Dante POV:

I was furious. Could he have won? How did he even get to her? I have men everywhere. I ripped the note and ran out the door, into the main lounge, where a lot of my men were drinking, laughing, and having a great time. They didn't even have a clue that Marco came in and took Ella and that made me even more furious. Alessandro was there too, laughing along with them.

"I'm going to fucking torture you all till you wish you were never born, and you'll never see daylight again on your fucking blinding eyes" I screamed. They all looked at me with confused looks.

"What's happened to you? Come, have a drink" Alessandro said, handing me a glass of wine.

"I'll tell you what fucking happened, Marco came in here and took Ella. Now either one of you speaks and tell me how he got in or I'll put a fucking bullet in between your fucking blind eyes" I shouted, when Camilla walked in.

"Perché stai urlando?" Camilla asked. (Why are you shouting?)

"I'll tell you why I'm shouting, Marco just got Ella" I replied.

"Che cosa?" Camilla asked, with shock all over her face.

"How do you even know?" she asked.

"He left a fucking note, that he won and that he kept his fucking promise" I replied.

"Then, what do we do? How do we get her back?" Camilla asked.

"I don't know, I don't even know here he's keeping her" I replied.

"We have to find her! Ella is in so much danger!" Camilla shouted.

Ella POV:

I woke up. But I didn't feel the sun's warmth on face, which means, I'm not in Dante's room! I shot up from the bed, but quickly got pulled back and slammed my back against the bed, there were chains around my arms. Where am I? What am I doing here? Should I scream for help? Or will it make it worse? I was wearing one of Dante's shirts, because I love sleeping in them, they're big and comfortable. The room I was in wasn't big and it was lit by only one bulb at the ceiling, and the bed I was on, was extremely uncomfortable. The chains were really tight and were hurting my wrists, and the deep cuts on my wrists weren't making it any better either. I suddenly heard footsteps heading towards the room I was in. I pretend to be asleep. And that's when someone walked in, I was terrified, who was this? Could this be my dad? No, he hates me, that's why he sold me after all. I wish Dante were here...

"Wake up!" Someone shouted. I pretended not to hear the person. I realized that the person who just spoke to me was a man, because of his deep voice.

"I said, wake up!" he said, pulling my arm and slapping me.

I let out a scream, and opened my eyes, to be met by Marco, the man who tried to kill Dante. He was still tightly holding onto my arm.

"Let me go!" I screamed. I shouldn't have screamed, so why did I?

"Don't worry I won't hurt you- maybe" he said, with a chuckle, but it wasn't a soft and cute chuckle like Dante's, it was evil and terrifying.

"What do you want from me?" I asked.

"I want to hurt you, just like Dante hurt me. I want to make him feel pain and misery for all he did to me" he replied, tightening his grip on my arm even more.

"But why?" I asked.

"That doesn't concern you" he said, letting go of my arm, and stepping across of me.

"Then why am I here?" I asked, pulling on my chains.

"I already told you, I want to make Dante hate everything he did to me, and make him feel it by hurting you, the one he cares a lot for. I wonder how much he'll risk just to save you, or what if just doesn't try? Or gives up, because you're not worth it" he said, with an evil grin.

"You're right, maybe he won't save me, or he doesn't actually care about me. But it's okay, it wouldn't be the first time someone didn't care about me. And if you really think you can hurt me, you're wrong. I have been through a lot; my mum died when I was only three, my father abused me at the age of five and never stopped, he hated me with everything he had, he hated me so much that he even blamed me for my mother's death and sold me to the Mafia to marry Dante. Which truly wasn't that bad, because I felt like I had a family finally, people who cared about me, they didn't hurt me, they protected me and loved me, but I guess good things don't last so long, do they?" I said.

"Hmm, and you think I care? I have been through far worse, I have killed people and shown no remorse, I had a horrible childhood, my own best friend fucking betrayed me for power. So, no you don't have it worse than me, Ms. Avril" he said, walking out of the room.

It has been a few hours since Marco came and spoke to me, I think it must be night-time now. I was starving, they still haven't fed me anything since I've been here. Two men walked in, I hoped they were here to give me food, but they both walked in empty handed.

"I'm hungry" I said, hoping they would give me some food, even a piece of bread.

"Too bad, I'm not here to give you food" one of the men said.

"Then what are you here for?" I asked.

"Marco told me to inflict pain on you, any way I want" he said.

"Wait, what?" I asked.

"You said you're used to this, so it won't hurt that bad" he said, stepping toward me, pulling out a knife and the other one started recording.

"Not with a knife!" I screamed, pulling on my chains.

"Suck it up" he said, bringing the knife to my cheek.

As he slid it across my cheek, he went deeper and deeper, my screams never stopped, and so did the tears. After minutes of him cutting me with the knife, both the man left and I was left there, with blood running down my face, the pain was unbearable. I laid on the bed, on my back, the tears never stopped running down my face. My father abused me and hit me every day, but he was never this horrible and cruel. I could feel the blood run down my neck and stain my white shirt. Marco is even worse than my father...

Dante POV:

I was losing my shit in my office, I had been drinking all day, and pacing through my office, wondering, and thinking where Ella could be.

"Capo" Alessandro said, walking in with something in his fist. (Boss)

"Che cosa?" I asked. (What?)

"Look, this just came in and with a note saying to watch it" he said, handing me a USB.

"What the hell am I supposed to do with this? Eat it?" I asked.

"You're supposed to watch whatever is on it" he said.

"If you waste my fucking time!" I said.

"Am I really? You're just drinking your sorrows away; do you think that will bring Ella back? Because it surely won't" he said.

"I don't need you telling me what to do!" I shouted, putting the USB in my laptop.

I opened the only file on the USB there was and hit play. It was Ella, she looked terrified, there were two other men with her, one recording it and one with a knife!? He stepped towards her, pressing the knife on her face and blood seeped through quickly, and her screams followed, along with tears. Her screams never stopped. Marco, you're going to fucking pay for this! I stopped the video and threw everything I had on the table in rage and let out a scream.

"Dante, calmati!" Alessandro shouted. (Calm down)

"Calm down? CALM DOWN!? How the fuck am I supposed to calm down? Marco has Ella, he's fucking hurting her, because of my fucking mistakes. She never did anything to him, and now she's paying for my mistakes!" I yelled.

"We'll find her, I promise" he said.

"Alessandro, partire!" I yelled. He didn't say anything and did as I said, he left. Leaving me a prisoner to my own thoughts. (leave)



"Come back to me Ella, please..." I said, with a tear rolling down my cheek.

Author's note:

Hey guys, I really hope you're enjoying this story so far! Btw, i don't know Italian, like at all, i use google translate to write in Italian and french, so if any of you is Italian or french and find mistakes please don't be afraid to tell me, i would really appreciate if you told me actually. Thank you again for reading xx