Chapter 105 : I Am Your Best Bet
Chapter 105: I Am Your Best Bet
Sophie
I was thrown on a hard flood, my elbow following with it painfully and it made me let out a pitiful whimper. The blindfold was ripped off my eyes and I blinked up, looking at the man who had carried me before, Max. He smirked at me, his face holding a promise. Any woman in the world could point out what he was doing to me, we had that kind of instinct. He crouched down in front of me, grabbing the back of my head.
“We will spend some time together soon, okay?” He chuckled, I shivered in fear.
“Don't worry, I will try to not be too rough.” He stood up and walked out, slamming the door shut and for a moment, intense darkness surrounded me. Then the room lit up in bright red light.
It was a tiny room with dark walls and no window, its measurements were shorter than mine. It was too tiny and the red light made my eyes hurt. I curled into myself, tears rolling out of my eyes. I felt tired, so tired and it began to get cold. I shivered, looking up at the small opening in the roof, an air conditioner. I had heard of this cold cell. A form of torture. The cold quickly surrounded me and my teeth started chattering, I curled into a ball to keep some warmth in but it provided no comfort.
Hours went by, I laid there, cold and terrified and my whole body shaking because of the cold. Then the cell doors opened and stepped inside Sarah, oh not Sarah, Nneka. It was Nneka Jones. She looked down at me.
“Sophie.” Her cold expression broke. She fell on her knees beside me and that was when I spotted it. There were scars on her neck, fresh ones. Those scars were everywhere on her visible skin except her face. I tried to speak, she took the cloth out, throwing it away.
“W..who hurt you?” I asked. She let out a forced chuckle.
“You are the one shivering to death, Sophie.” She helped me sit and she sat in front of me.
“I have just fifteen minutes to explain this to you, so you need to listen.” She put her hands on my shoulder, looking me in the eyes.
“I stole your rings but that was all I did, Patrick didn't know where you lived but I should have known he put a tracker on me. All I was supposed to do was grab your rings, it was just to prove my loyalty to my father. I had no idea he would set the building on fire.” She clenched her eyes shut, tears rolling out.
“I tried to get to you but Luciano did first.” I took in a shaky breath, my teeth still chattering.
“What about the poison?”
“Not me,” she whispered.
“H…he…” more tears slipped out of her eyes. I had never heard her stutter. Weakness of any form was something she never showed, she has been my rock since I came to the city.
“He freed me after poisoning the chocolate, I didn't know about it till I heard the news of Susan’s cafe being shut down and I called you right away.”
“W…what do you mean free you?” She let out a breath.
“I did not react to him setting your apartment on fire the way he wanted me to, he tied me to a fucking torture chair till he thought my mind was broken.” Her fingers brushed across a scar on her neck. By concentrating, I could read the words, Taghi.
“He was going to use me to lure you out, those kittens, he made me give them to Nia and they had a tracker in their collars. That is how the mansion was bombed and Tim died.” She dropped her shoulders, looking exhausted.
“It was my idea because I thought he trusted me enough to do something like this but I underestimated him. He didn't let me in the whole thing, making sure that every move was hidden from me. I didn't know that the Rizzo had Robert captured till today.” She looked at me.
“He intended to torture you, give you to his guard and then send you back to the Rizzos broken.”
Even with my mind still coming to terms with what she was just saying, her last words made me shiver. He intended to torture me and give me to his men and then send me back to the Rizzo, broken.
“I am here to prevent that.” She whispered.
“I have done a shitty job at protecting you till now but right now, I am your best bet.” I heard footsteps. She looked at me, determination clear in her eyes.
“They must be on their way.” Her eyes lingered on the ring on my fingers.
“Very soon, all we have to do is stall till then.” She stood up and just then the cell doors slammed open.
Stan grabbed me and put me on his shoulder like a sack. I felt his hand on the curve of my ass.
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Adriano POV
I knew it and I felt it. I knew something wasn't right with this, it was too fucking easy. The picture Raphael has sent to us screamed in my mind as I rode my bike, the cold wind ruffling my leather jacket and hair. Angelo and Luciano were on either side of me.
‘Come alone, kneel and get her back.’ He had massaged us. He would be a fucking idoy to think yha we would come alone. I was going to take his word for anything. I followed the coordinates of the tracker in Sophie’s rings.
I stopped the motorbike meters away from the run down mansion. My brothers paused beside me and we looked up at the mansion. This could not be him, it was the same mansion, the place we had come to after we ran away from home after our father killed our mother. The mansion once belonged to a rich businessman who had three daughters, three daughters who were loved by me and they loved us back. But they were killed by Patrick, he captured us from here along with the girls and took us to Taghi where we died a little every day.
I could almost feel the coldness of the cold room. She had been laying beside me, her face pale and clothes were torn after the abuse she went through every day with her sisters. The abuse he made us watch.
‘This is the fate of the people loved by monsters.’ His voice came into my head and I was taken aback.
The tattoo on me disappeared and the scarred skin which lay underneath came back. I was thrown in a cell when we were too close to dying. I looked at him as he killed her, Camilla, I used to call her Camy and she loved the nickname. He had tied her to a chair, her body immobile and she was screaming at him to let her go.