! Should I change the character for Ash to be someone Hispanic? Cause obviously she is but I don't know you guys give me some good Hispanic females to play Ash :)