It's been a few days since I was last on one of these chapters, and nothing much has changed.

Ricky is getting more and more anxious and bored all day, and can barely sit down to watch a simple tv show. He's running around the room relentlessly! These stupid mafia people are killing my vibe. Before this, life was great! Jason, Laine, Owen, Ricky, and I were always together! Now, Laine worked too much for her own good, but we still found the time to hang out and have fun!

Now, everything is in shambles. My husband may or may not be okay, Laine and Owen are in the hold of that bitch Kyle, and Ricky and I are stuck in this hell!

The walls of this prison are making me go crazy. So plain, no color, nothing to look at. Even outside, I've already studied the forest, the grass, the land! The only interesting thing outside is the view of a car pulling up the driveway and passing the window.

A knock on the door snaps me from my thought, "You have five minutes." The guard says through the door.

Today was the day I meet the boss. Am I nervous? Yes. Am I angry? Yes. Am I scared? Yes. Am I hungry? Absolutely.

This man is a killer. He has kidnapped Ricky and I and ransomed sweet Owen! I have every intention to smack him right in the head as I see him. Maybe I can find a baseball bat and beat the living shit out of him... No? Okay.

I grab the comb off the vanity, combing through my dampened hair from my cooling shower earlier. I was dressed in the same clothes as I wore when I got here, though, they've washed them a few times, they said it was 'too dirty to not wash'.

Ricky was too busy watching Pawl Patrol on the tv to notice me getting ready. He was obsessed with the show- sometimes I wondered if he loved the show more than me.

"Ricky, I'm going to... get a shower, okay? You keep watching the show, okay? I'll be back soon." All he did was nod, not tearing his eye from the program.

The door swung open, and the guard ushered me out into the hall. He kept a firm grip on my arm as he lead me across of the house, weaving through the long hallways of the mansion. After almost three minutes, we reached our destination. The guard proceeded to open the large doors to the boss' office.

I paid no attention to the others in the room, just the interior. Everything was so modernized, and books lined the walls, along with a large screen TV, paintings- anything you could imagine.

It took a few seconds before my eyes even made contact with the two men in the room. The guard closed the large doors and left before u could even register who was in front of me.

One I finally realized, and my mind settled, my eyes filled with betrayal, and utter shock.

You know that feeling when someone fucks you over so bad, that you feel sick? No? Well, anyways- that's how I'm feeling at the moment. Just my eye contact with him made me feel like I was going to throw up last nights dinner.

How? How?!

Jason steps forward, away from his father. He starts towards me, an oddly happy expression on his lips. "My love, I am so happy that you are here. I've been trying to convince my father to let us meet for the past few weeks." He grins, pulling me into a hug.

My arms hang idly at my sides as I try to understand what the hell is going on. Jason releases me as he senses my confusion. He has his own confused expression on his lips. "What is it, Matilda? Aren't you happy to see me?" He questions, taking my hands.

"You did all this?" My shaken voice sounds. No one can comprehend how hurt or scared I was. My husband, the one I love, is A MAFIA MAN! How didn't I see this before? How didn't I realize that his 'business' wasn't what he said it was? How could I have fallen in love with a monster?!

Jason nods, a slight smirk to his lips. Was he proud of what he did? Or was he happy to see me so hurt?

I retract my hands and step back, but he quickly pulls me back. "Get the fuck off of me, Jason." My voice grits out.

Jason's face contorted into an angry one. "Aren't you happy to see your husband?" He sneers.

"You are a m-" I cut myself off. "You have done such horrible things... I don't want to be around you."

"All that I have done is help our family. What I have done these past weeks have set us for life. Our business will strive, and we will have a never ending supply of money. Aren't you proud of me for this genius plan?" Jason huffs out, clearly angry with my resilience.

"Of course I am not! You've given Laine to her nightmare! You out of everyone should remember the nights she'd wake up crying! Why would you do that to her? Not even that- you Owen. How could you do that to our friends?!" My voice raises at every sentence I speak.

Jason's face morphs into a saddened one, his head dipping down. "I'm sorry, Matilda... I only did it for us... For our future."

"We has a great future before you sullied it with this... bullshit! You Laine. You treated her as a pawn in your sick game. You even brought a year old into this! Why? Why did you do this... has this 'business' of yours always been a lie?"

Jason nods his head lightly. "Matilda- I never told you because I wanted you to love me, I wanted you to be happy, not dragged into it all... Please, stop being upset."

"Stop being upset?! You've been lying to me the whole time! Is your name even Jason? Or are you lying about that too?" My anger rises, I felt like he was a stranger. I didn't even know my own husband.

"My name is actuall-" He starts, and I burst out in an angry laugh.

"Great. Just fucking great. Who the hell are you? Because I don't know you. You couldn't at least be honest about your name? What have you told me that was truth?"

"That I love you..." He trails, taking a step forward.

"Oh how cliche. You expect me to run into your arms and forgive you from that little statement? And quite frankly, I don't believe you. Oh damnit I should have watched the Shane Dawson documentary on Jake Paul more. Maybe I would've caught you as a sociopath- or even a psychopath earlier!" I rant loudly.

"Is that how you think of me, Matilda?! I thought you loved me. You told me everyday! Why does that have to change?!" He nearly shouts at me, his face becoming a bright red.

"It must change because I am in love with another you. This is NOT who I married. This will never be who I married. And as far as I'm convinced, I've been tricked into all of this. I don't think I want to be here anymore. Ricky and I are going to stay with my parents." I speak, turning to walk away from him.

Jason grabs my arm, spinning me back around forcefully. "You aren't going anywhere. This is your only home. This is where we will be happy together- no distractions, no problems."

"Let me go." I shout at him, attempting to break free of his grip. "I am taking my son and I am leaving, that is final."

Jason's grip only gets tighter on me as he drags me to the door, passing the hold to the guard that has been standing outside my door the past few weeks.

"Take her to the room and keep her there. Bring the kid to me. I've missed Jason sneers as he moves back into the office.

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