My Italian Savior *ON HOLD*

The Past

Hello my lovies!!! It is finally here!! the next awaited chapter!! Right before Christmas!!! I know!! Happy Holidays guys!! This chapter is a big one. It took me three weeks to write it. I didn't know if I wanted to do the character reveal for this chapter or wait a little bit. But I couldn't hold it in any longer!! So here it is!! At the bottom of this page will be a translation. It will have Spanish and Italian. Mind you Italian isn't my native tongue so I used google translate. If I butchered it, I am sorry, please correct me nicely. The Spanish is my native tongue, it's not my first language but I grew up speaking it. So the translation should be good. Also I would like to dedicate this chapter to the artist that did the wonderful cover for me! Her name is Lady-Emerald. She is fantastic. So without further ado, here is My Italian Savior.

Standing at the edge, of what would've been the beginning of a new chapter of life. Is actually in fact a continuation of the struggle you endured. One step forward equals 20 steps back into the cycle you managed to create. You would wake up, shower, brush teeth, and get dressed. Then you would make coffee and cook breakfast. You would get punched in the face for making disgusting coffee. Then get thrown on the floor and kicked for making horrible eggs. Then to act like nothing happened, only to get to work and receive the same amount of abuse you had at home. After work you would go home and cook dinner. Only to get beat for it being a bad day then to fall asleep scared only to wake up and start the same routine all over again. But now, you opened a new door and so far you are safe, away from the evils of your past. A fresh start for you and your child or so it would seem. Out there far from you, darkness is lurking. Waiting for the moment to strike. The right moment to completely cover you in the dark linens of evil.

One Year Earlier

The clanging of metal against metal, the smell of blood and sweat was all around him. He knew that after what he did, he wouldn't be getting out of here. He had fucked up, he had brought this onto himself. The chains on his wrists and feet dug into his skin making his skin raw. He had been here for two days and he wished that the jefe would end it already. The rattling of metal brought him out of his thoughts. He knew what that sound meant, it meant the jefe was here to question him again. The keys jingled in the lock and then the door opened. The blinding light from the hallway blinded him but before he could block the light, he had a kick in the stomach.

"Why'd you do it?! Why did you run?!"

He kicked him again in the stomach and then punched him in the face.

"I was scared, I didn't mean to jefe."

El jefe punched him again making him spit out blood.

"You ran because you were part of the kidnapping weren't you? You helped them kidnap my Rosie! You betrayed me, you betrayed my loyalty, you betrayed your people. For that there is no forgiveness."

He looked up at hiss jefe.

"Please Diego, spare me, I am sorry, I didn't help them! Please!"

Diego looked down at the man and pulled out his glock and the silencer. He pointed the gun at Enrique.

"Any last words?"

Enrique pleaded.

"Please Diego! I know who took her! I know where he is! I know he took another girl and he kept her. He beats her, he has had her since she was 18 years old. She is 25 now. I know where he is keeping her!"

Diego punched him again and kneeled in front of him. He hated when his people betrayed him. He strived to have loyalty and respect, honor. But Enrique had none, he ran away from his responsibilities.