"Where the fuck have you been, bitch?" I laughed breathlessly, happy to see her once again.

"Bitch, why are you naked?" She asked back, exuding the same amount of attitude.

She smiled and laughed lightly along with me despite our situation. She winced slightly and brought her hand to her busted lip, "Shit, that hurt. You're not allowed to make me laugh anymore." She stared her big blue eyes into my brown ones and we took eachother in.

And for a moment, it was almost like it was just us two joking around in the kitchen like before.

Which wasn't too long ago, but will all that has happened, it feels as if decades have passed.

But then I was reminded of the tight twisting pain around my wrists.

How could I forget that?

It was time to figure out what the fuck was going on down here in Hank's creepy ass, little dungeon.

"Please tell me this isn't a sex thing," I pretended to throw up.

Mary whispered back, "Thankfully, not. It's like we're being held here while he waits or something." She looked confused.

"He hasn't killed anyone down here?" I asked.

Mary shook her head no, her dirty, blonde hair shaking around her tan face. "Not a single person yet, we all came in here around the same time."

"But your lip-" I started.

She held up a hand, "He roughs us up a bit if we put up a fight," she shrugged.

"Oh I'm well acquainted with Hank's idea of 'roughing up'." My head still buzzed from

before.

Mary brought her voice even lower, "But, you see that guy over there?" She pointed to a skinny, teen kid who was sleeping in the small, shitty cot Hank had put in each cell.

Each cell except for mine.

"The fifteen-year old? Tell me you're not turning into a pedo, Mary." I faked being concerned.

She attempted to hit me through the bars but failed.

"Look, I've seen that kid around before. His families runs with us Moretti's. I think he's a Guiliani." Mary looked to the left of the boy to the girl in the next cell over.

"Oh! And she's Catalina Pesci, her father is in an alliance with Moretti and my Aunt."

Wait.

I looked around at the rest of the sleeping teens and young people in the cells and noticed a pattern. Designer clothes. Fresh haircuts. Arrogance radiating out of their pores.

I had almost gotten it.

"Hank is capturing wealthy mafia leader's sons and daughters for ransom. That's why all these brats are in here. No offense, Mary. And that's why he's waiting." I figured it out.

Mary let the brat comment slide, thankfully.

Mary began nodding, "Right. They want my Aunt's money. They took me because they couldn't take Natalia, because she's...dead."

Mary laughed, "And of course they can't take Moretti, because he's well...he's Moretti."

I interrupted her, "Actually, Mary."

She stopped laughing, "What?"

"They have Moretti."

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yo why do i be noticing mafia stories on here where the girl's name is Psycho 🧍🏼‍♀️

like i started this book back in 2018 and these books came out just recently when Insanity began to gain a lil bit of popularity. weird idk.

chile anyways so-