Alessandro's POV:

it's been three days since i last saw nicole. johnny hasn't talked to her either which was weird. why should i care though? she means nothing to me? or does she.. fuck no she doesn't

i get a call from enzo "what" i say frustration running through me

"the drug supply and weapon supply have been counted and stocked. we have more coming in at 2pm today" he said calmly

"okay. thank you enzo. let me know when they get there, i will be leaving soon" i say back

"yes boss" he said as he hung up

after a few minutes of running my fingers through me hair, stressed. i took a shower trying to calm down .

i got out of the shower and dried my hair. i put on a black suit with the small pieces of my hair falling out of place.

i went downstairs and left with the explanation and a straight face. i got in my car and drove off.

i went to nicole's apartment to see the door had ben busted down. i looked around to see that she was no where to be found

"fuck" i said out loud angrily

i looked at my phone forgetting that i put a small tracking chip on her neck when i kissed her....

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Nicole's POV:

it's been three damn days since i've been locked in this basement. it was cold and dark and i was tied to a chair. no one was going to look for me anyways. i wasn't expecting it. i didn't have anyone, i don't care about that though.

the door opens and my bitch of a Mother. as she likes to call herself walks in.

"well well look who it is" i said in a bitchy tone.

"oh shut up nicole, you're here for a reason" she said back angrily while taking a puff from her cigarette.

"well obviously, but why" i say back

"well first it's the tattoo, then it's getting kicked out of high school because of the tattoos. then it's taking the tracker off of your car. and then you get thomas killed. are you sure there isn't a reason you aren't here?" she asked me smirking

i look at her for second while she walks up to me lighting another cigarette

"one the tattoos were my choice, second i didn't get "kicked out" i left because i hated it. and lastly, how do you know thomas?" i asked her grinning

"you're unbelievable nicole, i should've gotten an abortion when i had the chance" she said through gritted teeth

"well why didn't you, you cheating slut" i said causing her eyes to go wide

she bent down and took the cigarette she lit and put burn marks in the back of my head. i just looked at her like it didn't faze me, i laughed in her face.

"how do you know that?" she asked me

i chuckled "well the guy you claim to be my father. i don't look anything like. he's a blonde. the only thing i get from you are my blue eyes. and black hair. so the pieces fit together. now don't they?" i asked her tilting my head

"now i ask again. how do you know thomas bitch" i spat at her"

"i hired him to work for me to try and drug you when being you back here so i could kill you myself" she said back

"well obviously that didn't work because now HE'S dead. not me" i said

she slapped me a few times causing my face to turn red. weak.

"that all you got?" i asked almost teasing her

she slapped me more. again and again.

she turned around to the table behind her and grabbed a knife.