The Girl At His Door [Parts I & II]

Chapter-22

MERCURYS POV.

   This is hell.

But I was fighting back when I could.

For example, I was refusing to eat anything.

   "Stop acting like a child!"

I yawned. "Stop acting like a bitch."

Maybe if I annoy him enough, he'll just let me go.

"You haven't eaten anything in days." He pointed out through clenched teeth.

   Yeah. I should probably eat something soon, but not in front of him. Definitely not in front of him.

"How about you let me go back to my actual family?" I shrugged like it was the easiest option. Because it was.

"I am your family now!" He shouted.

Loud enough to make me cower back.

He regained his composure before speaking again.

"Either eat something on your own, or be forced to. I don't care. You aren't going to starve to death."

Sure I won't.

"Come here." I motioned forward.

He leaned in. "Finally deciding to listen?"

You wish.

I nodded. "I'll eat one thing."

He leaned in closer. "And that is?"

"Your head on a damn golden plate." I spat.

Thank god I'm a vegetarian.

He grabbed my jaw and brought me closer.

"My way it is then."

ANGELOS POV.

My phone rang as a notification came in.

INCOMING: CHAT

The fuck?

"Who's that?" Gino asked from the chair opposite my desk.

"Saying that I've got an incoming FaceTime." I responded as I cracked open my laptop, allowing me to catch a glimpse of my tired eyes.

"I didn't know you did FaceTime."

I looked back up at him. "I don't."

The grabbed his interest because he stood up and walked right next to me.

Sure enough, a call came in from an unknown number.

This is a mafia. Unknown numbers could be anything from a business deal to a girl you slept with the night before.

So I accepted the call.

"Good. You answered. I'm feeling nice today, so I decided to give her one last chance."

Warren dead man Marino showed his pig headed face on my screen.

"Where is she?" I growled.

"Oh calm down. She's right next to me." He positioned the camera on something before standing back.

Behind him, was Mercury, strapped down to a table?

Good god.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" I yelled.

"Well you see, daughter dearest does not feel like eating anything." He explained before turning her head towards the camera.