A Girl In A Man's World

Fratelli

Warning: Kinda graphic

We swerved through the lanes, passing all the cars as we went. I gripped my hands tighter around my seat belt. I turned my head to look over to Lorenzo, his hair hooded his eyes. His hands gripped the wheel, his knuckles turning white from the pressure.

"You ok? Also, where we are going?" I ask looking at him.

"You're angry right? After what happened yesterday, there's no doubt about it that you're angry." He stated, keeping his eyes straight.

"I mean, of course I'm angry. But what can I do, my brother's gone."

"Well, I for one, am fucking pissed off, but I have fun ways to fix that problem." 

I could sense the frustration and anger coming from him, but he still looked so calm.

"We're going to arrive soon. Understand that you will be protected if anything happens."

"What's going to happen?"

"Nothing, but people love to mess around, even when they know what the cost is." 

He shifted the gear and exited the motorway, deserted land surrounded us. Where even where we? He passed through the streets, as we finally came to our destination. He turned the engine off and relaxed in his seat for a second. 

"We're a bit early." He says looking down at his phone. He run his fingers through his hair, as the pieces fell back into place. 

"Stick around with me, and you'll be good." He adds as he got out of the car, heading towards my side of the car. Swiftly, he opens the car door, I grab onto his hand for support. His fingers interlocking with mine as I finally stepped out the car. 

We began walking towards a large old building. It was a musty dark green, with a few windows resembling prison cells. The irony almost made me laugh, I was the only one in my family who hasn't been in prison. The path was littered with tiny pebbles, my feet crunching with every step. 

I looked down; his hand still connected to mine. Veins ran down his hand, with a few rings hugging his fingers. I turned to the sight ahead of me, we were getting closer. A feeling of uncertainty sprung in me. I knew something bad was happening in there. I squeezed his hand tighter out of instinct. He looked down at me, his eyes softening.

"Are you ok amore?" His gentle voice asked.

[Translation: Are you ok love?]

I nodded, knowing that this was not going to be good.

We encountered the door. Lorenzo knocked forcefully on the steel door, as a man in some type of uniform opened it. 

"Mr. Angelo" He said as he greeted Lorenzo. 

We stepped inside, our steps echoing through the halls. Lorenzo began leading me down the hallway until we were Infront of a staircase. I could hear a few voices as we went lower down the floor. With every dreaded step, I wanted to run out of this place. We were finally at the lower ground. He walks me in front of a door that was hiding loud voices behind it.

He opens the door. My breath hitched in my throat. Samuel sat on a chair in the middle of the room. His arms and legs locked in position with steel chains hugging them. His head hung low. I wanted to help him, but he was the one who nearly killed me. It was all his fault, and for what? Some extra respect to a name? All the empathy for him disappeared. Rage fueled through me. I stared right at him. I was going to get revenge, and if it couldn't be my brother, he was the next choice. 

I walked towards him, unhooking my hand from Lorenzo's. Avoiding the stares from the other strange men in the room, I stepped in front of Samuel.

"What did he give you in return for what you did?" I ask, never letting my voice break. I couldn't show any weaknesses in front of him.