𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝│𝑬𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟏

I gain back consciousness when I felt something cool hitting my badly beaten skin. My head hung low and my hair stuck to my skin. I tense when I felt a presence behind me, then the person harshly tugs on my hair back and a scream of pain escapes my lips. 

"Hello bellissima." The Russian accent thick. 

"кусок дерьма" I greeted back with an eye roll. 

Translate: Piece of shit

"I'm going to let that slide, feeling nice today, but next time a bullet with penetrate that pretty little head of yours."

"I think it's too late for courtesy." I tried to use my tied hands to motion around the... very old, broken-down, concrete, and moldy place they use as a base. I didn't realize it before but now I can get a proper look around I would think the place belongs to rats and stray animals.

"Sorry it's not up to your liking darling, next time we'll take it into consideration." The man's voice is laced with sarcasm and he moved to a table on the right. I hear metallic tools clinking against the table as he moves them around.

"How long as I've been here?" I ask genuinely wanting to know.

The man looks at his watch and up back at me, "Almost 48 hours, why?"

"The fact that you just answered my question says a lot." As I finished my statement, the doors announced that someone has entered.

"Мэл, нас вызвал босс. Судя по всему, его жена и дети пропали, и он хочет получить ответы." The man glances over to me before he began speaking again, "Мы все знаем, кто это сделал, но можно ли их винить? Сначала он взял что-то у них, и я не говорю о ней."

Translate: Mal, boss has summoned us. Apparently, his wife and kids are missing and he wants answers. We all know who did this but can you blame them? He took something from them first and I ain't talking about her.

"Хорошо, но просто чтобы вы знали, что она знает русский язык, все, что вы только что сказали, она понимает." The man that I know now as Mal said the other man.

Translate: Okay, but just for you to know she knows Russian, everything you just said she understands.

"Это правда, и довольно неуважительно говорить на другом языке, если кто-то еще присутствует в комнате, хотя я говорю на итальянском, русском, португальском и других языках." I replied with sly grin on my face knowing Enzo has sucessfully saved the wife and kids of Petrov.

Translate: It's true and it's quite disrespectful to talk another language will someone else is present in the room although I speak Italian, Russian, Portuguese, and other languages.

"Он не говорит по-английски." Mal stated and the man rolls his eyes before leaving the room.

Translate: He doesn't speak English.

"I'll be back soon darling." He leaves the room and I start inspecting the room and trying to memorize the layout of the room. 

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About an hour later, Mal comes back into the room, anger radiating off him as he curses in Russian. He starts repeating sentences, I'm assuming words from Petrov. The paced back and forth the room with his hands running through his jet-black hair.

"Question?" I asked with a raised eyebrow to which he replied with a hum.

"Why are working for Petrov? Don't get me wrong this lifestyle is..." I trail off, trying to find the right word. "excited for the most part and I understand the adrenaline you get when you kill but why work for Petrov?"

"Why do you care? I mean I helped- I am helping them keep you hostage."

"I don't know to be honest. I just want to enjoy my time here knowing you'll gonna regret it later." I shrug.

"Ugh, fine. When my father was young my grandfather might have pissed off some people and decided to sell my father into the Russian mafia since he was close with some people in the underground. Anyway, my dad got sold when he was about 12 years of age, and years flew past and he found love, they fucked, and nine months later- Malin Volkov. Apparently, he was stealing money to provide for my mother cause she was sick and I didn't know he was struggling financially until Petrov showed up at my house and threatened the safety of my wife and three kids." His eyes sadden as he finishes.

"What was wrong with your mom?" I ask, genuinely concerned for Mal's mother.

"She died of brain cancer and my dad committed suicide one hour after he got the news." I didn't realize I was crying until Mal wiped the tear.

"I'm sorry Mal-"

"No. I don't the pity or sympathy or whatever you people do."

"Okay. There's is also another way. I can convince Enzo to free you from Petrov and help you. It's pretty evident that you don't want this, you just wear this exterior that being in the mafia is everything but I saw right through it the moment you answered my question earlier. You have to at least some hope-" 

"Hope is dangerous. It clouds your judgment." He cuts me off.

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𝑨/𝑵 

𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒖𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒎 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒚. 

𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰'𝒎 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕.

𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒂'𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 '𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒆' 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆. 

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