CHAPTER THIRTY SIX

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<MILAN, ITALY> Thursday, September 10 8:00am

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<MILAN, ITALY>
Thursday, September 10 8:00am

I woke up with a slap to my face like I have for the last two weeks. I opened my eyes to see a man in all black with a knife in his hand ready to bruise and cut me up some more.

That car accident was a accident and a purpose I was crying after Aleksanders hurtful words that I crashed into the gate but then another car crashed into my car ending me to drive down the hill when I got out I texted the groupchat 'help me' before two men carried me away with my phone.

I hope my family is safe.

"Where is it?" He yelled in my face.

I smirked up at the ugly guard, completely ignoring his question. Does he really think I'm that stupid I'm not telling them shit.

"Well if you don't tell us maybe Mr. De Sanchez can get it out of you" He said and my face went pale.

No.

No, no, no.

He can't be here.

"He's right upstairs if you'd like" He said, crawling the knife up my arm drawing blood.

"No" I cry.

"Please god no I don't wanna see that bastartd" I cried, I fucking cried.

"Because he raped you for four years so fucking what I raped my sister and she got over it moved on and had a family until I butchered them" He said with a evil smirk on his face.

Why are people so disgusting?

"Tell us where it is or Mr. De Sanchez will come down" He said and I cried.

"I don't fucking know you ugly pig" I said and earned a punch to the face blood dripped down from my nose.

"How could Aleksander ever love you?" He asked.

"He doesn't," I sighed seeing him confused. "He used to but he thought I cheated on him when we were younger and left me trust me all Aleksanser cares is if I'm dead" I said coughing up blood.

"I mean who would love you?" He said.

"We'll be back in a couple of hours, you better have an answer or I'll get it out myself" He said with a smirk and grabbed his junk.

Eww.

Bitch is disgusting.

I had my eyes open for a few minutes before passing out without energy. I have nothing whenever I'm passed out. I dream about the good parts sometimes the bad parts.

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