So rude!
Rami:
I’ll still send someone if you apologize. Could probably get you out of there by tomorrow
I do want to get the fuck out of here, but with a clearer mind, I’m realizing that I’d just get back into my old cage. And it stinks there. Instead, if I stay put, I can turn this into a chance at real freedom—or simply use it as a distraction from my impending nuptials. Is it crazy to embrace the environment rather than fight it? Luca hurt me, but he could have done much more damage. He threatened to do it, but didn’t. If I comply—mostly—I won’t give him a reason to harm me, and I can use him and the Leones to get rid of my family once and for all. Hypothetically, they could kill each other—what a nice image. It’s fucking risky but’s that’s where I thrive.
Me:
Go back to the claw-filing, bear slave
Rami:
It’s actually claws-on-my-ass time
That naughty side of him, I should have tasted it at least once. Before the grizzly beau arrived. I would have to run for my life now. Darn it!
I hide my cell again and then pull on the cuff as I try to find a more comfortable position on the sofa. My stretched arm is turning tingly. I nervously scratch my neck while re-thinking everything. Should I just let Rami help me? Am I making a mistake here? I could get seriously hurt or worse—an occurrence I’m not a stranger to, though. Still, I’m being insane for no other reason than to spite my family—and kill them. My disappearance would surely make the old man blow a gasket. But I already know how this will end. Better to just take Rami’s offer and avoid future disappointments.
The sound of Luca’s phone ringing quiets my thoughts. I prick up my ears as he starts talking in Italian. His voice is muffled by the closed door, but I can still make out some words. I do understand the language. I lied before just to keep an extra weapon up my sleeve. My vocabulary is not the best, but I get the gist. He’s talking to Sebastiano Leone. Luca is reassuring him I’m in one piece—my cheek, throat, and the rest of my body grandly disagree.My bad for trying to escape from a violentwacko who kidnapped me.Sarcasm doesn’t help my sore and bruised body, but it is part of my venting process.
It sounds like the big boss doesn’t want me dead.
Luca suddenly switches to English. “I’ll make Arturo Enzino talk. I don’t care! He is a spoiled brat who’s only good at sucking cock and spending his father’s blood money, but he knows more than he lets on.”
The arrogant prick! Piece of total shit! Ahhhh, I can’t even think of a proper curse for the…testa di cazzo! After he gets killed, I’m going to find his tombstone and spit on it. Granted I have any saliva left; I’m Sahara-thirsty right now. My gaze falls to the floor and the vodka bottle he was drinking out of before.
I shift on the hardest sofa ever made until my fingers wrap around the bottle neck. Two long, burning sips later, I’m replaying his insulting words inside my head. I’m a second away from screaming at him that I’m indeed thedick blower, and my name, followed by suggestive drawings, can be found on bathroom stalls in several clubs around the city. That’s how memorable I am. But explaining that would actually be counterproductive. Shit, this vodka is strong.
I can’t fight him. He’ll turn me into a piece of chewing gum. I need to use my head here. A sudden thought makes me smirk with smugness. Luca Nero thinks he’s got me all figured out. I won’t disappoint him, then…starting tomorrow. This is going to be fun.
I focus on his phone call again. He is now promising answers about the wedding, and Coretti and Enzino’s plans. So that’s what Don Sebastiano wants from me. Keeping me alive must be his way to manipulate Coretti somehow. When I marry Aurora,my father will become very powerful, probably too powerful for them to beat.
“I’ll make Enzino text Mario. He could lure him here, where I’ll kill him.”
That sounds like a horrible plan. Mario knows where I am, always. He’ll come here as soon as he finds out where, and who I’m with. And that’s another reason why I don’t want to leave here.
“Any news on the dead boy from the park? Is Doppi getting suspicious?” Luca suddenly asks.
Did I hear right? A dead body in a park? A boy. And Coretti’s man is somehow related to it. Why? Luca’s voice fades away. I can’t hear anything anymore. Fuck! Could this help me somehow? I grab my phone once more.
Me:
Ass slave, can you find out if a dead body was found in a park in the city? A boy, the name Doppi could be related
Rami:
I could if you type the mystical word…
Fuck. He’s so damn annoying.
Me:
I’m trying to un-kidnap myself!
Rami:
You don’t seem desperate to escape, might have something to do with your kidnapper? He’s scary but hot
