Lost and Found

XXIII

Alessandra's POV

The closer we got to the door of Arnold's, the more of the gut feeling that we shouldn't be grew. To the point I was now starting to feel sick. 5 more steps. 4 more steps. 3 more steps. 2 more steps. Last step. Hand on the handle to pull open then door, and....I looked around. No one is here. Or no one that should be giving me a bad feeling.

I let out a big breath and relaxed. "Are you okay, my love?" Domenico asked, sounding concerned. I nodded my head and smiled trying my best to reassure him, but I don't think that I did too well. We made our way to the front of the little shop to order our food.

After order, receiving, and eating our food, the gut feeling that someone was there never seemed to cease, even though there was no visible sign that is causing it. And again as we drove away, no visible sign. "Are you sure everything is okay, love?" Domenico asked again. "You seem very disturbed by something."

"I don't know. I have this really bad gut feeling but I can't seem to figure out why. It probably nothing." I saw him tense a little bit.

"Maybe not." I looked over at him to see him looking in the rear view mirror. I attempted to turn around but Dom stopped me. "Don't turn around. Just relax. Someone is following us."

I started to get very anxious. "Who is it? Why are they following us?" He placed his hand on my thigh to try and calm me down.

"Don't worry." I tried to calm down. "But you may want to tighten your seatbelt." Dom then floored the gas pedal causing us to shoot forward but the car behind us sped up too.

"Hurry Dom. Hurry!"

Dom pressed a button on the steering wheel and it made a sound. "Call Angelo." Dom spoke.

"Calling Angelo." The car confirmed.

"Why are you freaking out?" Domenico asked me. "Don't you run a gang back in America?"

"In freaking America!" I screamed back, not believing he just asked that question. "This is Italy. Americans are crazy. Italians are insane. We are like crazy cat ladies. You're like the owner of freaking Jurassic park. This isn't America." He started to laugh. "And this isn't funny."

"Merda!" (1) Domenico yelled. Then I saw a white cloud. And then black.

I woke up to pain in my neck and my face. But when I tried to reach to feel my face, I couldn't move my arms. I started to freak out. I couldn't move my arms or my legs. I had restraints on them. I was tied to a bed by my arms and my legs. I started to look around for something to help me get out. But all I had was a door, myself, the rope I was tied in, and the bed. No clothes. No window. No nothing.

The door opened and in came two people that I never believed I would see again. The man I called a father for years, and a person I hoped I would never see again. Leonardo and Adam.

"You look scared, my love?" I flinched when Leonardo called me that.

"I'm not your love. You kidnapped me, twice, and then made me believe I was your daughter."

"Hmm. Too bad that old bastard tried to brainwash you. I am your father sweetie. And this is the man you were supposed to marry." He replied. Adam than started to walk towards the bed, climbing on top of it, he started to climb on top of me. "Not that spineless boy Dante, and not that little man Domenico."

"No, don't do this." I pleaded as Adam tried to kiss me. "No."

"Too bad sweetie. I said he is to be you husband." He then turned around, shut the door and left me to be alone with Adam.

He caressed my face with his finger, and slowly brought them down to my breasts. "Stop!" I screamed. He slapped me across the face hard enough to make me squeal a bit in pain.

"The only scream I want to hear out of you is the scream of my name." He started to undress himself.

"No!" I screamed. "I will not scream your name unless it is to let the Devil know that you need your own personal invite, you murdering bastard!" I spit in his face. He started to get angry. He pulled his fist back and connected with my face hard enough for me to black out once again.

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(1) Shit