Chapter Four: Marco Franzese.

Atoms Pov

I woke up in the backseat of a moving van with black leather seats, tied up with black rope, and a rag covering my mouth. I kept my eyes closed almost completely keeping them open only slightly so I could look around and observe my surroundings, but also closed enough so it looked like I was still asleep. I mean it was super hot that I was tied up.... Would have preferred red rope but like, it is what it is. I notice two men in suits with guns sitting in front of me.

"Shouldn't she be awake by now?" An annoyed male voice said.

"He's got one of the most basic male voice ever!!!" My inner monologue laughed. My other inner monologue telling them to shush and to listen, and then they start fighting. "Soon.." A different male voice said, sounding a bit irritated.

"Well Jax what's so important about her anyways?" The basic sounding chocolate haired male asked, irritated rolling his eyes leaning back.

"Felix did you not just hear she killed some of our best men! At least she didn't kill the boss, but she did stab him." The blonde said in a shocked tone.

"Hehe, I did do that." I thought to myself while internally smirking. "So what if she killed a few guys? It's not that impressive. I mean I guess maybe a little that she stabbed the boss, but he has scars all over him" Felix says, leaning his head back on the seat, closing his eyes.

"She's also the boss's granddaughter.." Jax said, trying to regulate his tone. My mind now running at ten billion mph.

"GRANDDAUGHTER?!?!" Felix shot up in shock, eyes widened while blinking rapidly. He sounded as surprised as I was, maybe I was just a little bit more shocked but I controlled myself. Jax just nodded and kept quiet.

I waited for a bit making sure they were done talking. They didn't say anything for a while until I pretended to start to wake-up. I opened my eyes slowly, blinking a few times while acting confused about the ropes while pushing the rag down using my mouth so I could speak.

"Well look who's finally awake." Felix said, noticing me. I looked around to get a clearer look of my surroundings acting a bit tired.

"Hello!" I say acting cute and sweet. "Ugh I hate using one of the sweet alter egos." I thought through my bright fake smile. "Um hello?" They were shocked that I wasn't scared. "If you're gonna use something on my mouth can you use like a silk scarf or something it looks better. Also um these ropes are rubbing on my skin and I'm not too sure who ever you're taking me to would appreciate marks on my body... I mean I'm not too sure how long I was out but I'm guessing this is either the mafia fantasy I've been thinking about since I was nine or its a human/child trafficking thing but on the other hand you guys took me from Wisconsin soooo..." I say blinking a few times. They say nothing, just stunned.

Felix starts laughing "Yup she's definitely the boss's granddaughter.". I stare at him blankly. "So how long have I been asleep, cause I'm guessing I was drugged a few times. Also where are we?" I asked looking around.

"About two days and downtown L.A. and I'd suggest not saying anything or we'll kill you." Jax said in a cold tone. I smirk "Hey dude we're in downtown L.A.! Ok I'm ready to die!" I smile brightly closing my eyes, puffing out my chest.

"Are you ok?" Felix asks in a worried, shocked tone. I laugh then my face drops to my usual emotionless face "Not even a little.".

The rest of the ride everything was quiet, then we finally pulled into some gates and down a stone driveway. "I mean I knew crime paid but didn't think you guys got it this well." I say almost impressed. A tall man about 6'2 with nicely groomed blonde hair opened the door for us.

Jax and Felix pulled me out barely struggling even as I dropped my weight. I huff in defeat a little curious what was gonna happen. They pull me to my feet and I stand with their grip releasing off of me as they hand me to two other dark brown haired men in suits.

They grab my tied arms and push me forward as the other men leave. I try to push my weight on them to do the exact same thing I did to the men at my house, until the one kicked my leg as I felt my bone crack as I drop. I whimper, tears forming in my eyes feeling the same pain I felt when I broke my foot a year before last. I don't say anything just glare at the man to my right who just broke my bone.

The tall man with slicked black hair that I had stabbed a few days ago walked out of the house. I glared at him, holding back tears as he walked towards me smiling. I spotted on his bandaged neck the spot I stabbed him was covered. I observe him more and more as he gets closer.

Cocky smile, cold purple eyes, a few stray white hairs in the black, white skin, about six feet tall, shiny hair but not greasy... Looked soft, kinda wanted to touch it. "Not the time Atom." I said to myself.

