I wake up in a moving vehicle.

My head pounds in agony as every bump they hit goes straight to my head. I try to open my eyes and take in my surroundings, but I realize that I'm blindfolded.

Something hot and warm trickles down the side of my head and I know that it's blood. I can't help but to feel fear along with dejavu. Last year, the same shit happened, only I knew that someone was going to come for me.

No one is going to come for me now.

Genuine fear claws across my skin as I feel truly alone. Tears pour down my face when I remember that I'm not actually alone. I'm carrying two babies and we're all in danger.

I really hope that they're okay. I immediately try to calm down and not get worked up, for their sake. I cannot lose them too.

I'm just going to have to figure how to get out of this.

When I finally get out of my head, I hear low Spanish music on the radio and two deep voices converse with each other.

In Italian.

It's most likely the man from Target, and his accomplice.

Instead of yelling and freaking out at them like I want to, I keep quiet so they don't know that I'm awake.

I can feel myself growing weak from blood loss, and I need to stop this bleeding before I pass out. I am blindfolded, but my hands are free which surprises me. I don't question it though. I grip the bottom of my dress and try to tear the fabric as quietly as I can. It sounds easy, but in reality it's difficult. The fabric is tough and it's going to make a lot of noise.

Just as I think that, the two men turn up the radio and begin laughing loudly.

Without hesitation, I take advantage of the noise and hastily rip my dress. I pause for a minute, waiting for them to pounce on me. When nothing happens, I take the wide piece of fabric and press it hard against the wound.

It stings like hell, but I dare not to make a sound.

As I lay there, the two idiots start singing, loudly, along with the radio. I roll my covered eyes, and just try to block them out.

As we drive down the road, thousands of questions swarm my mind.

Who are these people? What do they want with me? Were the Pythons involved with some kind of Italian mob? Is this their way of seeking revenge for whatever reason? Will I die today?

The last question brings forth emotions that I don't want to acknowledge.

Of course I want to live and have my babies and be happy.. but a teeny tiny part of me longs to be with Harry.

I thought that part of me was gone when I tried to kill myself, but to my dismay it's still there. It's just not a big as it was before.

The car suddenly jerks to a stop, literally halting my thoughts, and my body slams against the side of the car. I make sure to curl my body inward, so that when I made contact, only my back got hurt.

I try my best to keep in my sounds of pain, but it's hard.

The fabric is now stuck to my head because of the blood, and the wound pulses like a heartbeat. At this point I just want to pass out to relieve this pain but I know that I can't. I need to stay alert and figure my way out of this.

The engine cuts off, the music stops, and we're suddenly blanketed in silence. Fear pulls harsh breath from my lungs, and I feel myself losing it.

Am I going to die now?

A phone rings, snapping me out of my freakout.

"Ciao?" A pause, then "Sì capo, l'abbiamo. Cosa facciamo adesso?"

It goes silent again and I gently take the fabric off of my wound and stuff the bloody thing into my bra. When they come back here, I don't want them to know that I'm awake.

"Sì capo, stiamo arrivando proprio ora."

I hear the click of the phone hanging up, and then everything is in motion. The two men get out of the car, slamming the doors. My heart hammers in my chest as I hear the crunch of their footsteps, walking towards the back of the car. Where I am.

I lay as still as possible, and make my body go limp.

A door opens, and I feel the fresh breeze blow against my face. I can't enjoy it though, because I can feel the gaze of the two men.

I suddenly feel rough fingers probing against my breast, and I want to bite the hand off of whoever is touching me.

"Fanculo. Se il capo non la voleva così tanto, avrei scopato a morte questa bella puttana."

I dont know what he said, but I know that it wasn't anything good. My skin crawls as his fingers circle around my nipple. I feel utterly disgusted and I want to lash out so badly. But I know I will get killed for it.

The other guy smacks his hand away and speaks angrily. "Stai cercando di farci ammazzare? Ci sono un sacco di puttane da scopare. Facciamo entrare questa puttana prima di morire!"

I don't care what he said, I'm just grateful that he got that other guy to stop touching me.

They bicker a bit back and forth before I'm suddenly being picked up and thrown over a shoulder. I can't help the grunt that comes out because my stomach is pressed hard against the man.

I don't want to cry but tears find their way in my eyes before rolling down my cheeks.

If they notice that I'm awake and crying, they don't say anything or they simply do not care.

I know it's irrational and makes me seem crazy, but I want my Harry. I want him to come and save me like he did last year. I need him.

