"You can't stop being afraid just by pretending everything that scares you isn't there." -Michael Marshall- *** Phoebe's P.O.V My eyes slowly flutter open, and I realize that what happened last night was actually real, and the fact that I was kidnapped to another country is also real. I can't believe that everything truly happened, it was like a nightmare. And now I'm here, it's no longer dark for the small window right above me is shining in some light signaling that it's morning now. Not long after I wake up, the door in the room opens, and a man enters the room. It's the same blonde man with gray eyes that brought me to this very place last night, the one who seems to be the leader of them all. He enters with a bowl on his hand and a glass of water, and he has a cold expressionless face on. Gosh, I hate this man already. He puts the meal in front of the cell, and push them in through the bottom part. I look at it and realize it's a bowl of plain oatmeal and a glass of water. "Eat up, we're still thinking of what we should do with you." He says that but I remain silence. He doesn't seem to care but I realize he is staring at me, from the bottom to the top, which makes me feel uncomfortable, so I decide to move back a little. He doesn't say anything else, and I can hear him standing up, and when he's about to leave the room, I say in a slow tone. "You bastards!" He seems to hear it and turns back toward me and he slowly approaches me again, this time, he opens the cell door and comes in. "What did you say?" "You are a pathetic bastard." I say slowly, because I don't even have the energy to shout due to the shock factor last night. His eyes widen in anger and I know that I just made a mistake. This man is several times bigger than me, and I just angered him. He raises his hand and he's about to slap me. I shut my eyes and flinch in fear, preparing myself for the slap, but nothing happens. So I open my eyes to see him punching the wall beside me which makes me flinch. "Goddamit!" He shouts and gives me a meaningful look before storming out from the cell, and he quickly locks it again. He has an annoyed expression on his face, and he immediately goes out from the room with a loud banging sound. Gosh, what is wrong with that man? Now, what am I supposed to do here? *** Edgar's P.O.V What the heck just happened? What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I hit her? I never have problem hitting people before, even if it's a woman, I know that I'm a douche bag, I don't play by the moral and the standards of society. And I don't give a crap about it. However, this is the first time, in my whole life, that I cannot hit someone. It's the first time in my life, that I ever hold myself back from hurting someone. And it terrifies me. "Woah, what's up with that hand of yours, man?" Viktor stands up from his seat as he looks at my hand, he and Matvey are at the living room right now, just watching some lame TV shows with pop corns. I hate that question. "None of your business." "Did you get bitten by that girl?" He says teasingly, right before he gets a good punch in the face, causing him to fall on his butt. "Shut up!" I raise my tone, and he slowly stands up as he touches his bruised cheek. "It's still morning, Edgar, for goodness sake, what the hell is wrong with you?" Ivan and Nikolai comes from the hallway, and now all of them are looking at me with wonder. "Nothing is wrong, okay? I'm just pissed off!" "Is it the girl?" Ivan says as he crosses his arms, making me remain silent. "It is the girl." he sighs as he puts his arms on his head. "Who knew if taking that girl along would cause the great Edgar to be pissed off this way." "Shut up all of you!" I finally shout, making them keep their tongue back a little. Screw all of this! "Never mind that, anyway, it seems like that those Italians are at it again, this time, they are stealing some of the gun stock on our ships while they are moving to bring them here." Ivan speaks as he takes out his phone and begins playing a video that was sent by a surviving member of the ship. Those Italians, I swear, they can't just give me a little bit of break, can they? "Let me guess, Pietro Beneventi again?" Ivan nods his head and I let out of a heavy sigh. Before I punch the wall to my right again. Pietro Beneventi, that man who has ruined my life. He used to be best friend with my father and my father was the one who helped him built his own mafia group until he can be the way he is now, I never fancy him taking in an Italian man to the group in the first place, but I was young so I tried to not meddle into his business. They were getting along just fine, and he became my father's most trusted person. But at the same time, he was the biggest traitor of all time The man who killed my father. *** ~15 years ago~ I walk around my home searching for my dad. I want to tell him that I have learned how to use a gun properly like how he does it. And I even managed to hit the fake target right on the marked spot. I have a big smile plastered on my face now, I think this is such a big achievement for my 13 years old self. I'm sure he will definitely be proud of it. All of a sudden, I hear a loud noise from the front door, and it seems like someone has broken into the house. But how is that possible? I mean my dad's men should be guarding outside. I grab my gun and hold it tight in my hands and I try to search for a place to hide. I am right. Some bad looking people enter the house and they immediately scattered around the house in groups, and I hear doors by doors slam open, and gun shots noise could be heard. I am scared, but I'm trying so hard to hold it in, because there is no use of being terrified to something you should be used of hearing. Besides, I am a son of a great mafia, why should I be afraid? I try to walk around as quietly as possible, I'm still searching for my dad. He must be in his working room right now. I should go there and check on him. Fortunately, I manage to get in front of his room. I still keep a safe distance by leaning in to the hallway's wall. The door is wide open and there are some men inside the room. I look at my dad who is now surrounded by several man, he has a surprised and angry look on his face. "Pietro, why!?” He questioned angrily. There is a black haired man walking back and forth in front of him, with a big grin on his face as he chuckles. I know him, he is my father's right hand, Pietro Beneventi. "Well, Albert, too bad, it looks like I'm taking over your empire." "How could you do this to the person who helped you from nothing!?" My father looks angry and disappointed at the same time. "It was your fault for trusting too much." He lets out of an evil laugh. That man, he betrayed my father. "Now you can say goodbye to everything." With that, he pulls out a gun and shoot my father right on the head. I want to shout, but I can't. Something in me is holding me back. I witness my own dad's murder, just like how I witness my mom's. Soon after, they leave the room, and I am lucky enough that they don't notice me leaning on the wall. The whole group of men just gather around, and together, they begin leaving the house that is filled with the scent of blood from a mass murder. I walk around the house, trying to find someone, but no one else is alive, I am completely alone, all of the men in this house have been killed with guns. I want to cry, but I can't. For some reason, I can't cry. I should be shocked or terrified, but I can't feel any of those right now. I've turned completely cold. In the meantime, I know they will come back when they realize that I am still alive, that is exactly why, I need to leave the house. That’s what I'm going to do. Because there is no more reason to stay. I am an orphan.