My head was pounding liked someone was banging on it making me groaned in pain. I felt like I was experiencing a morning hangover after a wild night. But, then again I rarely drink and I was pregnant I couldn't be drinking any alcohol at all.

I slowly opened my eyes letting out a small groan as a bright light hit into it. I tried to move my body just to realized that I was tied up and a cloth was in my mouth.

Shit. I was kidnapped in my own home. All those codes gates and bodyguards and yet here I was being held captive.

I scanned the almost dark room with a single little window above my head. I was sat in a corner of the furniture less clement room. It was dirty and rather disgusting I could even smell fresh blood in the air.

My eyes moved taking the environment until a figure caught my eyes. It was Victoria. She was tied up and sat on the other corner obviously passed out, there were blood dripping down her head blue and purple cuts bruises all over her body. My heart ached for my friend, the angers towards myself grew because I couldn't help her.

" Where the fuck am I? " I growled lowly under my breath after spatting the disgusting cloth out of my mouth.

My baby. A realization hit me as I tried to feel my bump wanting to know if my child was okay, wondering if they had found out about our precious secret.

" Ah. You're awake. " A muscular voice hit my eyes making me snapped my head to my left.

The single aluminum door was slammed open making a loud banging noise. Victoria stirred slightly but still did not wake up.

The person turned the switch on creating light in small room. I shut my eyes for a second before opening them back after the burning sensation from the sudden bright light was gone.

" Who the fuck are you? " I asked scanning the man in black suit.

He was tall a little over six foot to be exact but still

a bit shorter than Seth. He was bulky and built like a hunk. But, while my husband was handsomely muscular, this man was too big that it almost made him inhuman like. The smug looks on his scarred face was dangerous his smile was so evil as he looked at me liked I was his prey.

" I assumed husband dearest never talked about his best mate. It is nice to finally meet you Mrs Salvatore the name is Dmitri Petrov. " he said smirking while squatting down to meet my eyes level.

" Pleasure all mine. My husband talked a lot about you. " I smiled.

" All the good things I hope? " he smirked lighting his cigarette before putting it in his mouth.

Damn it. I couldn't even tell him not to smoke around a pregnant woman. Because he could not know or did he already know. I meant Brandon knew he might have told him. But, if he was going to ignore the fact, I would too.

" Like you had done any good things. " I rolled my eyes at him.

And boy that didn't amuse him at all. He seemed to grow with anger and rages as he grabbed my chin harshly into his hand giving a more close view of his face.

I had seen a picture of this mafia wannabe guy in my husband's office during his high school day. And, I could assure you that he looked nothing liked the gentleman in the picture. Dmitri Petrov used to be quite a handsome young man lean body with light brown hair and golden brown eyes but right now he was no longer handsome but rather looked a complete monster.

His flawless face was now scarred hair longer while his eyes darkened to almost black filled with anger and sorrow. He was no longer human in my opinion but who was I to judge maybe he liked his new looks.

" Where am I? And, why did you take Victoria? I thought you only wanted me dead. " I asked.

" He killed two of my women. And, now I am going to kill his, so my wife and sister souls could rest. " he said pushing my chin out of his grip.

" It wasn't his fault that your sister and wife died. He didn't kill any of them. They committed suicide or are you too dumb to notice? " I snapped making him even more angry.

" Shut the fuck up. My wife and my sister died because of that bastard husband of yours. " he barked slapping my cheek.

My head banged against the wall as a sharp pain shot through my left cheek.

" My husband is going to make you regret your whole existence. He is going find me and destroy you. " I spat in his face.

" The only reason he is coming to my territory is to watch me kill you. " he laughed making me cringe slightly.

" We will see who is going to get killed. Spoiler alerts it is going to be you. " I huffed earning another slap from this motherfucker.

I felt too much anger flooding through my vein to my whole body that I could no longer felt any pain or stinging on my face.

" I pity the woman who raised you. I pity the man who created you. They must be heartbroken, their son is a disgrace to all male species because no real man raised his hand on a woman. " I snapped making his stupid smirks turned into pure rage.

" Dmitri Petrov, you're no better than the dirt I walk on. " I snapped again.

But, this time my face was no longer met with a slap but a hard punch. He continued to beat me up repeatedly until the door was being opened again.

This horrible man messed up my face. I could feel all the bruises and cuts while blood was dripping down my head and out of my mouth. Although I could take this beating again if it meant that he would not touch my stomach.

" What the hell are you doing? You said you will only start when he gets here. " a familiar voice met my ears.

I snapped my head up only to met with a familiar face I haven't seen at all this passed week. He was there in all his glory in one piece all in good shape not even a cut was seen on him. And then there I was worrying for the life of the man I thought was my friend and my husband's best friend.

" Ah. Come here, my man. Look who we got here in our territory. The queen herself, I must say that you are quite right, Brandon. This girl got the attitude to tame the beast. " Dmitri chuckled at the sight of none other than Brandon King himself.

Our late under Don walked into the room with a hand shoved in his pocket and a small smirk playing on his face.

" Madam, have you missed me or perhaps my service? " Brandon smiled at me liked he hadn't betrayed his family, our family.

" Why? " I exhaled looking right into his eyes.

" Let's make it simple here for everyone. I contacted Brandon over here to help me in killing you to avenge my wife. And, god was on my side because he already hated you hated how you turn the beast soft so he agreed to help. " Dmitri chuckled.

Now, that sounded like the worst story to ever existed. What kind of psychopath wanted to kill his friend's wife.

" Are you gay, Brandon? Do you have a thing for Seth? " I asked cocking an eyebrow at him.

" Bitch. I am straight. " he hissed at me.

I would have understood if he was gay. Hell, if I was a guy and worked with Seth Salvatore himself everyday I would have turned gay for him.

" Enlighten me why you want me to die then? Why under this asshole's hand when you could have killed me yourself. " I asked.

" You see Dmitri will rest when he gets to kill a wife of Seth. He has no intention of destroying us so I thought why not help him gets what he wants and save the mafia I helped built. Who knows after sacrificing you the three of us will be the unstoppable trio once again. " he smirked at me like he was a genius.

Bloody dumbass.

" My husband will never forgive you. " I spatted my blood in his face.

Then the door was being opened again making the three of us snapping our heads into its directions but this time Victoria was finally awake and joining the party.

My friend was awake. God knew I needed mental support right now.

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