6 Valentino

The drive is like all the others we’ve made.

Bullshitting about some broad one of them picked up in the last twenty-four hours or how long it will take before one of them knocks some one up for not using their actual head to think.

When we pull up out side the house we all get out and surround the place.

The first to go in through the unlocked door.

Yeah I said it unlocked door, like earlier it’s for me to knows and you to mind your own business.

Lighting up a smoke I lean against a he car and pull out my phone.

Me: Is the girl still in the basement?

Santino: Just like I said she would be.

Me: What’s her condition?

Santino: Alive.

The sound of footsteps on the gravel drive way draws my attention up just as Marco comes walking g towards me with a leggy thing held to his chest.

“We said pick up not walk downs the fucking isle”

“Just cuz you don’t care what the boss says doesn’t me I don’t, he might of said pick up but for all I know it could be a fucking test” Marco says as he lays the girl down on the floorboard.

Smart man. Ales said to treat her like a pick up but Marco has a good point in all this could be some fucking test to see just how loyal we are to the family and since she’s family that means we need to treat her like it.

Her life now has a greater value then our own and with her in the fucking picture it will now be our lives before hers, always.

"Drive" I order once I've confirmed that it's her.

The girl has a few bruises on her face and even a scar above her right brow, but other then that she seems to be okay.

“Hand me a smoke” I tell Vic who’s been as silent as a fucking church mouse since we left the main house three fucking hours ago.

Pulling onto the main road the street lights add a glow to the girls face and I can't help but to stare at her.

For a few minutes all I can do is take her in, she’s fucking stunnin, even in a chloroform induced slumber.

She has plump pink pouty full lips and a slender nose that fits perfectly with her bone structure, she's fucking gorgeous.

I wonder what her eyes look like what color they are, what her voice sounds like.

I look away from her and out the window trying to shake the thoughts that are running in my head.

"Take her to the block" I say to my men as we get out of the car once we've reached the compound.

Carlo grabs the girl ruffly tossing her over his shoulder, holder her by the thighs and for some reason it pisses me off watching him touch her even if it is for a job.

They head off to the blocks and I head off to let Alessiano know we're ready.

"Boss she's in the blocks"

"Whats her condition" he asks as he pulls on his jacket.

"The used chloroform to knock her out but she was already asleep when the got to her so we used it to keep her asleep. She has a few small bruises that look like they've started to fade but other then that she's good"

"Very well then shall we" I hold the door open for him to pass and we head down to observe the torcher she's about to be put through.