𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭
❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 . . . 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.❞
𝗗𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗰 𝗡𝗶𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗖𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗼 takes on his role as his sister's right hand man and he'll do any mi...
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"Oh, come on!" a voice yells. "Not again!"
Somehow, I find the strength to get past the pain and open my eyes.
It takes a few minutes for my vision to become clear.
I realize I'm in a dark room and lying on the cold ground. I sit up to scan my surroundings. The only source of light is the lightbulbs in the ceiling. They barely illuminate the room.
Alessandra is a couple of feet in front of me except she's tied to a chair.
"I must have the worst luck known to mankind because this is the third time that I've been kidnapped," Alessandra mutters. "You know I'm not even scared. I'm just fucking annoyed that this happened to me again."
"What the hell?" I whisper, noticing something wrapped around my ankle. A metal chain is attached to it and cemented to the ground. "Why are you tied down and I'm not?"
I sound stupid but it's a genuine question.
"I think it's because I can fight," she answers. "I know how to get out of that thing around your ankle too. This, on the other hand, is more difficult because I'm fully restrained."
"We got into a car accident."
"It wasn't an accident." Alessandra tugs on the rope tying her legs to the chair. "Both of those cars drove straight into us. You don't just do that by accident."
"Maybe they were drunk?"
"If they were drunk, we would be waking up in a hospital and not in some unknown place." She lets out a small gasp. "I can't feel either of my wedding rings on my finger or any of my rings. My bracelets and necklace are gone too."
