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Chapter 22
Isabella
“You done fucking her yet?” Franco asks Lupo who’s standing a couple feet in front of me, eyes trained on me like I belong to him. He’s using sex as a way to whisper things in my ear, giving me more information.
Lupo looks back to his father and clears his throat before he speaks. “I’ll tell you when I’m done fucking her. This is my bitch now, not yours. You wanted me to prove it and I’ve proved it. How about you fuck off old man?”
Franco slaps his hands together, causing Madigan to lift her head up. From her slight movement we all look over toward her and I suck in a sharp breath, afraid for what Franco will do. “She’s still alive? What a shame.” Instead of Franco harming her in some way, he simply walks out of the refrigerator and leaves his son alone with Madigan and I.
"Please allow me to apologize profusely for what I did.” Lupo starts off, keeping his tone low so no one would be able to successfully eavesdrop.
“What you had to do. If you didn’t, he might’ve killed me or you. I’ll admit, you make me curious on why you said what you did. He’s going to such lengths to ensure Madigan suffers a great deal because of your brother, Vinny. Why would he kill you?”
Lupo chuckles lowly, “Because I’m not like my brothers. They’re . . . aggravated, seasoned and know the game. I’m much younger, naïve if you ask my father. There’s a level of trust he doesn’t have with me, finding me replaceable.”
I nod, but stop as shooting pains fly down my neck. “I could see him thinking in such a way. So, you said the agencies. Does that mean you’re in the same boat I am, or you know my name?”
“My handler Kristie told me she had a connection with the CIA, a friend of hers name Z apparently had a woman who was going to help me take my father down. All they told me was that you had long black hair and a rose tattoo on your left arm. Didn’t take me long to figure it out, but because I didn’t get a good look at you the night of the gala I wasn’t sure. I only saw your tattoo the other day and then my Dad did what he always does, made a few moves. I had to dig to discover where you were. Now I can’t make promises on when I can get you out of here, but I will.”
“What about Madigan?” I question. I bet we’ll get me out, but she needs to see a doctor as soon as possible.
Lupo looks over to her and bows his head, shrugging. “I don’t know. If I make certain moves he’ll know it was me. We can’t have that. It would blow my cover and all the hard work Kristie and I have accomplished.”
I cock a brow, reading between the lines. “Sounds like you’re into this Kristie woman.”
“I am, but she’s not into me. I’m not her type.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Yes I do, she prefers breasts and juicy cunts.”
I make a small ‘o’ with my mouth and shut it closed. Lupo lifts up his watch, starts to turn and speaks to me. “I will try to get you out of here as soon as possible. My Dad believes I want you which should deter him from acting out in specific ways. I need you to do me a favor and try to keep Madigan with us.”
“When will you come for us?” I ask. He needs to come back soon. There aren’t any other options.
“A couple of days,”
“She doesn’t have a couple days. Have you looked at her?” I snarl out in a whisper.
Lupo’s eyes fall to the ground as he turns on his heel, “I’ll do the best that I can.”
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It feels like hours have passed since I’ve seen anyone and with it Lupo’s words replay in my mind. He said days. We simply don’t have days. Madigan will surely be dead by then and who knows what Franco will do to the naïve bitch who went through his drawers.
Franco reminds me of a cat playing with their mouse before they kill it. In this scenario I’m the mouse.
Groaning comes from the other side of the room as Madigan wakes up again. She keeps going in and out of consciousness, looking paler by the hour. I’m so fearful that she will end up dying today if I don’t figure some way to get her out of here.
Planting my hands underneath me I go over to Madigan, careful not to touch her because I know she must be in the worst amount of pain. “Madigan, you need to stay awake. Okay?”
Whatever she says back is completely unintelligible.
I move too fast when a wave of dizziness hits me, landing me on the ground underneath Madigan and I feel at a loss. While discovering Lupo is on my side, I feel stuck. I feel like nothing is going the way it should’ve and I may die here alongside Madigan. Any bit of hope I had left is now gone.
I lay on the ground for ages until the door flies open again but I can’t get up. Moving hurts, and I realize I haven’t eaten or drunken anything since I’ve been in this meat locker. Lazzaro comes up to me with a gun pointed in my face, “Who the fuck are you and why is there an army of people outside?!”
My eyes widen at what he says. Is this the government? No. They wouldn’t ever do something like this. The only people this could be are my people —the Clans. Ion has done this in the past, where he’s allowed main clan leaders to make a ruckus if someone they love has been taken.
“Me? Obviously, whoever they are want Madigan. She’s the important one here, asshole. Not me.” I’m pretty fucking tired of playing this naïve woman and the sassiness I naturally have is starting to spill out.
Lazzaro pulls his trigger finger back and before I even realize it I feel a bullet flying through my arm. I fall back down onto the cold ground and check my upper arm, seeing an entry wound and immediately look for an exit. Thank fuck I find it within a second but that’s when I hear another shot and I prepare for the worst. For my world to go completely dark but what surprises me is Lazzaro’s body falling to the ground and when I look up . . . my eyes meet with the one man I’ve missed more than anything else on this planet.
Marcellus Funar.
“Baby, fuck!” He runs over to me and while my world feels amazing at the sight of him, a rush of exhaustion swarms over me.
My eyelids flutter and I feel myself passing out. Maybe it’s my bodies way of shutting me down as a way to recuperate, but the timing couldn’t be worse. “Call Stefan, he’ll know what to do. Promise me you’ll call Stefan.” And just like that, as the last vowel passes through my lips I’m out like a light.
