Something Unexpected(ON Hold)

Chapter Ten

Things got tense quick, as business became real. In front of him, the devil had a file. Opening it he began to spout off information about me, and I had a flashback to the police station.

"Maya Jane Johnson, born May 8th, 1993. Parents James and Marice Johnson. One sibling, a Thomas Johnson. All diseased as of 2011. Car accident. No other known family," he paused and read to himself, before skipping something. "Brought into the mafia at the age of 20 by a Dominick, now deceased."

Vincent spoke up then, "Yes, can we keep going? We both know you're going to give her back to me, let's just get th-"

He broke off, due to the fact that Alessandro had casually leaned over to open a drawer, and upon straightening: put a Colt Gold Cup® Series model O5070X softly on his desk. It was a warning, a very clear warning. "Now," Alessandro continued, "up until recently you were with Dominick, before for some reason he let you go. Something very unheard of, especially considering how much you were given access too. So please, topolina, tell us why he let you go."

(Little mouse)

Surprised, I looked up, "Why he let me go?"

An eyebrow rose, "That is what I just asked you."

I shrugged, and avoided eye contact, "He just wanted more for me. He was like a grandfather."

Shaking his head, Alessandro stroked his gun, "You're lying."

I lifted my shoulders in a shrug, "It doesn't matter why he let me go. I wasn't going to go against omertá and he knew that."

The gun was fully in his hand now, and he inspected it carefully, "So you're really not going to tell me?"

I shook my head, "There is nothing to tell, bossy."

Vincent opened his mouth to say something, and without a warning; the gun was up and there was a hole in Vincent's head. Alessandro's eyes connected with my wide ones, and he said calmly, "This meeting is over. Michael, take the girl downstairs. Leave her there until she feels ready to talk."

Michael, among the others in the room, looked shocked. He stood slowly and began to walk towards me before he grabbed my arm and hefted me up. Shock and fear entered my system and I began to try and pull my way from him, "Downstairs? I thought we were downstairs!" Struggling against him, I was dragged to the door. Any hint of the kind mountain was gone, "Michael? Where are you taking me?"

The door was opened and I was tugged out. The bitch boss was waiting, a smirk on her face. She was barely dressed and waved her fingertips at me, "Hello, skank."

Being dragged as I was, it took me a second to realize she was wearing one of my shirts.

It happened all over again.

I think.

Something feral took over me, and suddenly Michael's hold was no match for me. He screamed in agony as my claws tore through his skin, and I didn't think twice before jumping at the bitch. I tore at anything I could get ahold of, and I was doing good. She wasn't a match for me either, and something inside of me was proud. She was beneath us. How dare she flaunt my shirt in front of me?

Nothing could stop me. Guards came to the woman's rescue, but backed away with one swipe of my hand.

I was in control.

Smiling in victory, I stood. Practically bathed in her blood, I was sure I got my message through to her. Turning, I relished in the way the guards backed away from me in fear, and held my arms out to Michael who was nursing his arm.

"Lead me downstairs now," I smiled viciously, blood dripping from my fingers.

He looked me over, and I took in the way his wounds were already healing. Brows drawing together, I risked a glance over my shoulder at the ridiculous imposter, to find her still curled on the floor bawling. Smiling at this, I turned back to Michael.

He stood tall, and this time pulled out some sort of zip-tie from the folds of his crazy uniform. Zip tying my hands, he turned to a guard, "Go in and tell the Alpha his mate is out here and she's bleeding."

The guard nodded, and something growled under my breath, "She isn't his mate."

Eyes growing wide, my hands found their way up to cover my mouth, and I looked at Michael, shocked. "That wasn't me," I swore, "none of this was."

He laughed, a glimpse of the nice mountain, before reaching out and grabbing my arm in a bruising hold. "Let's go, cucciola."

(puppy, cub, or any type of baby animal)

And then he seemingly led me down, down, and down again. Taking me down a flight of stairs, he came to stop in front of a door. Pulling out a set of keys, he unlocked the door, and held it open for me.

It opened into a sterile white hallway, with big metal doors on either side. Windows with a thick looking glass were situated in the middle of every door, and while Michael led me down, I peeked inside a couple. The majority were empty, but the ones that weren't... the images would scar me forever.

Stopping in front of a door, reality came crashing down and I began to shake my head, "Please don't leave me here!" I begged, grabbing Michael's arm.

Sticking the key in the lock, Michael didn't spare me a glance as he opened it and held out his arm for me to enter. Slowly I stepped into the white room, and turned to face him. "Your little stunt of control loss will mean you will be down here for a while, Maya. Get used to the noises."

I blinked, confused, and he took that moment to slam the door shut.

And then I understood what he meant by noises.

The halls might have been silent, but the walls... the walls talked. They screamed, they cried, they moaned.

The noises of the other nightmares in the other rooms.

Was I a nightmare now, too?

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