“T…ell me.”
I need to know every single detail to their plan, because if they think for a second I’m going to stay in this bed recovering when the minute I find the strength to stand that I wouldn’t be helping to get Willow back, then they are all fucking crazy.
Chapter Fifty Seven
Willow
It’s been fourteen days now.
Nero came in earlier bringing more clothes for me and the usual extra meal of soup. The clothes are gradually getting bigger and bigger on me, which I have realised is not because of Nero’s incapability to judge women’s clothing sizes, but because I’m losing weight.
I feel weak, disorientated and flat out disheartened that I’m still here and I still don’t know if Dragna is alive or dead, if the girls are okay or what the hell is happening in the outside world.
Nero is still keeping his promise of not leaving me alone with any of the other men should they be the ones to come in to bring me to the toilet or to question me on anything and I am thankful for that.
There have been times he’s had to be rough towards me and I can see the pain in his eyes when he’s grabbed my face, swore at me or when one of the men spat in my face and he had to control himself to not react in any way. He warned me he would have to play his part in front of the other men, and I don’t hold it against him, but it feels like this is some sick joke that will never end.
The only sleep I get is from passing out from exhaustion and I still haven’t been granted a shower. I thought two weeks ago was me hitting rock bottom, but now… I’m starting to wish they would just kill me to put me out of my misery.
I have absolutely no hope left and with the comments some of the men have made towards me about what they would doto me, what they will do to me when they get the chance, death would be the easiest way out.
I’m laying on my back staring up at the blank white ceiling when the door smashes open making me jump. I look up quickly and immediately freeze when I see it isn’t Nero or Silvio who has entered the room, but Matteo.
“Up.” He says as he snaps his fingers.
I’m too dazed to follow his instructions, which only makes the already apparent anger on his face worsen. He strides over to me and grabs me by my hair, pulling me up to stand and he begins walking me to the door, ignoring my screams.
“You’re proving to be more of a fucking hassle than you’re worthstupida ragazza.” He hisses in my face.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask in a panic, wondering if everything the other men said is going to come true? That Matteo is going to sell me.
I will myself to breathe and try to calm down as much as I can, remembering that Nero is here and he won’t let anything happen to me. Surely he has a way to contact Dragna or Lev or someone. No, because if he did then he would of already done that. Oh god this is it, Nero can’t help me and Matteo is going to either kill me or sell me.
“You will keep quiet and listen to my orders.” Matteo replies while still dragging me by my hair down a long corridor. We finally reach a set of doors and he kicks them open before throwing me inside.
“Prepare her for transfer.” He barks out and I look up from the floor and notice a few men standing looking down at me like lions hunting a gazelle.
“Don’t do this to me, please. Matteo I’ll—” The sting across my face and the ringing in my ears disorientates me and I bring a hand up to clutch my own check, heat radiating from it already.
He slapped me, and he slapped me hard. My eyes sting just as hard as my cheek with the tears beginning to form and I feel a terror in my body like no other.
“Don’t you EVER let my name pass your filthy lips again.” He seethes towards me as he pulls on the arms of his suit jacked, then buttons it up, fixing himself to look smart and to cover the evil that lies beneath him.
As he leaves the room, all I notice is how silent it is. It’s so quiet it’s almost deafening.
I’m waiting for one of the men to make a move, but as I look around they all just remain in their places, smirking and looking between each other.
“Stand up.” One of them says as he puffs on a cigar.
Do I do as they say? Will they beat me or hurt me in other ways if I don’t?
“He said stand up. Are you deaf?” Another one of the men speaks out.
Okay Willow just do as they say. They are angry. Do whatever they want and try to find a way out of this situation. I tell myself to stay calm, stay alert, to just breathe.
I stand up and keep my head lowered, looking at my bare feet as I push my toes into the plush carpet. It feels so good against my skin, so much better than the cold concrete floor of the room they’ve been holding me in, so I focus on the feeling of that to ground me.
“Mmm, good. Now, take off your clothes.” The man sitting smoking speaks again and my breathing hitches as I sink my toes in deeper to the carpet and I bring shaky hands to the bottom of the sweatshirt I’m wearing.