"Hello sweetheart I'm Marco Franzese, your grandfather." The man said in a thick Italian accent as he smiled at me lifting my chin. "Oh Italian mob boss that's not stereotypical at all." I internally groan.

"Ok one, I need proof and two, If you're gonna kill me can you make it quick cause my leg is already broken and it FUCKING HURTS!!." I glare at the man again to my right. Marco threw down papers that I carefully read realizing that they were real and not fake, I had seen plenty of fake ones and had learned how to distinguish the fake from the real.

"What happened." Marco asked the two men holding me. "She was gonna try and kill us so we had to stop her." The man said keeping his face straight while looking ahead, kinda reminded me of a soldier.

"Well that's no way to treat a guest, or more importantly my family" Marco said pulling out a gun shooting the man in the head faster than my eyes could register. I bite back a laugh forgetting the pain in my leg for a few seconds watching the man fall to the ground keeping a mental note for when I do special effects makeup again.

The man that was holding me ripped my hoodie, my back exposed to the air. "HEY WHAT IF I WASN'T WEARING A SHIRT?!" I yell at the man angrily. "Nothing I haven't seen before doll~." He responds with a smug tone. I whine at the pet name and groan with embarrassment. "Whore." I glare at him.

My 'grandfather' walked over to me and held my head down to the ground and his foot on my arms. "I'm sorry sweetie this is a family tradition but it will only hurt a little bit." He said with a calm reassuring almost apologetic voice.

As soon as I open my mouth to start talking he starts cutting something into my back. I realize I can't escape from how he's holding me down. I try fighting back, screams from my throat and tears running down my face.

He cuts in weird patterns almost like he's writing something and he does it across my back from shoulder to shoulder, left to right. I feel the hot red liquid burning and dripping down my skin. I feel dizzy and cold, my back stinging from the cuts.

My tears felt hot and heavy. He finally stops and let's go of me and starts walking away. He starts undressing his shirt and pulls it down his back.

I look up seeing his last name carved into his back in the same spot he was cutting me, realizing what he did to me. "Don't be mad my father did it to me, and I had to do it to your parents and uncle Eren and his wife. As I said it is tradition, but my sons are too weak to do it to their sons." He said walking away fixing his shirt.

"There are clothes and stuff set up in your room, and don't be worried about your friends. They think you're dead anyway and your old 'family' has been taken care of. We're gonna talk about that later and we'll have proof, we know you have trust issues.". My eyes super blurry, I watch him through the tears walk through the doors of the mansion. I continue choking back my tears.

"Fuck life!" I internally yell.

I sit on the ground in shock and pain, overthinking. I can feel physical pain but the emotions I feel are usually fake, but right now I was overwhelmed and didn't know what to do.

I always had a plan or an idea but I was just blanking, nothing was coming to my head that I could fully register. Even if I had a high pain tolerance this still hurt like a bitch and wasn't helping.

The man who was holding me unties my ropes and sits down holding me in his strong arms. He's careful and makes sure not to hurt me. I'm so confused, I try pushing my hand against his chest trying to make him go away pain shooting through my body with every movement.

He grabs my wrists as I fight back trying to get away. "Hey stop!" He keeps trying to repeat himself until he says something that catches me off guard.

"I'm sorry the old man's a douche, but let's go inside and clean you up." I glare at him as he grips my wrist. I pull away and sit on the ground not saying a word. He picked me up bridal style and started walking.

I never liked talking to people when I was mad. It just infuriated me even more and I was afraid of the aftermath of what would happen after I spoke, so staying quiet and glaring worked great until I was calm or over it.

"I'm Manuel by the way, but just call me Mig or Quiz." Miggy said walking into the house. He walked through the black doors into the mansion and was met with two large staircases and rugs and tables placed perfectly, and hallways leading to other places.

"So do just all mansions entrances have huge staircases?" I thought to myself internally rolling my eyes. "I'll show you to your room." Mig said walking up the stairs.

I fight back tears as I take trying to focus on literally anything else than the pain. I feel my wounds open and aching, almost threatening to bleed even more.... But noooo they just had to rip my hoodie and now the fabrics sticking to my cuts absorbing the blood. Ugh I fucking hate people.