Saved By Him

Chapter 33

Isabella Rose

As Vincent and I follow closely behind Valentino into the basement, we share a wary glance in response to the clear anger radiating off Valentino.

"qualcosa è andato storto con le spedizioni?" Vincent asks him, trying to break the ice.
(Did something go wrong with the shipments?)

"Si" Valentino replies, not bothering to elaborate.

Vincent looks at me with an expression that said 'that's maybe why he's so angry', yet still not convinced.

I nod in response, a shiver running down my spine as the cold air of the basement hits me.

The stench of blood and rotten flesh grew, making me scrunch my nose in disgust.

We walked past the first few cells, which were different to the rest at the back since it had a steel door which completely closed off the inside of the cell.

It gave me flashbacks of the time I was in there, when I was first kidnapped and brought here.

It was a blessing that I was in one of these cells - and not the ones at the back - or I would have been disturbed by the sight of the other men.

There were at least another ten cells in here, the rest with metal bars as doors, allowing me to see into them of the unconcious men.

I grimaced at the sight of one cell with a dead, bloody body. I almost threw up at the long, rotten jelly thing next to it, completely looking like an intestine.

Fuck that's disgusting.

I was too busy being disgusted by it, that I didn't realise Valentino had stopped walking causing me to walk into his back.

Fuck his back is hard.

But my thoughts didn't dwell on it any further, as I watched him turn to me with narrowed eyes.

"Sorry" I mutter sarcastically, making him roll his eyes as he takes a key out of his pocket and picks up a metal rod.

I look through the iron bars as he opens the lock, the sight of Antonio lying on the floor against the wall becoming clear.

His blue eyes connect with mine, and a small smile of hope slithers it's way onto his face.

It looked genuine. However I was once fooled by his Russian brother, and I didn't want a repeat of history.

I examined him whilst Valentino and Vincent conversed quietly in Italian before entering. Antonio looked untouched, which meant that Valentino hadn't harmed him yet.

Though I didn't know whether he'll trust him or not.

"Valentino Moretti, it's been a while"

"And here I was beginning to think you'd never show your face again" Valentino mutters, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt as he entered.

I internally scolded myself when my eyes chose to gaze at his clear veins. It's a sight I could undoubtedly stare at all day.

"Well we both knew I'd always be back. After all, the Russian mafia belongs to me" Antonio claimed with confidence.

Valentino started to laugh. His tone was dark, which mirrored the expression on his face, as he stalked towards him and crouched so that he was face to face.

"Funny, your son of a bitch brother seems to disagree" Valentino says raising his eyebrow.

I feel goosebumps appear onto my arm as Antonio's smile forms into a straight line, his eyes narrowing. I blinked for a second, and instead of looking at him I was seeing his brother, discomfort immediately clawing at my chest, "He's not my fucking brother"