hapter 32
Luciano
“She didn’t know…” I say breathing heavily and pacing the room.
“No, she didn’t know. She may be a ruthless assassin, but she was innocent in all of this. Nothing cigarette to the floor and lighting another one.
than a victim herself.” Flicking his
“Where would he have her?” Tony asks from his chair.
“Where she was always meant to be in his eyes. Home.”
“Then we go get her back!” I say. This is all my fault. I don’t know if she will ever forgive me but I need to get her back.
“Ha, yeah good luck with that. You don’t know the way in or around. You don’t know where his men are, how many, how loyal. You think it’ll be easy to just walk into his own home and take the one thing he’s been obsessed with for 23 years?”
“That’s why you’re going to help us.” Tony says.
“And why would 1 do that? I’m a dead man walking right now just for being caught. Not to mention, you probably want to kill me too. Sam says looking me dead in the eye.
“You help me kill your father and get your sister back and I’ll shake your hand and walk away.”
“Well then…” he says with a grin “Looks like today’s going to be fun.”
*Today? We need time to plan!” Luca pipes for the first time since entering the room. He doesn’t look anything like himself. He looks, scared?
“If we don’t move today, she could very well be dead by tomorrow. It has to be today.
Luca gulps and wipes a tear from his eye before it falls. Then he looks at me.
“You really fucked this all up man! You had the girl of your fucking dreams! The perfect Donna, she would have made this family whole again and you just fucked it up! Any of us would have given her the whole fucking world just for the smallest amount of her attention and you throw her away like fucking trash!”
I hang my head and choke back tears. “I know! I fucking know!” I can’t hold it in. Luca grabs me for a hug and I just break. Leaning on him and letting my body succumb to the guilt and pain I’m feeling for what I’ve done.”
“Enough!” Tony roars out “Get your fucking shit together and call the guys in here! We need a plan and we need to move now! You can feel like a piece of shit later when we know Ariana is safe.”
Ariana
Pain…darkness…Joneliness…nothingness. I can’t belleve I’m back here. I think I’m going to die. Death would be nice compared to the pain. The pain in my heart from Luciano’s betrayal. He didn’t even let me speak. He promised me…
“Ahhhhh” I cry out as another cut is made down my back. I’m hung from the celling, the chains cuffed tightly around my wrists and my toes just barely managed to touch the floor, making it impossible to alleviate any pain.
“Stupid, little, pathetic girl“, my father punches me hard in the face and then picks up an iron bar and smashes it on my shins causing the bones to break and 1 pull all my weight onto my wrists. He makes another cut on my hip and then my thigh.
“Twenty–six…twenty–seven…Carlos you’re keeping count, right?”
“Yes father“, he grits out.
My father continues to beat me. He breaks my fingers and when he doesn’t get the reaction he wanted from me he continues to take a blade and cut me everywhere but my neck and my face, simply stating he doesn’t want my blood on his hands when he hits me there.
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Chapter 32
By the time my father reaches 600 cuts decides he’s hungry he tells Carlos to keep any eye on me while he leaves.
“Ari, hey, hey look at me. Its Carlos, I’m here, Ari?”
“Just…kill me…please” I mumble out the best I can from my broken face.
“I can’t do that Ari, please just hold on a little longer. Sam texted me; he’s with Luciano and they’re coming here to get you.”
I don’t say anything and just let the drool mixed with blood drop from my mouth while I hang from my wrists.
“Here, Arl, open your mouth, take this and you won’t feel anything more until they get here.”
I can’t see what he’s got due to my eyes being swollen shut but I feel him put a vial to my lips. He leans my head back and pours some liquid down my throat.
“Just a little longer, Ari. Fight! I need you to fight little one, please! Stay alive, you can do this. We’re going to get you out and that bastard will die for everything he’s done.”
That’s the last thing I hear him say as my body begins to float away in
from me and my head swims in ecstasy from the pain leaving me.
I don’t feel a thing for the next however long as Angelo beats, whips and cuts me while laughing and insulting me. All I know is that he’s reached his goal of a thousand cuts because he orders everyone from the room, turns off the lights and walks out. Leaving me hanging here to bleed out and die. I let the tears fall from my swollen eyes silently. My body growing cold from the blood loss. I think the only bones he didn’t break were my arms and my back…but still everything burns. I let myself hang completely from my wrists chained to the roof and 1 slump my head. Fuck it…I give myself over to the fire in my body and the world goes black. The last thing I think of is the anger in Luciano’s face when I told him who 1 am. He put me here. I trusted him and he gave me over to the devil. I don’t really care right now if I die. Death would be peaceful.
