She's Mine

Chapter thirty-eight : gone

---------Violet Sullivan---------

Mason left three days ago to head back home. Cristiano, Mason, and I ate cake, and Mason seemed to bond with Cristiano.

These past few days have been amazing, I've missed Mason so much. Seeing him off at the airport was hard, I cried but just a little before Cristiano forced him onto the plane.

Now that I have graduated, I can officially practice nursing. I've been brainstorming, of course, the Santori family needs me but I can also help elsewhere.

I watch as the sun sets outside my office windows. My desk littered with nursing textbooks and old notes. 

I practically skip to the front door when I hear the familiar creak of the front steps. I stand ready for Cristiano to walk in rumpled hair and all.

"Waiting for someone?"

I tense, shocked and scared.

I stand still contemplating my next move, the man in front of me is not Cristiano. Not any of the Santori brothers. 

He is a tall man with a thick Spanish accent. His hair is pitch black and gelled back. Three other men stand behind him holding guns.

I stare left than right, trying to find a safe exit.

If only I could get to my phone.

"You know how this goes, easy or hard? I'll let you choose."

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--------Cristiano Santori------

I'm signing paperwork when Lucio enters my office followed by Matteo.

"Yes?"

"Cristiano."

"yes?"

"Cristiano!"

I lay my pen down, it's too late for their shit.

A shaking Lucio hands me his phone and I snatch the phone from his hands.

"Yes?"

"I've got your bitch."

I grip the phone shaken by the voice, no, it can't be.

Marco Alessi

The man who killed my father.

He has Violet.

I fall to my knees, kneeling phone still to my ear.

"Let me speak to her."

"That would be too easy right, Cristiano?"

I shake my head trying to figure out a safe solution.

"What do you want?"

"For your empire to fall."

The call ends with a beep and I stay still, shell shocked.

I rise from my knees and grab my gun from my safe.

"Go get the men."

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-------Violet Sullivan-------

I have no idea how long I've been here.

Or how much blood I've lost.

Or where I'm at.

Or where Cristiano is.

I'm fed once a day to keep me alive.

I meet with a doctor once a week to make sure I stay alive.

He wants to keep me alive to lure Cristiano here.

The thought makes my pounding migraine worse.

I lay on the concrete floor with my vision blurred from blood.

I just want to go home.

I hear the metal gate being pushed open.

"Hold her up."

I'm picked up by a man while another man who I can identify as having the same Spanish accent rolls up his sleeves.

"You'll be happy to know he's close."

"But you'll both be dead when he gets here."

I can't move, my body has been drained of any energy I had left.

"Maybe I'll let you two share one last kiss."

He laughs but only a terrible evil sound escapes his chapped lips.

My head only rolls when I feel a fist smash against my cheekbone already bruised.

He only hits me a few times before leaving me alone in silence once again.

I have no energy to fight back or speak.

I just lay waiting for him.