Savannah

The next morning...

"You are free to go," His voice says steadily.

I blink at him.

"What?"

"Leave. Now."

With that, he snaps his fingers and walks out of the room. As soon as his shiny shoes dock the threshold two large men come in.

They start packing up my things, throwing my new life into suit cases. My old life was shattered, and my new life-

Well...

They hustle me into a black car, stopping when I'm in the SUV.

A shadow is cast, blocking the sunlight. I look up seeing a familiar face. He stands in a black suit, pressed and perfect.

"Savannah," He starts but I don't let him finish.

"Don't I have to be somewhere far away?"

His strong jaw clenches, his eyes sharpening.

Lifting his pants he squats down to my level. He grabs my chin, yanking me closer, he places his lips on mine. Kissing me roughly, he steals my breath vindictively.

I hate him. I hate him for being able to make me feel.

I pull back, but he keeps me captive, his eyes intoxicating me, smooth as liquor.

"I will be watching you, Gattina. Remember who you belong to."

My pussy tingles, but I cast my gaze elsewhere, nodding. He studies me carefully before stepping back.

"Lei è mia. Assicurarsi che nessuno ti segua. Non lasciare che le succeda nulla. Devo continuare?"

(She is mine. Make sure no one follows you. Don't let anything happen to her. Do I need to continue?)

"No Signore."

"Buono."

Looking back down at me, he sighs, looking forlorn. "Good-Bye Kitty."

"Bye."

⚛

I WAS TRANQUILIZED, so I don't even know where I woke up, but I couldn't get out. Another huge Italian man loomed over me.

"Good Morning, Ms. Helms. I am Salvatore Gambino, and you are staying in my Estate."

"Okay. What state am I in?"

"That's confidential."

"Am I still in America?"

"Confidential."

Fuck. "Alright, Goodbye Salvatore."

The man cocks a dark brow at my dismissal.

"Mr. Gambino. I'm not your friend, Savannah. Luciano is my brother, but you-"

He smiles menacingly. "You do not have any privileges here. I am not Luciano."

With that he leaves me baffled confused and little scared. I put my knees up, hugging myself.

I just want to go home, to my crummy apartment and my empty fridge. I wish I never met Luciano Vitale.

⚛

A FEW WEEKS passed and I'd memorized the guards, and the shifts. At precisely 12 am, Carlos will take his shift and fall asleep five minutes later. Then a hall guard will wake him up and threaten him, and then leave.

Carlos will fall asleep again, and during that 15 minute window, the south door leading straight out the Estate will be completely unguarded.

I have some cash I stole from Luciano, some running shoes and a jacket. It's only spring, I won't need a coat.

Listening for Carlos, I smirk when he stands outside my door. As expected, he slumps down five minutes later. The guard hits him, and wakes up.

Five minutes later he's sleep again. That's my chance.

I haul ass, the Southern Entrance the closet to me. It's also the hardest to get out of. I get there the gate locked.

There's a keypad, but I don't know the code. I take a lock pick, take a breath, put the pain aside, and break my wrists to get through the narrow while in the iron gates.

I jiggle it around, but it's complicated, and I only have two more minutes. I finally get it, snatching my broken wrists, and running.

There's a large commotion about five minutes later. I assume they have cameras, and they'll check this side first. So I crawl under a bush out of the cameras sight, hurrying before it swivels my way again.

Standing still, I hear guns going off, and a lot of yelling.

"Trovala!" That's Salvatore, enraged.

(Find her!)

Several guards come by me, but my dark coat and dark hair blends in. I stay there for hours, ignoring the searing pain in my wrists, the bugs, and itching.

I can't be captive. Not again.

Eventually, they retire, and that's when I make a break for it. I got outside, but I need to get away. Which means I have to cross a very large lawn with cameras, guards and traps all over the place.

This guy is paranoid as fuck.

I know the cameras have night vision, but I have no idea how I can get across the lawn.

Then it hits me. I scramble finding my lighter. I'm so glad they couldn't confiscate it. I hold the flame to the grass and watch it spread. I sprint before the fire can light up my figure.

I run and run and run and run, the main road just in sight. The fire alarm goes off and everyone goes to find out what happened.

By then, I was on the other side of the woods, where some rich person was going to lend me their phone. Better yet, their car.

A couple days in the woods proved productive, because I did come across a rich house. The car outside? Start button for a key. Jimmying the lock for a good ten minutes, I get in, press's start, and wheel the fuck out.