Luca tugged me protectively along beside him toward the car, stopping only to retrieve our shoes before he opened my door.  I stepped in and moved over when Luca gestured with his hand to do so.  I gave him a confused look and opened my mouth to ask what was wrong but with the cold look combined with a finger on his lips to be silent, I obeyed and closed my mouth.

"Torniamo indietro," Luca directed Jarrett who roared the engine to life and peeled speedily out of our parking spot. A divider I never knew existed slowly rolled up from inside the front seat backs. Once they were up, Luca turned to me.

(Let's go back)

"There's been a sudden change, Madison," He explained, his tone hushed barely above a whisper.

"How do you know?" I asked, beginning to panic. He was nervous and Luca was never nervous. Something was very wrong.

"Jarrett is not driving and the doors are locked," He hissed. "That's why I closed the divider. He always waits outside the car until I'm in to make sure we haven't been followed."

"Luca," I breathed, fear heavy in my voice as I cupped his cheek. Had the Falladori found him? What if they found out about me and I am actually connected to them? Should I tell Luca my true last name? There was so much I wanted to say.

"Morirò per proteggerti," He vowed, those brows wrinkled with determination.  "We won't have much time."

(I will die to protect you)

I watched as he pulled a switchblade from his back pocket and flipped it open. Grabbing the hilt, Luca stabbed the middle of the seat between us and yanked across.  He reached in and pulled out a Colt then checked to make sure it was loaded before shoving it behind his back.

Luca let out a heavy sigh and cupped my cheek like he wanted deeply to say something.  He leaned in toward me, licked his lips as if in preparation.  I leaned in to meet him, tilting my head to the side. 

That's when I saw it.

"LUCA! CAR!" I screamed.  He glanced over his shoulder then shoved me back against the seat.

"Cover your fa-"

CRASH!

We jolted from impact.  Our bodies jerked violently against the seatbelts as we smacked against something else and the car spun several times. When the car stopped, I took my hands down from my face, peeled off of Luca's chest and frantically looked around.  Luca groaned and brushed glass shards off his pants grumbling in italian something about this being a brand new suit.

My head was throbbing.  I reached up and touched the spot where it was pounding then gasped when I saw my hand was covered in blood.  Luca groaned as he turned to look at me.  His eyes widened in surprise. Cupping both my cheeks, he turned my head to see where I was injured but then we both heard the front door open and shut.

Neither of us moved except for Luca putting a single finger over his lips then reached to put his hand on his gun.  I clasped his free hand tightly, instinctively clutching the gun strapped to my thigh. A soft hissing made both of us look around for the source.

"Gas di sonno. Fanculo!," Luca growled.  He shoved his vest over my mouth and his tie crumpled over his.  "Try to slow your breathing, Tesoro. Don't stop fighting. Promise?"

(Sleeping gas. F*ck!)    (Sweetheart)   

My head began to feel heavy and dizzy.  Luca's words mumbled as he swooned but I managed to answer him before everything went black.

"Promettere."

(Promise)

****

A blast of cold water on my face jolted me awake.  My eyes fluttered open and my head throbbed painfully. I groaned then tried to touch my head and check the bleeding but I couldn't move my arms.

"What the f*ck?" I mumbled, tugging at my wrists only to hear jingling and feel cold metal pressing at my skin. Handcuffs? Chains?

"Sei una piccola cosa determinata," a gruff, deep voice chuckled from inside the room. Another, separate laugh, joined his.

(You're a determined little thing)

I gave up my struggle, for now, and took in my surroundings. A small, dank square room, no windows and the air smelled like rusted metal.  It was so dark, I couldn't see who the source of the voice was. With a renewed determination to fulfill my promise to Luca and never stop fighting, I struggled against the cuffs again.

"Who is there?" I demanded bravely, choosing to stick to English.

****Italic words are spoken in Italian****

"Foolish, girl," The first voice chuckled again.  "We know who you are and that you understand italian."

"I-I don't know what you are talking about," I lied.  A hard slap across face whirled my head to the right.  "Bastardo!"

"Ahh, much better," My captor grumbled. I heard the scraping of a metal chair on the floor. "You are a pretty little thing and already wet."

"Don't touch me!" I hissed, feeling a hand slide up my leg and tried to shift away from his grotesque touch. He tsk'd then chuckled and grabbed me hard by the hips so I stopped swinging.

