My ears picked up a few voices, eyes too tired to open, body unable to move.

"She is waking up" spoke a familiar voice and a rough splash of water touched my face making my eyes open.

"Finally" a shadow walked towards me, the figure getting clearer by the second

"How do you feel, darling?" I nearly gagged at the fake sweetness lacing the pathetic voice.

An old scar dragging from his eyebrow to under eye caught my attention.

My eyes searched him up, taking every inch of his appearance with disgust when his rough fingers placed a slap on my face making my cheek sting.

"Listen here, you bitch" His hand fisted my hairs, the pain almost making me scream, the cloth on my mouth inabling me from doing so.

"Damian must have told you about their plan. Now spit it, bitch" he threatened, his hand thankfully leaving my hair.

I stared at him in disbelief ! How would I know anything about the mafia?!

His men roughly removed the cloth from my mouth and I took in a deep breath trying to calm my erratic heart down, my hands and legs still tied to the chair.

"Spill it out, Bitch" another voice spat beside him, a familiar but young image of him.

"I don't know" my voice broke, throat as dry as a desert.

"Lying, are we?" He stepped forward, his eyes reflecting evil.

"Not now, son" the man with the scar spoke.

Son??!! No wonder they looked so similar!!

His son backed up but one of his men came and placed a punch on my face making me groan, my eyes almost closing.

Another glass of water roughly splashed on my face bringing my sense back to an extend.

"The sooner you give us the truth, the better it is for you, darling. Otherwise.."

A few of his men stepped towards, their disgusting eyes burning holes through my body.

"I don't know what you are talking about" I replied, not wanting to even imagine what was going to happen next.

His men stopped at their feet while he again roughly held my face, my cheeks hurting at the force.

"The plan, sweetheart. Your husband's plan to take my everything"

"I ...i don't know" I barely managed to get words out with his hold on my face.

He backed away.

"Let's have it the hard way then" he announced and the men from before begun to approach me.

"You have the looks for sure" spoke one of them, his knuckles brushing against my cheek

I felt disgusted. I started to move my head to avoid his touch but screamed in pain when another one of them pulled my hair from behind.

"Wait" ,came the familiar female voice from the shadow behind them. The voice too familiar.

With slow steps she came forward and my eyes widened in shock.

"Mrs. Witty!!" I couldn't believe my eyes at the person before me

"It's Brittney darling" she spoke and strode towards me.

The men stepped back but she fisted my hair in her hand and face a few inches from mine.

"Know anything about your husband's plan, sweetheart? She asked.

I shook my head in answer and she let go

"She doesn't know anything." she announced.

"There's no need to keep her alive then" spoke the one touching my face minute ago.

"Keep her alive" Mrs. Witty, no, Brittney suggested.

"He is bound to come for her. From what I have seen, he would give his own life for her" she finished.

"That I agree" the man with the scar agreed.

"I shall be going now then, Mateo" and she left.

I stared at him, my hands and feet trying to free themselves from the heavy ropes but unable to do so.

"It's futile to try, darling."

I was about to snap at him when a sharp nidle touched my neck and s man backed up with an injection in his hand!!

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?" I tried to move my hands, my body feeling numb by the second.

I hurriedly searched our room, Violet's phone left in the bed.

My legs strode towards the bathroom to be met with a smell I feared and the door open

"CHARLOTTE??" no response from her too.

Her bathroom too reeked of the same smell.

"Boss" Ryan's voice reached my ears making me stride downstairs to find him with a paper in his hand.

"It was Mrs. Witty. Step sister of Mateo." he spoke making my blood boil

"Where's father?" I inquired, my eyes reading the paper.

"Here" father too joined and stared at the paper in my hand his eyes going red

"That bastard!!! How dare he touch my daughters?"

"Call the men. The attack is today" I declared.