Don't get any closer to me! 

Jessica's point of view: 

I was never the type of foolish girl, yet, panic makes me seem more than just foolish. How am I supposed to run away when I can't see a thing? 

I should've asked myself that question a while ago, but I didn't, 

" Everything alright boss?" Asks the guy named Luca, which reminded me of his existence. 

" I'm fine..." He started with a steady voice. He wasn't showing any hatred or anger. Little did I know what was coming next. Then he finished: "... I won't be able to say the same about her when I'm done from her." 

The firm grip I felt made it clear that it was Luca who was carrying me.

I tried to resist, but it was useless. He was far stronger than I could ever hope to be.

"What are you doing?" I yelled, my voice trembling despite my desperate attempt to sound brave. "Where are you taking me?"

My screaming didn't change a thing, and without so much as a reply, Luca carried me into the air like I weighed nothing and slung me over his shoulder. I felt panic; I mean I wasn't able to see nor to move. My legs were the only weapon I had left, so I kicked with everything I had, hoping to make him let go.

But Luca didn't flinch.

" She is hell-annoying, killing her would've been easier than bringing her with us." 

" I agree. Guess I didn't think the right way this time." 

Their small discussion got my body unmoving. They were going to kill me. I'm going to die without being able to leave any trace behind me. 

My entire life started playing like a movie in front of my sight. It was all a mess. 

Out of the blue, my body hit the floor. The jerk threw me off his shoulders in a strong way, causing my entire body to scream out in pain. I didn't know where I was or what would happen. 

A third voice cut my thought as someone else joined the two blockheads that brought me here. 

"Marco! My dear friend. Where have you been?" 

His accent was weird, declaring that he was a foreigner who spoke English, not a native. 

"Nowhere..." answered Marco, "Just collecting some debts..." 

Did he just call me a debt? As I was about to speak, I remembered what happened a few minutes ago. So I decided against speaking. 

"What a beautiful debt you have," spoke the man, before that a weird silence was consuming. 

What I heard next got me a bit confused. It was the sound of a punch fouled by a cry. 

"What's wrong? What was this for?" asked the same man; his tone showed that he did not know what was happening to him. 

Another punch echoed all around, causing me to lose control over myself out of fear. If this was the way the so-called Marco treats his friend, then only God knows what's waiting for me. 

"What does the oath of Omertà stand for?" Marco spoke for the first time to the man he was beating. 

The moment the man heard the question, he started pleading and begging for mercy. 

"Please, boss! I can explain it all. Just give me one chance, and I'll explain it all..." Marco cut him off, then repeated his question. 

"What does the oath of Omertà stand for?" 

I didn't know what he was talking about, and I was afraid that he might ask me the same question. I started shaking and troubling myself. I was trying my best to not make any noise. and to remain unnoticed by him. At least until he calms down. 

The man started lecturing, this time giving no excuse. 

" The oath of Omertà... it's about... about..." He stopped for a while, then breathed in and out, "... silence in the face of questioning by authorities and outsiders... If I get caught by policemen, I'm on my own... I shall say nothing about the people I'm working with..." 

I wasn't able to see what was happening, but I was hearing it all. The man was getting beaten, begging for his life. 

"I can explain it all; just give me a chance, and I'll do it." 

A weird silence consumed the entire place, but not for too long. 

"Okay!" Marco spoke with an unbothered tone. " I'm ready to hear it." 

" I wasn't intending to say a thing. Still, there was that man. He was interested in discovering about the Genovas. It had something to do with someone from his family being lost... I needed money; I've lost everything I had, all my money... And... I know I shouldn't... But..." 

"The man you're talking about is a cop. You've betrayed us for money; that's your big excuse?" 

The man started swelling and crying while repeating. 

" I didn't know he was a cop!" I swear I didn't know..."

I was brought back to reality when I felt something heavy being thrown by my side. Or I got to say—someone. 

I tried to get myself a bit away from him, but my body wasn't listening to me any longer. I wasn't able to do a thing but wait for my turn, and it seems not to be taking too long. 

The sound of the man pleading and crying was making it worse for me. A big "Bang!" echoed, followed by a scary silence. It was a gunshot, I was sure. 

The man's voice, which was annoying for a while, was no longer to be heard. Instead, I felt a warm liquid moving down my body. 

I wasn't able to see a thing; still, I was able to connect the dots. The man was quite unlike a while ago, there was a gunshot sound, and the warm liquid could be nothing but blood. 

Goodness! He's dead; they killed him. 

Marco and the so-called Luca started talking in a different language than the one I speak. A bit close to Latin, I could guess it's the Italian language. 

I couldn't help but to think about the worst. They were probably discussing what they were going to do to me, and I was assuming the worst. The man used to be their friend, and they killed him without thinking twice. How for me—the unknown girl whose father stole something that belongs to them. 

I was almost about to faint when I heard footsteps. I thought at first that they were getting close to me, so I shouted. 

" Stay away! Don't get any closer to me!" 

They both started laughing as if they had heard a joke before that the so-called Marco announced. " As you wish... Red." 

For a while, I felt lost. What does he mean by that? 

Well, I didn't have to wait any longer to get the answer I was searching for. It seemed that their footsteps weren't heading toward me. It was quite the opposite—they were leaving. 

I confirmed it when I heard the sound of a crash, which instructed me that a door was being shut. They left me here, in 'I don't know where?'—alongside a dead body, and I was the one thinking that killing me would be the worst they could do to me. 

Unconsciously, I found myself screaming.

" Where are you going? Get Me Out Of Here! Now!"