The Mafia Lord Lost Love

Ariana's POV

(Approximately five years ago) 

"Ariana?" 

My tired eyes began to awaken as I heard his mesmerizing rich voice echoing in the distance. It brought a grin to my face as my tummy was filled with butterflies; he had finally arrived.

My pulse raced as I heard his voice again, and I opened my eyes expecting to see him instantly. I wanted to get up and tell him how much I loved him because I didn't feel like I had said it enough.

"Ariana?" 

His voice was like a melody to my ears, and I would never get tired of it because I adored it. The way he calls me melts my heart because it makes me feel lovely. How can someone like him be so devoted and loving to me when he has a darker side that everyone fears except me?

"Ariana?"

My heart skips a beat again as my name slips off his tongue; it kills me.

"Ariana?!?" 

My body tensed up when his voice didn't sound the same as before; in fact, his frustrated voice bounced between the walls, which puzzled me. He was nowhere to be seen, and I wrinkled my brow, wondering why he was calling me like that. His voice sounded so forceful and furious that it haunted me since I'd never heard him this desperate. 

"Ariana? Stop playing games with me!"

What?

When I looked around, my brow furrowed again since I had no idea where I was. 

How did I get here? 

As I questioned where I was, I began to investigate my surrounds with only my vision, and I noticed that the windows were sealed with metal, so there was no life in the room; it also made the place windowless, allowing the bundle of nerves to simply kick in in my stomach and consume my insides. I disliked how dark the room was. The moist scent of the chamber was awful; it reeked of fresh blood, which made my body freeze in fear. 

"Ariana? Where the fùck are you? Stop playing with me and come out!"

All of my fears and nerves vanished as soon as I felt the sensations my surroundings were giving me, yet I was still completely perplexed. I could sense the chilly, unclean air. He yelled out again, and as he did, I couldn't help but note how anxious and upset he appeared, which reinforced my intuition that none of this was going to end well. However, I told myself that everything would be fine since he was around and I felt protected. 

"Ariana quit playing games with me. I am being serious. Please come out! Please.." 

His deep hysterical voice became closer to me as it got louder, and my head turned to see where it was coming from, which was the steel door. I sprang up when I heard his voice, only to fall back down when my back was in excruciating pain. As I attempted to stand up, the pain ran up my back, so I crawled to the door. As I approached the door, I noticed a little window that displayed what was on the other side. I dragged myself up and looked through it, only to be met with the most excruciating image I'd ever seen. 

Enzo entered my frame of vision when I noticed him on the floor on his knees, his shoulders sagged down in defeat as he cried into his hands and simply shook his head. My mouth hung wide because I didn't know what to say; I couldn't understand anything. The last time I looked, Enzo was the strongest guy I knew on Earth, and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. This was the first time I'd seen him cry like that. 

This had to be a nightmare, one that I loathed. I had to wake up because I felt so helpless seeing him cry his eyes out as if he had just lost something. Even in my fantasies, I couldn't stomach seeing him injured; it made my heart throb. Right now, he appeared to be in anguish, and when I awoke from this agonizing dream, I would be the one to relieve all of his suffering. 

My body tensed as I felt a chilly, unpleasant air brush over my flesh. Goosebumps began to appear, and nothing felt good about this, and I was afraid. Enzo sobbing in front of me predicted everything, and I was unprepared for what was to follow. My body felt like it had gone through hell since all I could feel was agony and burns, and the tightness in my muscles made me unable to move. I was so stiff from simply resting in one position that I couldn't move away from the door; nevertheless, when I did, I landed on my back again. I eventually moved my body, only to be touched by another, causing me to quiver in response. I was shivering as my sight moved to my left, and fear overwhelmed me to the point that my breath froze for a second. My gaze moved swiftly from one to the next. 

A few cold-blooded corpses. 

My eyes left their sockets as I counted five lifeless bodies sprawled about me, and to say I was terrified would be an understatement. I was terrified; I was so ashamed that I thought I would pass out. When I regained my voice, I attempted to yell for aid, but nothing was heard.

As I studied the bodies with my limited power, I saw that they were all coated in fresh blood. I glanced down at myself and began to quiver with fear as I realized I was too covered in blood; I was going to get sick. I worried as I began to wonder whose blood it was: was it mine? I shook the notion out of my brain since I couldn't be my. I was in a lot of pain, but I knew I wasn't going to die. 

As I made an attempt to sit erect, I was able to do so and only let out a small sigh as I felt agony all over my body, particularly my arms and ankles. 

"Enzo... Enzo! I'm here!" I screamed as I crept closer the door, peering through the frame again to capture his attention. My echoes simply bounced between the four walls of this chamber, unable to reach beyond. My hands coiled up into a ball and pounded against the steel door, but it did nothing, nor did my shouts for him, since despite my best efforts, I failed to get his attention when he went straight by me.

I tried to get up on my feet, only to discover that it was restricted by chunks of thick metal. I looked at my ankles for a second and realized I was shackled and absolutely confined. I was perplexed as I wondered what this was; I'd never been shackled or kept in this manner. My anxiousness surged when I realized I couldn't do anything to improve my chances of liberty since, with these chains, I was going nowhere. 

I faintly remembered what had happened as I tried to recollect the events of the past, so I began to scan my surroundings again in an attempt to recall anything, but as I did so, my headache worsened and I moaned in agony.

I fixed my gaze on one of the dead and tried again to recall what I could, but I couldn't think of anything. I continued to gaze at one, realizing that I didn't identify any of them. I also noticed that these deceased people wore a uniform that looked very familiar, but I can't recall where I saw it. 

"Enzo!" I yelled again, reaching for the door. I sighed and collapsed to the ground in despair; it was the thousandth time I had called him. 

"Ariana..." 

My head quickly swung back to the shut door, and my stomach fell as I observed that his voice had gotten closer than before. Though he wasn't immediately in front of me, I had a sense of calm come over me since I knew he was in the correct spot to look for me, which meant he would find me soon. 

I kept calling for Enzo, praying that he would listen, but my body felt like it was gradually shutting down.

"Enzo!" I managed to say through something covering my lips. My call was faint, though, and I don't think he heard me. I could still hear him furiously shouting out for me, and each time he did, it got closer to the door. I screamed out for him again as I saw his big, towering figure approaching the door. 

"Dan-"