"The Boss is gonna love playing with you, Baby," He growled darkly.

"Ohh, so you are someone's little b!tch?" I smirked but regretted my smart mouth when his hand slapped my face again across the same cheek.  I hissed at the stinging pain.

He stood and grabbed me roughly by the hair with one hand. "Boss will put that mouth to great use," He snarled then spanked my ass.

Hocking as much saliva as I could, I spat it on his face.  He must have begun to raise his hand again until another voice cut in.

"Don't damage her, Johnny," A new voice warned, another man.

"Don't use my f*cking name! Idiot piece of sh!t!" I heard the first one shove the second.

"He wants her undamaged!" He repeated.  I struggled against the cuffs again while they immaturely argued like cats in heat.

"Go make yourself useful and tell Boss she's awake," He huffed. I heard retreating footsteps and a bright light made my eyes squeeze close as a door opened then slammed shut. "While we wait," I heard a new set of footsteps casually coming closer.  "Boss didn't say we couldn't touch..."

I winced as he began to push my dress up, terrified he would find the gun from Luca.  They must not have searched me at all because I felt it still strapped on my leg.

Grossly rough hands slid up my body, squeezed my breasts then slid around my back.  I bit my lip to stifle any sounds, not wanting to satisfy him farther with showing any fear. Hot, stinky halitosis breath fanned my cheek as dry lips grazed my jaw.  Unable to take it anymore, I rolled my head back then slammed it forward making contact with his face. The bonus was hauling my legs up and kicking him in the groin.

"F*cking b!tch!" He snarled with a muffled voice.  Hopefully I broke his nose. "You will pay for that!"  Fast steps crossed toward me but they abruptly halted as the door creaked open.

"Get your hands off of her, Tony!" A new voice yelled from the doorway. I squinted at the invading light, turning my face to hide behind my arm.  "She is our most distinguished guest."

"She broke my f*cking nose!" Tony whined.

"P^ssy," I mumbled.

"Yes he is, Little One," The new man chuckled as he slowly crossed the room toward me. The backlight cast him in a black shadow. "You are your father's daughter."

"Wh-what?" I stuttered.  So that's how I was connected to all of this?

"Is it her then, Boss?" Tony asked.

A rough hand stroked my cheek with the knuckles.  "She's the one." I could hear the menacing grin behind his words.  "Get her down and bring her."

"Where are you taking me?"  I screamed as Tony reached up to unlock the chains.

The Boss stopped in the doorway, light behind him casting an ominous silhouette. He slowly turned to answer in a menacing snarl over his shoulder, "To give your boyfriend a show he will never forget."

****
Luca

****Italic words are spoken in Italian****

WHACK!

My dear childhood friend Tommy, slammed the butt of his baseball bat onto my thigh again.  I clenched my jaw just before impact, determined not to satisfy this sadistic f*ck with any sounds. 

"So..." He began again, for the thousandth time since I came to.  "How's the family?"

"Go f*ck yourself, Tommy," I spat. How we were ever friends, I'll never figure out.  Probably because of the once alliance between our families.

Tommy chuckled then swung his bat again. "I'm just trying to catch up with my old friend! And you disrespect me?" He reared the bat back, readying to swing and I clenched my jaw again. A door swinging open loudly drew his attention away.

"She's awake, Boss," Some guy called from the doorway.  Tommy dropped the bat immediately. I seethed inwardly knowing they must be talking about Madison. At least she was safe and alive.  For now.

"I should go greet our...special guest," Tommy winked at me before strolling out the door.

Dumbf*ck only had me attached to a chair by rope.  I struggled against the binds hoping to at least loosen them.  The burning pain was easy to ignore. I've been through worse.

Father put Brayden and I through much worse when we each turned 16. He staged a mafia level kidnapping.  We were tortured and beaten to test if we would submit.  Braydan did but I didn't.

"Get your f*cking hands off me!"  Madison? My eyes flicked to the door as it was kicked in. "Put me down!"

The door burst open and in strode Tommy with Madison swung over his shoulder. He swung her down then slammed her into a chair similar to mine so we were facing each other a few yards away.

"Luca!" Madison gasped. Those charming sapphire gems widening then glistening with tears. "What do you want with us?" She bravely demanded, glaring fiercely at Tommy who stood behind her. Madison tried to move away as he stroked her hair.

"Come now, Madison," Tommy chuckled slowly tightening his grip on her hair and leaned down by her ear. "We all speak the same language."

