ALESSANDRA

I sighed in relief when they turned back to their game a few seconds later, I really didn't want to be asked about the past, not when it's behind me. I wanted to move forward and forget about the people that saved me by ruining my life. They always say nothing is for free, and that couldn't be more true.

When I was only 6 years old my father abandoned me. For a few years I had lived with a boy named Pierre, but then my father invited me back home and accepted with open arms. But it was never the same. Instead of being treated like his daughter I was treated like a slave, a common maid that was on everyone's beck and call, until I ran away when I was 12. That was when I taken by the trinity. For 5 years I was trained by the Tritnity to be a killing machine and was ranked the best assassin ever since.

But they didn't care that I was still a kid, the bad part that came with the skill. They didn't care. The trinity tortured me until I became a weapon... A monster for them to use for all their personal needs. I fucking hate them.

I watched them play for a while, bringing them snacks whenever they asked. I was walking back to the couch when I suddenly felt a pain in my head as I sat down. I ignored it. For a few minutes but after a while the pain became unbearable. I leaned forward groaning in pain.

Diego and Romeo were by me in seconds.
"Alessa, is your head paining?" Diego asked holding my arms.
I couldn't even nod my head. I quickly muttered a yes as tears started to form in my eyes. It felt like my head was about explode as I cried out in pain.

"What were you doing today?" Romeo asked rubbing my back, but that wasn't fucking helping.

"I was just..." and that's when I realized I was practice fighting in the gym to the point were I couldn't even stand. " I was exercising". I said barely audibly. Diego didn't quite hear me, but Romeo did, and he wasn't happy.

"Alessandra fucking Rivera. Please tell me you did not just say you were exercising" he almost yelled.

I would have responded if i didn't feel like I was on the verge of falling over and puking st the same time, but it wasn't even second later when I did just that.

I puked right in front of me where. Diego was standing. Sadly I didn't get anything on him.

"Fuck" he cursed as he jumped backwards just in time. He was looking at the mess I made like it could have taken his life. I almost chuckled, except I was too busy fainting to really do anything.

The next time I woke up I heard arguing around me, a lot of it.
I groaned as I tried to move my hands but I found them tightly secured.

"You were fucking in charge of her" someone yelled.

"Fuck that. It's your fault she has a concussion and now borderline brain injury in the first fucking place" I recognized this voice, it was Romeo and the other one sounded like King.

My body felt stiff and horrible and I couldn't help but groan again. My arms felt like they were tied to the bed or something making it impossible to move them.

I felt myself begin to panic as I started crying right then and there.

"Let me go" I sobbed as I struggled to open my eyes. I started to panic as I started pulling on my restraints moving to get free.

"Let me go. Please. I'm sorry" I said through my sobs. I couldn't calm down I just wanted them to let me go.

There was a constant beeping next to me that was ringing in my ears and I suddenly felt people touching me saying stuff I couldn't understand, I didn't cen realised I was switching languages.
"Lasciami andare, Per favore, Aiutami" I was screaming in Italian. My body started to calm down as I felt myself falling asleep. I couldn't stop myself.

" pourquoi moi? Pour-" I started whispering in French but was alseep before I could do anything else.

I woke up again what felt like days later. My body was stiff and I felt completely horrible as I opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was Emiliano, who looked exceptionally angry.

"What happened?" I asked noting how my voice sounded better and didn't hurt as much.

Emiliano turned to look at me with his dark, very angry eyes.

I gulped from burnimg sensation his glare was giving me.
"You tell me Alessandra, tell me why I have to pay for a stupid bitch not to die because she was being stupid? " his voice wasn't loud or shouting, it was just angry.

"You've been out for nearly 2 fucking weeks" he spat moving dangerously close to me. "So for the next 2 weeks you're on bed rest. And if I even see you out of bed for any reason other than the bathroom, I'll cut your feet right fucking off". And with that he left, leaving me alone in a room I've never been in before.

I sat on the bed for a few more minutes before I started stretching. He said I couldn't get off the bed so. I just stood on th bed, letting the big grey hoodie which certainly didn't belong to me, hang to my knees.

I looked around the bed for anything I could use as entertainment and I immediately noted my phone.
How did that get there?

I quickly looked through my messages and noticed a few new ones.
One was from my boss asking where I was, another was from my friend but I ignored it. The last one was from my ex, Louise, and consisted of just a few words.

I'm sorry for what I did to you. Can we please talk?

I rolled my eyes choosing to ignore him. I didn't want to bring back the past hurt and I knew talking to him would involve confrontation. And I just wasn't ready for that.

Once upon a time I thought I would marry Louise. Now I don't even want to look at him.

I sighed as my mood turned increasingly sour. This was not my first time being kidnapped, but this really didn't feel like a kidnapping, they treated me like a guest instead of a prisoner.

I got into bed and just stayed there for the rest fo the day. Not moving an inch as I watched whatever movies were playing.

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Edited : 06/09/2020

Some parts of this book are just... 🙄. It's okay tho i'mma make it better.