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After Quentin gave up the location of his other friend, I spent a few more minutes torturing him before I shoved the fabric in his mouth again and again took off his pants before cutting his dick off as promised. It was a disgusting thing to do but he deserved it, really. I then removed the cloth from his mouth before putting his dick inside. His eyes widened as he tried to take it out but he couldn't. He choked on it while I slit his throat and watched him die slowly. It was fun.

Taking out my phone, I called the familiar name and waited for him to answer.

"Yes?"

Alessio's voice was oddly blank. He lost the love of his life a few months ago, I wouldn't blame him. What happened to him and Thea was unfair, really. I felt bad for him. He had been broken before, with that Liza or something like that girl. Apparently, she was working for the Mexican mafia and was also cheating on him. My brother lost it that day, he tortured the girl right in front of me in the worst ways possible. I remember taking part in it as well by cutting her fingers off one by one.

Anyway, Alessio had never been broken like that. Liliana was nothing compared to Thea and I knew that. He would always talk about her and show me her pictures but I never got to meet her though he promised he would introduce us one day.

That day never came. All thanks to Luigi motherfucking Gonzalez.

I haven't seen Alessio since the funeral, I did go there to see him. I even offered him a hug which was so not me—but I did it anyway. I remember seeing his friend there, I think his name was Sean or something. He was the American Mafia Leader and a very very hot dude might I add.

"I'm gonna need you to send a few of your men in the address I'll send you in a few seconds," I responded earning a small groan from him, "who'd you kill this time?"

"I swear, he deserved it." I stated. Alessio did not know about my past, nobody did. I was raped at the young age of twelve by Quentin and a few friends of his, they were all friends with my mom. It happened one night when my mother wasn't home, these men barged in my house and thought it was a good idea to rape a defenseless child. I had a hard time coping with that shit, I promised myself that I would hunt them down and kill them one by one. And I was never one to break my promises.

Life became better when I found out that the man who I thought was my father was not really my father. Apparently, my father was a dude named Robert Romano and my stupid mother knew about him yet she didn't tell me.

Oh, how I lost it that day—I tortured my excuse of a mother to death. I've always loathed her for bringing men home but when she hid something that big from me, I couldn't. She was never really a good mom, anyway. She would make me work for her, clean the house, hit me every now and then, so when I found out that she had been lying to me about who my father was, it was like something just clicked inside of me and I completely lost it.

My fifteen year old self was so thrilled when Alessio told me that he was my brother. He said that he found out about my existence through some old papers in his—our father's office in his burnt house. It was the next day that I tortured and kill my mother, and he offered to help. What a nice brother, no? The best, really.

He also told me about his job and that I had another sister but it would be safer for me if I stayed hidden and keep my real identity a secret so I did. I had my own goal in life and that was to avenge myself. That was exactly what I was doing.

"Fine," he sighed, "I'll take care of it. Hey, I've been thinking, would you like to come to my house tomorrow? You've been wanting to see Luigi, right? How about you come over and give him a piece of your mind?"

"Of course," I grinned even though he couldn't see me, "I'll see you tomorrow." I then disconnected the call and sent him the address. I was about to turn around when I felt someone apply their hand right on my pressure point making me lose consciousness within seconds. The last thing I remembered hearing was, “we got her.”

**

|Sean's POV|

"She's in the mansion, tied on a chair, in the basement. Two guards are in front of her cell." Jake, one of my men informed. He was standing straight with his hands behind his back. "She killed someone. The sight was gruesome. The man had a dick in his mouth and his face was completed unrecognisable. I'm telling you, boss, this girl's mental."

"And we found her outside the club." Travis, another one of my guys added with a nod. I glanced at him before rolling my eyes, "yeah ‘cause that's where I told you you'd find her, idiot."

He cleared his throat and lowered his head, staring at the ground in embarrassment.

"He's dumb." Nick pointed out, "what's he even doing here? Dumb people aren't fit for this job." Nick was with me since I absolutely adored spending time with that kid.

"It's not like I can fire him." I grabbed the chocolate bar from his hands and took a bite earning a groan from him, "you can't fire him but you can kill him."

"You've been spending too much time with Alessio." I stated, throwing the empty packet away.

"Don't blame him for this. I've been spending way too much time with all of you." He poked my chest with his small index finger, "you kill people too. Don't act all innocent now."

"I gotta go work now, kid." I lifted him off the kitchen counter and placed him back on the ground, "I'll drop you home."

"Why can't I see the girl you kidnapped?" He frowned, "she could be hot for all we know." I rolled my eyes at his words. "You have school tomorrow."

"Sucks to be me." He groaned then his eyes lit up, as if he just remembered something. He looked up at me with a grin on his face, "before I forget, there's this girl in my class and she's really cute. I want her. Can I have her?"

"That's not how it works." I rubbed my forehead, "aren't you fucking four?"

"Maybe," He shrugged, "but either way, I'm old enough to have feelings, aren't I? So, like I was saying, I want that girl. Kidnap her for me."

"No."

"Please?" He gave me puppy eyes which I completely ignored, shaking my head, "no."

"But—" I cut him off with a final glare, "I said no."

"You're no fun." He whined as I lifted him off the counter, "Isn't that how Ess and Angel met? He kidnapped her."

"How do you know that?"

"He told me," Nick gave me a smile, "he said it was the best thing he ever did."  I only ruffled his hair in response before taking him out to my car.

**

Groaning, I opened my eyes and blinked a few times to adjust my sight.

I was in a dark room. I felt something on my wrists making me look down and saw ropes. I was tied to a chair, in a dark room and alone. I bit my lip nervously.  That's when what happened last night came crashing down on me.

"Hello? Anybody there?" I tried to shout but my voice was hoarse due to my dry throat. "I don't know why you kidnapped me when you could've just asked me to come with you. I would've done it willingly. My life sucks anyway."

I got no reply in return. It was complete silence.

I stared down at the ropes around my wrists and tried to get rid of them with my teeth by bending my head forward but it was impossible. I let out a frustrated groan.

It was completely silent. Nobody entered the room, nor replied to what I said. I sighed, knowing there were people present because you don't just kidnap someone and leave that person without surveillance unless you're dumb. These people were just ignoring me.

I relaxed in my seat and waited for someone to walk through the door in front of me. What if it was someone who found out who I really was? What if that someone was someone that my brother pissed of and he kidnapped me for revenge? I bit my lip, shaking those thoughts away as I tried to ignore my heart which was beating extremely fast. I tried to calm myself down, not wanting to have a freaking panic attack on the enemy territory, that'd be embarrassing.

Whoever kidnapped me clearly did not know who he was messing with.