"Allora?" Vinchenzo hissed into the phone, "Basta! Basta!" He screamed before he slammed the phone against the wall, muttering a loud string of curses in Italian.
[Well?] [Enough! Enough!]
"Get to work!" He yelled before he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me into the dark room, filled with cobwebs and red stains.
A horrible stench filled the room, once again, there were no windows in order to allow fresh air into the room. I looked at the bucket and the cleaning detergents before I sighed and got to work. I scrubbed the red stains off the wall, the water in the bucket turned blood red.
The door opened and a fair-haired man entered the room, gun in hand, his blue eyes sharp. I ignored his presence and continued to scrub the floor hating the fact that I had to be subservient to a mafia leader that I was planning to take down.
You'll be out of here soon, very soon. I told myself as a form of encouragement. It eventually became my only thought and a mantra I repeated. I continued scrubbing the red trail that was on the floor however it wouldn't budge.
"Dovresti provarti questo!" The man said throwing me a metallic cloth that smelt of iron.
[You should try this one!]
"I don't understand Italian. What did you say?" I asked him clutching the cloth in my hand as I looked at him.
"Use it. It's good for scrubbing floors." He shrugged as he sat back.
"You're supposed to say grazie dolcezza!" He insisted.
[Thanks honey]
"Um, Grazie Dolcezza?" I repeated hesitantly, unaware of what I was saying.
He grinned, "My name is Tristiaan." He told me.
"Stephanie," I replied almost casually. My fake name rolling off my tongue with absolute ease.
"Lovely name for a lovely girl," Tristiaan said.
"Thank you," I blushed lightly and continued to scrub the floor.
"Why are you here?" Tristiaan asked me suddenly and I looked up at him.
"I guess I got caught in crossfire." I shrugged as if the whole ordeal didn't bother me in the slightest.
"How so?" He asked me.
I shrugged, "My ex was threatening to kill me so I ran."
"What a stupid place to run to." He said and leaned back in his chair, the light from the bulb in the centre of the room reflecting off the handle of his clean gun.
"I didn't know where I was running to anyways," I said innocently.
"I'm sure. Well, I'm sorry you had to get caught here. You really do not deserve this. You seem to be a good person." Tristiaan said.
"What is this room?" I asked, "And why is there red paint on the walls and floor?" I asked as I rubbed my wet hands on my knees.
"Do you want me to answer that?" He asked me.
I nodded, "Of course."
"Well, this is a torture room. The walls are most likely the blood from when the bullet went through the skull and blew out a few brains." He said with a sinister smile making my whole body shiver.
"Why am I touching a deceased man's brain!" I yelled dropping the wiry cloth.
Tristiaan laughed, "I'm not joking, but I guess it's your job, after all, Stephanie. You brought it upon yourself, to be honest."
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Reds' Mafia Leader ✔
Romance× Book One Of The Red Mafia Series × "I don't understand how you could do that to me. I trusted you." I whimpered. "That's your fault." "I hate you." "I don't care." He shrugged walking off leaving me alone to face everyone else alone. ××× On the v...
