Uncle
1369 Words
I stared at the man I had flirted with less than twenty-four hours ago. And now I was tied up in his basement.
Was that why he targeted me? Cause I flirted with him?
Well, ladies, this is your sign to not flirt with random strangers you just met.
“Glad to see you're awake,” He said coldly, eyes burning into me.
“You are going to regret this,” I hissed, struggling against the chains.
I was going to kill him the moment I got myself free. He would regret even thinking of kidnapping me.
“My father—” I started, but his voice cut me off.
“Will come for you?” he raised a brow. “I hope so,”
That stopped me cold.
“Let Alessandro Bianchi come for his beloved daughter, I will be waiting for him when he does,”
That stopped me cold. My heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach, goosebumps rising on my arms.
He wasn't scared. He wasn't trying to ransom me or silence me.
He was waiting… for my father.
He knew my father, and still made me a target with that thought.
“Who the f**k are you?” I snapped, heart hammering.
I had to warn Father… I had to stop this.
Father has to know what he is coming into before he comes here.
The man’s lips curled, ever so slightly. “The beginning of your family’s end.”
Something about the way he said it sent a wave of chills down my body.
“I swear to God, when my father finds you—”
“I have been waiting for him, What makes you think I don’t want him to find me?” He asked, eyes burning into me.
Something about the way he said it scared me.
This wasn't a random kidnapping, it was planned. He knew I was going to be at that party, and he came for me.
I should have stayed at home.
“You are not doing this for money,” I stated and his response came immediately.
“No.”
“You are doing this to get closer to my father,”
He stepped closer and I flinched, but I didn't take my eyes off him for even a second.
“Yes. Glad to see you're not as dumb as I thought,” he said calmly as his eyes bore into me.
I couldn't tell if it was sarcasm or not, but anger surged through me.
“You, Aria. It is the perfect message to send to your father. And I am going to use you to get my message across very well,”
“Isn't it funny you had warned him. You told him ‘I would be taking your daughter today.’ He probably thought you were joking and let her dumbass come out anyway,” The other guy said, chuckling as he stared at me like I was the most stupid thing to ever exist.
Because maybe at this moment I was. .
He warned Dad?
Was that why he had told me not to go? Why he refused to let me leave the house?
But still I had…
Argh! I’m so stupid.
I really should have stayed in. Of all days for this to happen.
I swallowed hard, trying to hide my fear.
“If you touch me—“
He crouched in front of me, meeting my eyes.
My heart hammered in my chest, goosebumps rising on my arms.
Every nerve in my body was telling me to get the hell away from him.
But I couldn’t do that since I was chained to a f*****g chair.
So I had no choice but to meet his gaze.
“I am going to do more than just touch you, Aria.” My name rolled off his tongue effortlessly, sending shivers down my spine.
Something about the way he said it made my skin crawl.
“I’m going to send your screams to him in little pieces,” he whispered, voice like ice. “He’ll hear every break. Every sob. Every apology.”
“I would send you back to him in bits and pieces. And for the first half of that, you would be alive.”
My blood ran cold.
“You are a monster,” I spat, although I was furious, I felt terrified.
How could he think of doing that to an innocent person?
And he sounded like he would do everything he had just said.
He smiled faintly, like he enjoyed watching my fear.
“No, princess. I am the one who brings justice upon your family. One you so very needed,”
I felt like I was going to be sick. I could feel the bile forcing itself up my throat.
But I swallowed. Hard.
I couldn’t show any form of weakness in front of any of them.
He wasn’t bluffing. He wasn’t threatening to hurt me just to negotiate.
He wanted to hurt me.
Like it was something he would derive happiness from.
Something he was made for.
Something he lived for.
“Why?” I breathed. Because I couldn’t understand it.
Why would someone want to do something as evil as this and enjoy it?
“What did we ever do to you?”
His expression darkens, eyes filled with rage. Like asking the question was a crime punishable by death.
“Your father destroyed my life seventeen years ago, and now I have to take back everything he took from me.”
I stared at him.
Confused.
Shocked.
I couldn’t understand a single word he was saying.
Or I couldn’t believe it.
Seventeen years ago? He was carrying a grudge against my dad for seventeen years?
But all he said about his father seemed unbelievable.
“My father would do no such thing,” I spat, defending the name of my father like my life depended on it. Because somehow it did.
That man had raised me, and there was no way I would listen to someone trash his name.
“Unless maybe you deserved it,” I added, eyes filled with contempt.
My father may be a mafia Don, but he would never harm someone who doesn’t deserve it.
“He framed me,” he started, eyes burning into me as though he said ‘Look at the type of man your father is.’
“Stripped me of everything I owned, while he sent me to jail to rot. All these because he wanted power,”
I still couldn’t believe his words, because I knew my father would never.
“Seventeen years, I had been in jail for seventeen years,”
Seventeen years… the number echoed in my head. Like I was trying to remember something that I should.
I was four then, so young. But—
A memory flickered.
A voice. Laughter. A tall man lifting me onto his shoulders. A family friend. A man my father called “brother,” though not by blood.
“Uncle,” I whispered, like it finally clicked. My breath caught in my throat, “Uncle Dante.”
He stopped in his tracks and turned, staring down at me.
And for the first time, I saw him for who he truly was.
The silence between us snapped tight.
-“You remember,” he said flatly, like it didn’t mean anything if I did.
“I—” My voice cracked. “You were my— You—”
“That child is dead,” he said sharply. “She died the day your father betrayed me.”
The child he had carried was dead to him.
“But—I don’t understand—”
“Good. You don’t need to,” he snapped.
I tried to stand, panic flaring.
“I’ll warn him,” I said quickly, desperately. “He’ll come for you. He’ll kill you—”
“You won’t get the chance.”
Something shifted behind me.
I turned too late.
CRACK.
Pain exploded at the side of my head. I felt the world tilt—my vision swam, my ears rang, and a warm trickle ran down my temple.
And then, darkness.
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