Chapter 3 Vallea Lupa

She looked paled her face showed shock and None-believability.

Vallle looked at her. Her eyes showed sorrow through her tears she didn't want to let her baby go she'd fought to the ends of the earth to keep her safe and now they'd found her the only way Mia could be safe was to flea Italy and start a new life a life without her. She'd contacted people she could count on to help her and keep her only daughter safe from the Mafia as well as Nicolo and Domienico. She'd refused a paternity test when she had first became pregnant and two years later she had ran from them once Cora had tuned eleven she had shipped her to the U.K. because the two brothers had found them.

'Baby you have to go.'

'But mom why can't you come?'

'It is safer this way I can't have you find them.'

'But they'll kill you if they find you.'

'Please baby you have to leave. You need to be safe. You'll be well protected. Everythig's sorted once you reach the U.K. the Lorenzza's take care of you and bring them up as their own please forget about me.'

'No mom.'

'Promise me.'

'I promise.

'Now go before they come .'

Tears fell of her face. She was still traumatised by that day no no matter how much she tired to forget her mother, she couldn't .

Domienico looked at Vallea her face bruised and battered. He remembered the first day that they had met when Nicolo had brought her to them she was so full of life and so much hate for his brother. He'd fallen for her, she'd got him through his attempted suicide back then she loved him what had gone wrong? 'You know all this would be easier if you told us where Mia is.'

'I already told you. I don't fucking know.'

His hand crashed against her face. 'And to even think that I ever loved you.'

'That makes two of you you b..'

His hand crashed across he face again.

'BASTARD!' She screamed.

Her tolerance of violence had grown stronger over the years from the cruelty form the two brothers who had tortured her for the last five years for deceiving them both. She'd made sure that Mia was as far away as possible and hidden away from the sight of the Mafia. She was unaware that she had been found by Marco.

Marco looked at Cora she looked so much like Vallea it was hard to recognise who her father was.

'So tell. Me Cora where is your mother?'

'I don't know.'

'Untie her and put her in one of the guest rooms and collect her for dinner.'

'Sir.'

He got up off the chair . 'And no restraints she is my guest.'

'Sir.'

He walked away looking at Daniele. 'My office once you've settled her in.'

'Sir.'

He closed the door. Daniele walked over to her untying her pulling her to her feet. 'Come on sweetheart I'll show you to your room.'

'Take you're fucking hands off me! I can walk by myself.'

'Sorry sweetheart you may be a guest here but I do not trust you.'

'What ever!'

He pulled her out of the dungeon closing and locking the door behind him. 'Let's just hope you don't end up back down here.'

'FUCK YOU!'

'Did anyone tell you it's rude to use such words we'll just have to wash that pretty mouth of yours out with soap and water won't we?'

She glared at him.'

'That's better come.'

He pulled her with him through the dungeons and up the two flights of stairs till they reached the guest room. He loosed her arm one he'd opened the door. 'Your room sweetheart.'

She walked in.

'No thanks?'

'Thanks.' She said under her breath.

'You're welcome sweetheart rest a while till dinner.' He said closing and locking the door she guessed she wouldn't be getting out of here today.

She looked around the elegant room most of it gold tapestry and Italian destined furniture. It reminded of her home back in Italy. She missed it so much. She missed her mom so much. She lay on the kingsize bed closing her eyes.