The door banged open and I jumped up with fright. A stern-looking man entered the room and I noticed a look-alike that stood next to him. My breathing hitched when I noticed Tristiaan - two of them to be exact.
"Don needs to see you - move it, I don't have time to wait for you!" Tristiaan - or who I assumed was him - gruffly ordered his gun drawn.
"Be gentle Trevor," The other man said.
"You guys look alike," I said but gulped when I saw Trevor's murderous expression.
"I didn't remember giving you permission to speak rat. I wonder why Vinchenzo is allowing such rude people into our family."
"It was you!" I gasped recognising Trevor's face and accent from the torture room.
"Ah, so you can tell the difference between Tristiaan and me. I enjoy tormenting people quite a bit you see - I'm not half as compassionate as my adorable twin brother over there." Trevor said smugly, "Now hurry up and get ready."
I sighed and waited for Trevor to get out.
"Well?" Trevor said glaring at me as he tapped his gun against the door behind him.
"Are you not going to give me privacy?" I asked him, hands on my hips.
"Rats don't deserve it. Only because I am a gentleman will I step out. Try anything and I will not hesitate to put a bullet in your skull - I have no idea why Vinchenzo wanted to keep scum like you." He said and stepped our slamming the door behind him.
I sighed before I saw the leather cerulean coloured jumpsuit still lying on the bed. I pulled it on before I zipped it up - the zip was on the front - and pulled my flaming red hair into a neat bun on the top of my head.
I opened the door and saw Trevor and Tristiaan standing there. Trevor gave me a once over before he wrapped his hand around my wrist and practically dragging me to Vinchenzo's office.
"Let go of my wrist!" I yelled as his grip became even tighter, I was certain he was cutting off the circulation in my arm.
"Trevor, let her wrist go," Tristiaan said as he sent me a small smile.
Trevor chuckled before he grabbed my red bun, "Better Trsitiaan?" He said as he shot me a snide look.
I saw Tristiaan sigh as he rubbed his temples, "Let me take hold of her." He finally said his eyes filled with sympathy.
"You're too kind. Too gentle." Trevor said.
"I am aware. Don wants her in good health. You are hurting her." Tristiaan said, gritting his teeth.
Trevor blatantly refused and I was absolutely shocked when he held a pistol to his twin brother's head.
"Are you kidding me?" Tristiaan groaned.
Trevor nodded, his eyes filled with a malicious glint, "Yes. You're annoying me."
"I'm annoying you?" He spat, "You're the one that is pretending to be me! You're committing identity theft!" He roared and before I could possibly blink Tristiaan held the gun between Trevor's eyes. I gasped as I began to back away from the twins, who were particularly murderous.
"I didn't tell her who I was. She assumed it was you, I didn't know she was going to live," Trevor snarled as he pointed the gun at me.
"Leave Arianna out of this," Tristiaan commanded, his finger on the trigger. The safety on his gun was already pulled off.
"It's her fault,"
"I didn't do anything!" I yelled before I slapped a hand over my mouth.
Trevor turned his deadly gaze to me.
"Shut up!" He yelled as his fingers went down to the trigger, there was determination in his eyes as he aimed for my head.
I closed my eyes and braced myself for the shot. There was a loud sound, I flinched and waited for the pain to finally hit me with full force. I slowly peeled my eyes open and saw Trevor on the floor, Tristiaan was tucking his gun into his back pocket. I allowed my eyes to flicker back to Trevor who was lying on the floor, a red latch was beginning to form near his abdomen.
"He will live," Tristiaan said as he nudged his twin with his foot and looked up at me.
"Let's go to the Don before he thinks we killed you." He flashed me a smile.
My throat was clogged and I couldn't utter the words I wanted to. I settled with nodding my head and following Tristiaan through all the turns and doors. I, for some reason, wasn't unable to remove the image of Trevor lying on the floor. Tristiaan said he would live but I couldn't help but be worried about his health. If he loses too much he would die.
Tristiaan pushed a door open and I saw Vinchenzo sitting at his desk staring intently at his computer screen. His cold gaze flickered over to us, his eyes gave me a once over. I felt scared, nervous, unable to pull myself together I looked down at the floor. The rug that had been replaced is the first thing I did notice.
"Partire, Tristiaan," Vinchenzo commanded and kept typing on his keyboard.
(Leave)
Tristiaan nodded his head before he left the office, leaving me alone with the mob boss himself.
"I see you made the brothers kill each other," Vinchenzo said looking up and scanning my face, making me feel very self-conscious.
