Written in Ink

Fifty-nine | Alonzo

 He lets out a satisfied sigh. "This is a private thing, isn't it?" Matteo puts a sick smile on his face before forcing Reagan out of the room.

"No!" I scream at the top of my lungs. "Don't you touch her! I swear! Reagan!" I shout. "Reagan! Reagan..." Tears stream down my face as I continue to fight and scream. It feels like this goes on for hours on end. My voice is gone, my head is aching. I fight as long as I can to not pass out.

Before they brought me in here, some of Matteo's men— the people that used to work for me, had their way with me. They beat the shit out of me while I was tied by my hands and feet. It was barely bearable, the only thing that got me through it was that I was getting closer to her.

Hours must have gone by by the time a round of Matteo's bruts came in and plucked Marco and I up. "For the record, I always respected you. Matteo just offered me a shit ton of money." One of my former men, Andre, states as he drags me down the hall.

The other one, Rico, speaks up. "He threatened my little sister. Said he'd expose her before killing her."

"You're not supposed to say anything." Edoro one says.

"I'm sorry man, but it's true." Rico replies. "I don't trust Matteo, I never did."

"Yeah, he stabbed Mrs. Remy Napolitani in the back." Andre says.

We turn down another narrow hallway. "Dick move on Matteo's part." Rico says, opening a large door.

Andre and Edoro throw me into the cell. "We or Matteo will visit in a few hours. Don't go to sleep or you won't wake up." Andre explains as Rico helps me up onto the revolting mattress on the floor.

"Thanks for the help guys." I laugh weakly before Andre punches me in the temple and I pass out.

The next time I wake up, we are back in the room from before. I wake up to Reagan's screaming, her pleading. "Alonzo!" She cries. I'm too weak to open my eyes, too weak to show them any evidence that I am awake.

"Reagan, Reagan, just close your eyes." Marco coos with a strained voice. "It'll be over soon."

What will be over soon? I feel so helpless. Reagan is suffering and I can't do anything to comfort her.

"No! He-he will be so pissed if he doesn't have a leg." Reagan cries hysterically.

Damn right I'll be pissed if I don't have a leg. Something in me jerks me awake and I look around to see Matteo trying to cut off my leg. There is already an incision around half my mid thigh. With my other leg I kick him hard in the chest, knocking the wind out of his lungs for enough time to get on top of him and pummel my fists into him until he is screaming for help, for the men in his hall to come help him out.

"Alonzo!" Reagan screams. While Matteo is down and getting no help, I race towards Reagan. I hold her hands but she pushes me over. "Check Marco." She motions towards him who has his head down as if he has passed out. When I hesitate, she pushes me again.

"Fine." I go over to Marco who is bleeding profusely from the abdomen. "Wake up, Marco. Don't you die! Think about the twins."

"I am." He replies weakly. "But I won't be able to for much longer..." He puts his hand up, telling me to come closer. "Help should be here soon." He whispers so quietly I don't think I even hear him.

I look up to him and he nods. "Hold on, dear friend." I urge.

"Check on her." He tells me.

Without hesitation I am at Reagan's side in seconds. Her face looks drained, and her body looks weak. "It's okay, just breathe." I coo, putting my hands on her face so she looks at me.

"I'm tired." She says weakly.

I shake my head. "I know you are, amore. Don't-don't go to sleep." I beg her.

She groans softly. "I'm scared." Her voice breaks and tears stream down her face. I hate when she cries.

"Shh, don't cry." I come closer to her and she looks up at me before her eyes widen.

"Alonzo—!" She warns me and I jerk away from Matteo coming crashing down. But it was a mistake, it made him fall onto Reagan.

Weakly, I manage to get up, limping on my leg to rip Matteo off of Reagan. He tipped the chair over, making Reagan cry out and hit her head on the concrete floor. She isn't conscious anymore.

"Reagan!" I panic, coming towards her but am wrenched back by Matteo who begins to beat me, taking extra time to jab at my leg wound. Noticing that he is waiting so much time, trying to find a way to further damage my leg, I deliver a punch to his temple when he is paying attention to my leg.

He goes down, and I kick him, swiping his knife, stabbing him an endless amount of times until he goes unconscious.

My lungs burn, eyes heavy, head swimming. All I want to do is sleep, pass out. Maybe a good coma. "Reagan." I panic, rushing towards her. "Reagan, amore." I plead, holding her head in my hands. "Amore, please don't go. Wake up." I beg.

People burst through the doors and I am wrenched back. I kick and scream, cursing them out until I look up to familiar eyes.

"Macavity. You son of a bitch—" I chuckle, spitting out blood.

He laughs. "Present."

"Reagan!" Evelyn squeals, running into the room, and rushing to her side. "She's not breathing!"

I struggle against Macavity to go towards her. "Evelyn knows what to do, just relax man, take a minute for yourself." He urges.

"No, she needs me." I beg.

"She needs a doctor. Evelyn is the closest we have right now." Macavity says.

I look at her hurt, and painned state. I can't believe I've brought all this pain onto her. All this danger and death. She deserves none of it. "I need your help with something." I say weakly.

"Anything, man." He replies.

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