Eres Mía

~ 32 ~

I groaned as the bright lights in front of me shone into my eyes. I was tied to a chair, my legs touching the floor.

Once the pain in my eyes had died down, I took in my surroundings and the unfortunate sight in front of me.

"Damien."

"Darling."

I scoffed at him. "You finally got what you wanted, didn't you? Your revenge on the Italian mafia because of what happened. I should be the one standing there, not you. I was the one that lost a large portion of my life."

"You didn't lose the two people that cared about you the most!!" He shouted, his anger clear through his expression and tone.

"I lived a hellish life in America. If only you knew how much I lost. But it could change. Couldn't it?"

"What are you talking about?" He questioned, his gun lazily swinging on his fingers.

"You and I lived the same lives; no parents, alone and abandoned. I felt that way too."

"No, you didn't. You had a family to turn to. A home."

"That building was nothing like a home. I didn't have a family to turn to, they all hated me." I answered, my voice calm.

"You look like you were kept well in that house. You seem fine. Look at me." he said, gesturing to the scar on his hand.

It ran down his palm, disrupting the lines that were already on there. He showed me one on his arm and some on his chest, disguised by tattoos.

He scoffed at me, his anger dying but present.

"Physical scars aren't the only example of a terrible past. You have no idea what I've been through. Our loss could've turned into power. Control. But no, you wanted to be selfish and challenged your sadness into revenge instead of something worthwhile for yourself."  I said.

He looked at me, shocked at my words.

"You sound like you want to get away from this life."

"You think I wanna stay here? I was gonna run, but then you showed up." I laughed coldly.

A gun harshly lifted my head up from the bottom of my chin and my eyes met Damien's.

"You wouldn't have gotten far. Not with me and two other mafias searching for you."

"I have my ways, you shouldn't doubt my skill." I shot back.

Seeing as he didn't tie down my feet, I got up with the chair on my arms and ran at Damien. I kicked him hard in the abs and he hunched over.

He tried to pull out a knife and I turned myself quickly, allowing his knife to slash through the ropes that held me arms behind the chair.

Now, I was free but couldn't reveal my weapons.

We fought each other, hand to knife. I faked a punch and he dodged it, causing him to miss my other hand coming towards his chin.

He flew backwards and hit the floor. Just as I grabbed his gun, the door behind us opened and Hernandez burst in.

I slammed my foot down on Mozorov's chest and shot Hernandez right through the heart.

"Divertiti all'inferno." I whispered.

I turned back, the gun pointed straight at Damien's forehead.

"You're coming with me." I seethed at him, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pushing his front against the wall.