Madison's eyes softened and glistened with tears as she flicked those incredible sapphire orbs back at me.  Was that guilt? I frowned back, not understanding what Tommy was rambling about.

"Let him go," She snarled, in perfect Italian.  My eyes widened in shock and hers spilled a few tears.

She speaks italian?

She...understands italian?

Madison lied to me?

I glazed over and returned to my natural cold scowl.  "Let her go, Tommy," I sneered.  "Your quarrel is with me."

"Now that is where you are incorrect, Friend," Tommy chuckled.  "Sweet Madison here," He leaned forward to graze his lips over her ears.  I would cut those lips off right after his hand.  "She is worth something to me.  Quite a bit, actually."

"She's not worth anything!" I yelled, losing precious composure for a brief moment attempting to deter his attention away from Madison. 

"Oh..." He chuckled and placed a light kiss on her cheek. Madison winced and paled. "But she is."

"Who says?" I asked chuckling. "She is just a dancer at our club."

Tommy snapped his finger and the door opened again.  Tony dragged in a very beaten and bloody Johanna. I recognized her by the scar on her shoulder where I cut off her tattoo.  Madison opened her mouth to say something but I shook my head subtly to signal her into silence.  Thankfully, she obeyed.

"Dear Johanna here," Tommy strolled over to her and Johanna cowered fruitlessly.  "After some...encouragement"," Tommy winked. So he f*cked her. "Told us one of your father's men, brought in Garrett Falladori's daughter and she was your newest girl."  He strolled his way to stand next to Madison. "She looks just like him, yes?"

Madison closed her eyes, jaw tightly clenched as tears trailed down her cheeks.  So he was telling the truth.  She even lied about her name. At least now we know it wasn't the Falladori's who had been attacking at our drops and other businesses causing all the havoc recently. It's been the Gagliano.

Traitors.

"Now that this pet over here," He waved his gun at Johanna.  "Has served her purpose, I have no more use for her."

I heard the cocking of his gun and knew what he was about to do.  Poor Madison was looking wide eyed back and forth between Tommy and Johanna begging for him not to hurt her again but he wasn't going to stop. 

"Madison! Look at me!"  She did, just as Tommy pulled the trigger.  Johanna's brains splattered on the floor.

Her lips trembled as she sobbed.  Despite the lies, I wanted to pull her into my arms.

"Why?" Madison hissed, tears stopping and now her eyes flashing with anger. 

"Why, my pet?" Tommy laughed as he waved his gun around.  "Your boyfriend here...f*cked my sister back in the day."

"Cause you f*cked my girlfriend!" I spat back in annoyance, rolling my eyes.  "And your dear Momma was out of town."

Whack!

F*ck! I'm gonna hit him with that bat!

"You decapitated my prized stallion and put the severed head in my bed!" Tommy yelled, frantic now as he aimed the gun at my head.

"I saw it in a movie once," I shrugged nonchalantly, spit blood onto the cement floor then flicked my eyes up at Tommy, smirking.   "And always wanted to try it."

Madison scoffed and chimed in, "Oranges anyone?"

I grinned at her.  This was why I loved her.  Sassy and sexy.

"Well, now I will have the last laugh, Luciano," Tommy declared darkly.  He returned to crouch behind Madison and hovered near her cheek earning a whimper.  "It will be so sweet!  Getting revenge on you, f*cking the Falladori heiress and when I'm done with her...I'll kill her, eliminate any loyal to Falladori and take over!  Giving me the title I've always deserved!"

"Get your f*cking hands off me!" Madison screamed as Tommy hauled her up by her hair and roughly dragged her to a nearby metal table and sat her on the edge.

Foolishly for Tommy but luckily for Madison, they left her hands unbound so she fought, screamed and scratched at Tommy with all her might.

That's my girl. 

I fought against the ropes, feverishly trying to get free so I could save Madison.  Tommy already shoved his way between her legs, his grimy lips on her neck and gross hands feeling up her curvy body. I froze at what I heard next.

"What the f*ck is this?"

BANG!

"MADISON!"

Uh oh!  What does Tommy want with Madison?

Who does she look like?

Did anyone get the stallion head reference? *wiggles eyebrows*

What happened to Madison?

I have to go to the DMV on this last day of my spring break. 😏
Last time I went and checked in n Facebook, I kid you not it said "the place people go to wait and die" LOL

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