"I didn't do anything. They did it all by themselves."
"Quite a predicament." He sneered.
I rolled my eyes and he glared at me before he tapped his pen on his desk. His gaze was intimidating, I shivered. I didn't know where to look. I decided that fumbling with my own fingers should suffice.
"Is Trevor okay?" I decided to ask.
Vinchenzo let out a dark chuckle, "You're concerned about him?"
I nodded, "He was shot in the gut. If he loses too much blood he will die."
"Isn't that something good?" He asked placing his hands behind his head.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm sure that if Trevor does die it will be one less evil person roaming the earth. Don't you think?" Vinchenzo asked.
I sighed, "It's a hard question to respond to. The bad in the world must have an end put to it but it doesn't have to be at the expense of death."
"I see your point of view. What if the bad guys-"Â He made quotations marks with his fingers, "- didn't want to yield? What if they refused."
"Prison is a thing," I said feeling the need to remind him.
"I'm aware. I'm uncertain as to whether you could get certain people convicted and imprisoned on a life sentence." He commented, running his finger over his stubble.
"With enough evidence we could," I said.
He smirked, "I'm enjoying your confidence. What if there is no evidence? What if all proof was erased, all witnesses silenced by death?"
"You wouldn't do that." I gasped placing a hand over my mouth.
"Yes, I would."
"You're a monster!" I cried out.
He smirked smugly, "I never claimed to be otherwise."
I remained silent and watched his every move like a hawk. I watched as he stood up, pushed his chair back and went to the bar.
"What's your poison?" He questioned turning back to me, his silver ring glinting in the light.
"I don't drink," I murmured but he apparently heard it.
"Of course. You're a saint." He snorted before he poured some alcohol into his glass and returned to his desk.
We remained in silence for a few more minutes before I opened my mouth to speak. To ask the question that no one had the answer to. To finally know why. Why I was alive? Why wasn't I thirty feet underground? Why I was still breathing and living among his family. I was a rat, a traitor. One that didn't manage to cause him any damage. Why does he want to keep me around? Isn't he afraid that I'll attempt to hand him over to my department as soon as I get the chance?
"Why didn't you kill me?" I asked.
"What?" He asked, rather too aggressively for my liking. But then again, at this moment nothing was to my liking.
"Why am I alive?" I tried again.
He threw his head back and let out a loud chuckle and he grinned like ut was the fourth of July.
"Non ti preoccupare." He said and I grimaced.
[Don't worry about it.]
"What?" I asked, "You know I don't understand Italian." I added.
"Lo so, mia cara."
[I know, my dear]
"Vinchenzo!" I groaned and stomped my foot on the floor like a three-year-old.
"Fine, I'll tell you -" He began.
"Yay!" I interrupted and he glared at me.
"As I was saying," He glared some more before he cleared his throat, "But in Italian."
"That's not fair."
"Life isn't fair, Arianna."
"Fine, I'll find some Italian dude to translate it for me. You'll have to say it twice though." I added.
He shook his head, "Once is all you'll get Arianna."
"Fine," I grumbled.
"Sono pazza di te and I don't know why." He finished off in English.
[I'm crazy about you.]
"Did you just say that you don't know the reason as to why I am living and breathing?" I asked him, shocked.
"Perhaps," He shrugged.
"How do you not know, Vinchenzo?" I quipped.
"Don to you." He responded.
I rolled my eyes, "How do you not know, Don!" I asked adding special emphasis on the word 'Don.'
"Lasciarlo da solo, dolcezza." He said and waved his hand.
[Leave it alone, honey.]
"Idiot. Jerk. Retard." I muttered under my breath while Vinchenzo chuckled.
"You're quite feisty, I like it, Red." He grinned as he pushed his glass to the side and cocked his head studying me.
"Don't call me that." I hissed.
"I don't recall allowing you to speak."
"Are you seriously pulling that card out, now?" I groaned.
"Si."
[Yes]
"I'll call Dantè to escort you to your job. You bore me." He added with a malicious glint.
I watched as he commanded Dantè to come to his office. I watched as Dantè walked in, his eyes dark and brooding as he passed me a stink eye.
"Come posso aiutarti a signore?" Dantè asked as he turned his attention to the Don.
[How may I help you, sir?]
"Take Red here to the cerulean scheme." He said.
"Si, signore."
[Yes, sir.]
"Come," He said. That single word was laced with hatred as I staggered up to my feet and followed after the prince of darkness himself.
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