Saving The Capo's Heir

Seven

Thomas

I don’t recall what happened last night, as I was knocked out cold by the mute. I groan when I open my eyes and find myself hanging by metal chains in a poorly lit room. The stench alone lets you know that I will be tortured for information. I inhale, although the more I inhale, the bile I am trying to hold down rises with each sharp inhale. I try to hold my breath for two seconds to hear any cars outside that would give off where I am—nothing, not even a bird chirps. I raised my head as I felt water trickling down. Wherever I am right now is both old and rusty. If they don’t kill me here the second, I get a chance to see the daylight. I will need a massive dose of tetanus.

I still when I hear the creaking noise of a door opening. I can feel their presence. I wait for them to show their faces to show me their existence, but the coward stays in the shadows.

“How many men does she have?” The person said. I am trying to decipher if it’s a female or a male, as they are utilizing a changer. It is honestly impossible to decipher.

“I don’t know.” I growled. How does this motherfūcker expect me to spill the beans on someone I promised myself to protect?

“You know, I can keep you here as long as I want. After all, we have the kid.” The person voiced. They knew that they were hitting me where it hurt. How do I keep Aaliyah and Esmé safe at the same time?

“Don’t you dare hurt her.” I mumbled while pulling on the chains around my wrists.

The person tsk and takes a step closer to me, only allowing the tip of their shoes present. So it’s a male. My mind began going down the list of possible suspects, but nothing came to mind. I was drawing at straws. The second, Esmé, killed her uncle and regained her empire. The enemies tripled.

“You will never know who I am, so stop trying to guess.” The person who I am going to label as a man said.

“She will find out who you are. Were you never taught not to mess with a mama bear?” I asked, trying not to move my arms too much. “Did your mom not love you enough?” I taunted. I want them to fūcking react.

I grin like a psychopath when I see someone approach me. Although I know, I will be tortured. I know that I got a reaction from him. He either has mommy issues or something of that nature. My only problem is that Aaliyah will be alone with them for longer than I wished.

The man walking toward me was not wearing a face mask. Therefore, I could see his face, and I grinned. “I guess they really don’t care about you, huh? Letting me see your face and all.” I taunted him. In reality, it is mistake number one they made because I never forget faces, and knowing Javier and Esmé as well as I do, I know they are doing everything they can to find us.

The man chuckled and poured the cold bucket of water over me. I was gasping for air when he talked. “Funny you think you’re getting out of here alive.” His accent is Russian. My brain began working overtime. I did intel on Viktor. He has a son. Fūck! It can’t be.

“Your drawing at straws here, trying to figure out who my boss is, huh? Don’t worry; you will never guess. He is a ghost. No one knows of him.” He murmured before giving me a right, left hook combination. I licked the trickling blood on my lips and grimaced.

“That’s all you got?” I shook my head in disappointment. “I thought you Russians were tougher.” I winked at him. Call me insane. I’m biding my time. I want them all riled up, so they make mistakes. I could see his nose flare, clearly letting me know he was not happy; I just fūcked with his ego.

He turned around and went toward the blackness of the room. “Leaving already?” I asked while licking my bloodied lips. I could hear the clinking and rattling of instruments before he pivoted back toward me.

He grins and pulls out a bat; really, dude? A bat? He positioned himself as if he was going to play baseballs and swings. My ribs his baseball bat. I winced and jerked my body to the right. He positioned himself again toward my left rib and swung. He continued for what to me seemed like hours. I was drained from holding in the screams, my body drenched in sweat. He dropped the bat on the floor and walked over to my right side, once again toward the darkness of the room.

In a matter of seconds, I fell to the ground with a loud thump as they released the chains holding me up.

“Take him with the child.” The unknown person said before exiting the room. I flinched when the heavy metal door slammed.

The Russian comes over to me as if he hasn’t tortured my ribs anymore. He takes a swing with his leg. Kicking me right on my left rib. I grunt and jerk to my side before inhaling in pain. He bent and dragged me out of the room and toward the bedroom where I was being kept at with Aaliyah.

We were a good five feet away, and I could hear her crying at the top of her lungs. The pain I was feeling was suddenly gone. I waited for him to shove the key in the keyhole before kicking the door open and dragging me inside. He walked over to me, unlocking my hands from the chains and pivoting, leaving the room.

I wait for the lock to turn before crawling toward the bed and removing all the pillows surrounding Aaliyah. I see her flailing her arms and legs around as she looks for her bottle. I know she’s hungry, but first, I need to check her. Make sure that she is uninjured. I pulled myself on the bed as hard as it was and grabbed her in my arms.

“Shh, I’m here. I’m right here.” I said, trying to calm her cries down before I unbuttoned her onesie and lifted it, checking for any red marks or bruises. I sighed when I found nothing. I bring her tiny body to my lips and kissed her forehead. She was still crying up a storm, but I needed that for my sanity. I buttoned her onesie back up and laid her on the bed. I stood from the bed as best as possible and walked to the area where I had all her items. I grabbed the bottle and prepared it for her.

Once I am safely on the side of the bed, I lie next to her and give her the bottle. Esmé always said she wanted to breastfeed Aaliyah after giving birth, so I tried to put her on her side and give her the bottle, mimicking a woman breastfeeding.

I sighed and looked down at Aaliyah, “Your mother better be coming for us soon.” I grumbled before wrapping my massive hand around her tiny frame. I wait for her to finish her bottle before burping and falling asleep with her in my arms.

“Yes, she’s spoiled rotten. So what?”