Chapter 4 Italy

Marco looked angrily at Daniele. 'I trusted you to bring her here and treat her with the up most respect and you stick her in a dungeon a fucking dungeon what the fuck am I paying you for Daniele?'

'My apologies sir.'

'And for you telling her I wanted her dead.'

'I thought that you would.'

'She's my sisters' daughter she's my niece. Why the the fuck would I want her dead?'

'Because one of those bastards is her father.'

'It's not her I want dead it's them. He gained Italy through my mistake and I will get it back no mater what it takes and I will kill the fucker.'

'He thinks your dead Marco.'

'Well I guess he'l have a rude awakening then won't he?'

'And his brother?'

'I'll blow the Fucker away. They have my sister and I'm gonna make sure I get her back in one piece and them dead In their own blood and vomit.'

'Sir.'

'Go and wake her for dinner.'

'Sir.' He turned walking out of the office closing the door Marco leaned back on his chair and sighed. 'I'm coming for you sis. And I will kill every fucker that gets in my way and that's a promise.'

Daniele went to her room unlocking the door she lay sleeping so he tired to wake her but it was trying to wake the dead he tried several times but he gave up telling Marco he couldn't wake her this didn't please him one bit he wanted her to join them for dinner so they could talk a little more.

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Cora slowly came around to the sun burning brightly though her window it wasn't this bright back home the weather was pretty shit most of the time, even when the sun shone they had three weeks of constant rain and thunderstorms. She yawned pulling herself up out of bed. She walked over to the window and opened the curtains looking over the surreal landscape it was like an oil painting, she smiled it looked almost like the scenery where she had lived in Italy though they had lived in the mountains it was such a beautiful view she was so memorised with the view she hadn't hard the door unlock. 'Do you like the view?'

'It's breathtaking.'

'This is one of the best guest rooms we have. The views from here is spectacular.'

She turned looking at him. 'Marco thought you'd like this room his is above You both have a balcony too .'

'Where are we?'

'Italy.'

'Oh no no I can't be here.'

'Why not.'

'I just can't.' She ran for the door he grabbed her arms tightly. 'Loose me I can't be here.'

'Why not?'

'Please, just let me go I have to get out of her and return to the U.K..'

'Why?'

'I'm not safe here if they know in here they'll.'

'They'll what?'

'Nothing please let go of me . I can't be in Italy please they'll find me and.' She said her breaths heave her anxiety setting in she couldn't control it her head becoming fuzzy.

'Who are you afraid of?'

'No one please I'm begging you please loose me.' She pleaded burning up.

'I will once you tell me who you are afraid of.'

'Please let me.' Her eyes closed and she fell on him.