The Stolen Mafia Princess

But Never Forgotten

{Damon’s POV}

“No!” I screamed, sitting up in bed, my body was drenched in sweat as the thunder boomed, and lighting flashed in my room. It’s been weeks since Margo’s funeral, and within those weeks I’ve been sleeping less and less.

“What’s wrong? Another nightmare?” Carter asked from beside me. He sat up, rubbing his eyes.

“It was nothing, go back to sleep, we have an early day tomorrow.” I said, turning over and trying to go back to sleep. Our all nighters became more and more common in our search for a way into the Petrov’s territory. Eventually, the all-nighters became sleepovers. We’re practically living in the penthouse, both of us attached to the memories of Margo that are tied here. Neither of us wanting to give up this space, and even though the penthouse is mine, I can’t bring myself to make Carter leave. He loved her, truly loved her, just like I did. Our days have begun to run together, and these weeks have consequently felt like years. Living without the sun, being in this constant dark, and rain. If living is even what you want to call this. All of us, everyone from all of the prominent families are all focused on one thing, and one thing only, destroying the Petrov’s.

I felt Carter toss and turn before finally settling back down into bed. Soon his snores filled the room, and as they did I carefully got out of bed. I made my way into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of orange juice. I took a sip, then set the glass down. She should be here, she should be able to get her revenge. She was stronger than the rest of us, she would hate the way that we’re all broken. She’d call us weak, and tell us to grow up because bad things happen, and you can’t stop the world from spinning just because you’re upset. Upset.. a funny concept in itself, but misery is all I feel, all most of us feel. Misery loves company, a saying I’d always heard.. but now, being so broken, I do find myself being unable to be alone. The silence, and darkness does something to my soul. I sighed, picking back up the glass, anger bubbling within me. I threw it, smashing it against the wall. I screamed, and cried, and let out the pain that I felt inside. Breaking again, constantly breaking, never fully putting myself back together again. I don’t think I’ll ever be the same, I drove her away from me.. I know Carter feels the same. Neither of us got to have a chance to really show her how much we loved her, how much we still do, even though she’s gone, our hearts are still filled with nothing but her. I stood still, looking at the mess I’d made, clenching my fists, and breathing heavily.

I heard his footsteps before I saw him emerging from the hall. He leaned against the wall, and sighed. “Do you feel better?” He asked, his voice the same cold tone it had been since the night she died.

“No.. but does it really matter?” I answered truthfully before asking a question of my own. I walked into the bathroom and splashed my face with water. When I came back out, Cater was on his knees in the floor picking up the shards of glass. “Don’t worry about the glass, I’ll clean it up.” I said, walking towards him.

His body was shaking as he picked up the pieces. He was crying.. once again, losing himself in the sorrow that filled all of our lives now. “I can’t.. I can’t leave it..” he sniffled, before picking up the last piece of glass and walking to the trash. He threw the shards away, but as he did a piece of the glass sliced into his palm. He hissed at the pain, as he looked down at the blood beginning to pool in his hand.

I grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the bathroom, pushing him backwards until he was leaning against the sink. “You i***t, I told you not to worry about it, and now look what you did!” I snapped, reaching into the medicine cabinet and getting out some bandages. I grabbed his wrist again, and turned on the water, placing his hand under it. I washed the cut, carefully, then grabbed a hand towel to dry it. Once the bleeding stopped I grabbed the bandages and wrapped his hand meticulously. Once I was done, I put away the bandages and smiled down at him softly. “There, good as new.”

He looked up at me, his eyes swollen, and brimming with unshed tears. “How are we going to get through this Day?” He asked, his voice sounding hoarse and broken.

I shook my head, before pulling him into a hug. “I don’t know Carter.. but we have to. We have to finish this, we have to destroy them, for Margo!” I said, pulling back and looking down at him.

He stood up straight, and nodded, his eyes looking over me for a brief moment. “For Margo.” He said, before turning and walking back to bed.

{Unknown POV}

My hands were bound, tightly over my head, as I dangled from the ceiling in this damp dark room. I’ve been here for weeks, and I don’t know why. “Please! Help me!” I cried, my heart aching.

The door to my cell opened, and a large, bulky man walked in. “Shut up already! It’s time for your meds!” He yelled as he closed the distance between us.

I squirmed trying hard to get away. “Please! No! I swear I won’t complain anymore!” I cried.

He slapped me hard across the face, then jabbed me in the neck with the syringe. The pain that had wrecked my body faded slowly, as did the small light that had flooded in from the doorway. “Nighty night!” He snickered, as darkness once again enveloped me, making me lose all of my senses.