"I know what just happened was probably scary for you girls but can you please be quiet?!" Angelo stood on the stage with all of us seated around him, the room fell silent. "Thank you" he cleared his throat before looking around the room "Obviously it's not safe here anymore. If the Russians know we are here then all of our enemies know we're here" "stating the obvious" Sasha muttered, crossing her arms over her chest"Sasha did I ask for your contribution?" he stared at her until she submitted, shaking her head. "good. now we need to relocate the club... and that's going to take some time. so whilst we do that you girls are moving onto the estate" "seriously?" Sasha shot up off her seat, excitement rushing through her"yes..." Angelo trailed off, obviously worried by her giddiness... But I was worried too... not because of Sasha... The location of the estate was a mystery, I've heard rumours the whole Italian Mafia in New York lives there...and that's a lot of men with guns. Plus
'"If you don't tell us, we'll just have to take you with us and have some fun with you..." the one behind me said letting go of my hair. But before I could run he grabbed me roughly around the waist, pulling me to his body. "we could have so much fun..." he bit on my ear lobe causing a loud scream to erupt from my lips." I shot up, sweat dripping down my face. I stared blankly into the darkness, tugging the covers closer to me. I lay back down, trying to steady my breathing."Vanessa?" Christiano's voice filled the room, followed by the sound of the door shutting. He shuffled over to the bed, before sitting down on the edge. "what is wrong? I heard you screaming." the dim moonlight illuminated his face, his usually perfect hair was messy and tousled and he only wore a set of checked pyjama bottoms that hung dangerously low on his hips. "I... it was just a nightmare" he rubbed his face, sighing loudly."The Russians?" "hmm... yes" I swallowed the lump which sat in my throat. he made
The sun seeped into the room, lighting up every part. I didn't sleep all night, I couldn't stop thinking about the kiss last night. Christiano still lay fast asleep next to me, his back still facing me.I don't understand.... I wish there was some sort of.... subtitles that would come and help me out because I had no clue what was going on. Christiano hadn't just kissed me...he'd done it twice and both times had been full of emotion... It made me feel something, deep down inside of me. But he never wanted to talk about it... I know it is weird to talk about a kiss you just shared but it would really help me out here. What was he thinking? Was this his way of showing that he liked me? or am I other thinking this and this is just what he does? But I knew one thing... I couldn't be here when he woke up. I pulled the covers back, checking that I didn't wake him up. I tiptoed over to the dresser and grabbed my floral yoga pants, my black sports bra and the matching black top. I grabbed my
I slowly opened my door, checking to see if Christiano was still asleep in my bed. He wasn't, luckily. I needed a plan, I needed to make sure Sam couldn't be trusted, before Christiano found out and blew his head off regardless."you look deep in thought" Carly appeared behind me, closing the door.I sat down on the window seat, pulling my knees close to me. "Do you ever hear something and like... have no clue what to do with the information?" she gave me a puzzled expression "what have you heard?" she sat down next to me, crossing her legs and turning to face me."I... I don't really know if I'm honest. I wish I spoke Russian" "Did the men at the club say something to you?" her brown eyes dropped sadly"no... no" she perked up slightly "I... heard someone out at the bottom of the gardens... they were talking to someone on the other side of the gate... in Russian. It was suspicious and I just...I don't know what to do" I buried my face in my knees"who was it?" she asked, pushing he
Christiano~~~~~~~~I was sat in my office, Angelo sat across from me, a glass of scotch in his hand. "How is the deal going with the Americans?" I asked, picking up the smoking cigarette off the ash tray. "they want the full shipment by-" he was cut off as Carly entered the room, a disorientated look on her face."Sorry to interrupt" an awkward smile tugged at her lips."take a seat Carly" I pointed to the other seat next to Angelo. She sat down awkwardly, pushing her blonde hair behind her shoulders. In all of the years I had never seen Carly so awkward, she was always so joyful... but right now she looked as though she had seen a ghost. "What can I help you with?" I stubbed the cigarette out, before leaning forward on the desk."well.... Urm... me and the girls.... well we... ya know..." I knew she was lying to me. When Carly lied her nose twitched slightly and her eyes open fully."no i dont know..." Angelo replied for me, taking a sip of his drink."ok great..." she chirped.
The next dayChristiano~~~~~~~~"What's our plan boss?" Joey shouted above the crowed. I had gathered all of my men in the courtyard, we needed some sort of plan to get her back... but in all honesty I didn't know where she was. Sam had taken her yes, but why? I had no clue where he would take her, or who he was..."We need to gather all the intel we can. Did anyone see anything suspicious? was anyone around when he drove off?" They all stayed silent, their faces slightly awkward."When I ask a question! I expect an answer!" the rage was bubbling up inside of me, I don't like it when my things get stolen. And I especially detest it when people I care about go missing!"I.. I've heard him speaking some foreign language on the phone boss" Mario, Sam's old next door neighbour chirped up over the crowed."what did it sound like?" I asked"was it like это" Angelo added "yes! it sounded just like that!" Mario replied"So he's a Russian then" Angelo gave me a sympathetic look "Mario are y
It had been a week... a week since Sam took me. I had hoped Christiano would have come and taken me away by now... But now I'd lost all hope, I didn't care anymore, there wasn't any point of living anymore. Sam would bring me food, but I wouldn't touch it and I hadn't eaten in days. I spent every hour in the corner of the room, my knees pulled closely to my chest. "You've got to eat V." Sam pushed the tray closer towards me, but I kicked it back with my foot. "Please?" he pushed it back, crouching down next to me. Again I kicked it away, this time knocking over the glass of water in the process. "I don't want to eat. you can't force me to eat." "I need you alive for this all to work!" he grabbed the bread roll of the tray holding it up to my mouth "you mean nothing to me dead.""Tough. I'm sorry I'm not cooperating with your stupid little plans" His eyes seared into me, before his hand roughly grabbed my jaw. "есть женщина" "Sam your hurting me!" he squeezed my cheeks harshly, fo
The next day I was able to leave. I was fine to walk but Christiano insisted on wheeling me to his room in a wheel chair. Everyone smiled at me sympathetically, I felt like an idiot. His room was as I expected it, it was strangely nuetral for him, I expected black.. I stationed myself on his sofa, the TV displaying reruns of friends. Someone would come and check on me every 20 minutes, often bringing food... or flowers... they do know who I am right? I am noone? I quietly watched the sun set over the garden, expecting Christiano to return soon. Right on time the door opened. Behind Christiano was a maid, holding a large silver tray. She placed it on the side table before leaving quietly. Christiano went straight to the bathroom, and stayed there for a while, before the shower turned on. I stood, stalking across to the food. A greasy cheesy toasty sat there oozing... oh my god. By the time he emerged from the bathroom the sandwich was long gone, and I'd relocated to the bed. A smil