The birds in the sky sing beautiful songs, as I get carried into my pending doom and I want to shoot them down. How could they sound so pretty? How could the day be so nice and warm when I'm getting kidnapped and possibly killed?

I feel the man carrying me, walking up steps and I hear a door creak open. Then there's a bright light. Even though I'm blindfolded, I can still see it.

When the door closes, everything descends into chaos.

A voice I haven't heard before speaks furiously in Italian. The voice is deep and commanding.

"Che cazzo? Mettila giù adesso!"

The man that is carrying me slightly lifts me up, and gently sits me down on what feels like a cold marbled floor. It's no use pretending to be asleep anymore, so I sit myself up and wait for something to happen.

Warm fingers suddenly hold my chin, making me flinch. The person doesn't react to my flinch, they just turn my head from side to side. Like they're examining me.

The fingers leave my face and they move to the blindfold, gently untying it.

When the blindfold drops into my lap, I squint my eyes trying to adjust to the sudden light. When I can clearly see, I open my eyes fully and look at the man who is crouched in front of me.

A sharp gasp escapes my lips.

"Y-you were my nurse this morning!" And it is. The male nurse in the navy blue scrubs with short silver hair. He stares back at me, not acknowledging what I just said. Instead he points to my head.

"Did those two men do this to you?" His Italian accent is faint, and he speaks perfect English.

"Yes. One of them also touched me."

Before I can even blink, the silver haired man pulls out a gun and shoots both men.

Their blood splatters across my back and hair, leaving me speechless.

I don't have to look to know that the two men are dead.

I stare at the man in shock, as black spots bombard my vision. The blood loss with everything else is catching up to me, and I feel even weaker than before. As I loose consciousness, the man says,

"Assomigli proprio a tua madre, piccola."

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I wake with a start. All of the events leading up to this point flash across my eyes. Sitting up, I realize that I'm laying in a big ass comfortable bed in a big ass room that is foreign to me.

Looking down at my body, I see that someone has changed me into black silk pajamas. My hair is also wet and I know that someone either bathed me or washed my hair.

I hope that they just washed my hair.

The thought of that man changing me, makes me feel weird, so I'm going to imagine that a woman did it.

I sit in the bed feeling blank.

That man "technically" defended me, but he also is the man that most likely ordered my kidnapping. I'm 99% sure that he did. How am I supposed to feel about this man?

All I know is that I cannot trust him.

Looking at the clock on the wall, I begin to panic when I see that it's 4 o'clock.

"Shit."

Daria got out of school 2 hours ago! She's probably freaking out because she doesn't know where I am and she's alone.

I have to get out of here.

Getting up from the bed, I walk over to the windows to see how far up I am.

I'm in awe of the huge backyard containing the most beautiful and luxurious garden I've ever seen, but I don't let it distract me. Unfortunately I'm at least 3 stories up. Even if I did take the risk, there's nothing to soften the blow of landing. I would most definitely break something or injure my babies.

Sighing, I drag my hand down my face. I guess I'll just have to play along until I can get the fuck out of here.

I walk over to the door, that most likely leads to the hallway, and knock on it.

I'm not going to try to escape because that would be incredibly stupid. Especially when I know nothing about the situation. There's probably bodyguards standing outside the door right now.

Just as I think that, the door opens and a beefy tan man walks in, proving me right.

"Do you need something, signora?"

Keeping my head up, I maintain eye contact with the large man.

"I'd like to speak to the silver haired man. P-please." Damn! I wasn't sure whether to say please or not, and it came out in a stutter.

The buff bald guy, lowers his sunglasses and gives me a once over. He just stares at me blankly for a minute before replacing his sunglasses and nodding.

"Sì, I will get Chuck to bring you some new clothes and then you will see Capo."

"Capo?"

He smiles and speaks over his shoulder before leaving the room. "Boss."

Feeling suddenly exhausted, I sit heavily on the edge of the bed. I run my fingers through my damp hair, roughly, until the wavy locks are wildly sprouting from my head.

What the hell have I gotten into? Boss? That silver haired man is the boss? I already know what this "organization" is, but I need for someone to verbally say it.

I sit there for the next ten minutes, trying to figure out how the actual fuck I got here. I'm literally running through my memories from the past year when the door opens.

I don't look up, I just sit there and wait for the man to say something.

"Um, hi." My eyes snap open at the sound of the feminine voice. I look up, wanting to greet the first female I've seen since I've been here.

When I clearly see her face, my heart drops.

The young girl smiles and waves awkwardly. "I'm Chuck, short for Caroline, and I'm your sister."

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