Over the years, Rose has learned how to be self-reliant. Her childhood had been lonely and unforgiving to Rose. However, she survived coming out the other end as a strong-willed and intelligent young woman.
After a series of bad choices, Rose's fami...
A/N Y'all, I can't with what I just wrote. Anyways enjoy.
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Giani got into the car with most of his family. He sat in the passenger seat while Darlo drove. The silence was deafening, and no one dared to break it. Giani felt a tear fall down his cheek, and his Dad noticed. Shocked that Giani was in tears, that he didn't even bother to hide it. Giani looked towards him gaining everyone's attention.
"It's so much worst than we thought,"
The car was silent after he spoke the words the family feared most. How could what they already know been worst? Rose was only a child, a child who was beaten, torn to the core, sexually abused while they felt like they didn't do enough. They felt like somehow they could have brought her out of the darkness and into the light. None of them necessarily knew what worst meant and were left with unanswered questions.
"What do you mean?" Darlo asked, occasionally glancing towards Giani. Giani was at a loss for words. He was still processing, and how could he describe this without coming to tears or making the car crash? The answer was he couldn't.
"I-I," Giani stumbled over his words, not knowing what to say. "Ask Marco when we get him somewhere. Make him confess," Giani said. He didn't want to relay the wrong information and downplay how it was. He was the only one out of the bunch that has interacted with that monster. Sometimes people say you can see evil by looking someone in the eye, but his eyes were empty. No remorse, pride, pity, happiness, madness was shown. Marco was an empty shell of a man.
He was hollow—a man who learned not only to live with his sins but to relish in them.
Darlo nodded his head, doubt filling him. None of them have realized that this was happening. That the person who hurt their Rose was in the trunk of their car unconscious. It all seemed too good to be true.
Darlo leads the way to a warehouse that he also has in every state. For reasons exactly like this, he thinks it's necessary. The black SUVs drove through the thick trees and occasional swamped roads to finally make it to their destination. The warehouse didn't look like much. It wasn't an important place for the mafia. It wasn't mainstream like the others in big city's.
All of them got out of the cars while Giani and Gino pulled out Marco from the car's trunk. Rose avoided eye contact with anyone knowing that you could tell she just balled her eyes out. It was a sad attempt, but she couldn't stand the look of pity. It made her skin crawl. Rose followed them into the warehouse. As they walked in, no one was hardly there, besides a few stragglers here and there.
Some of them stiffened a the sight of their boss that most of them haven't ever met, and others looked curiously, knowing this is the first and last time they would probably see them. Giani and Gino lead the way down a set of stairs into the basement. Unlike what Rose expected, it was actually pretty clean to start with. But the farther down the hallway, the worst it got. Blood covered the floors in front of the metal doors, which showed that blood seeped under the doors.
