This is hell, yes, Literal hell

The familiar sound of silence surrounded Octavius as he and a couple of other men from the family crouched outside of a warehouse in a rundown part of town. There had been rumors about the Russians doing trafficking business on their territory and that was a big no-no for them. This was the Italian's territory. The Lucchese Family owned the whole east side of the country. The fact that the Russians were here, was a sign that the family was growing weak, and that pissed Octavius off more than anything. His father used to rule with an iron fist, now, in his old age, the man had gone soft and fucking senile.

Glancing around the corner into the dark ally where the door they agreed on being the easiest to get into, it was cleared of guards. Although that didn't mean there weren't any cameras. Thankfully, they got a guy inside. Said they were moving merch and this would be a good time to strike because they'd be busy moving merchandise and shit.

A slight movement from the door caught Octavius' attention. He watched as the door was propped open, then a hand waved. A sign that the coast was clear. Looking back towards the other men, Octavius gave the okay and the men moved towards the door. Keeping low and to the dark. Then, Octavius raised his gun and held it in front of him as he slank into the building, keeping a sharp eye out as he searched for any fucking Russians that got in their way. Exiting the back room, all hell broke loose as he spotted two men. They shouted something in their annoying language that Octavius didn't understand and then started to shoot. They didn't stand a chance though because Octavius had brought his best fighters with them and they planned to wipe this place clean in a matter of minutes.

The air slowly started to smell of gunpowder, piss, shit, and death. Shouts in Italian and Russian filled the place. There were casualties on both sides. Neither wanted to give up, but Octavius knew. He knew they were winning this little squabble because these men were nothing compared to him and his men.

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Silence used to be something that Lily enjoyed, it was peaceful. It was relaxing, it meant her father wasn't drunk and ready to yell at her and her mother for something out of their control. One of his men dying, one of his shipments getting stopped. Silence, it was a welcomed treasure. Now, in this place. It sent the little hairs along her neck and arms to raise. Silence meant that something was going on. That the men were planning something. Lily had heard men moving things, but she didn't know what. She could only assume other wooden shipping containers like the one she was in. Trapped, like a piece of furniture, waiting to be shipped to another location.

Peaking through the little holes in the top of her crate, Lily still couldn't see what the hell was going on. There weren't any other shipping containers beside the one next to her. Where the other ones went, she didn't know and she was scared to find out. Lily knew what was going to happen, her father was in this line of work. He had fucked up and now she was paying the price because of it. Her father betrayed the family, so her family was being rid of. Her parents were probably killed and because Lily was young and pretty, she was going to be sold because of the blood in her veins.

Shots echoed somewhere in the warehouse, causing the young girl to jolt. Then, shouts followed. Another language mixed it with her family's native tongue. Panic slowly filled Lily as she sank down to her knees in her small four by four box. Her arms moving up and covering her head, terrified that a stray bullet may come her way and end her. Although, that might be a blessing for what could possibly happen to her if she as sold. Her white bra and panties did little to hide her shaking body in the small rays of light that shined in through the air holes. The footsteps were getting louder, as were the gunshots. The fight was getting closer as well as her possible death.

Quietly, Lily started to mumble a prayer that her mother used to utter when her father would come home and slam the door. She wasn't religious, but the words gave Lily comfort because they reminded her of her mother. BEautiful light brown eyes, blonde hair like hers. Maybe, she'll see her mother again soon. Yes, if things in her little box got intense, Lily hoped that she'd be ended swiftly so she could go to her mother's waiting arms in heaven.

Terra had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. The young girl had been homeless, living on the streets for almost a few years by herself, since she was fourteen. Hopping from homeless shelter to homeless shelter, sometimes a park bench and only getting fed if she made it through the line at the soup kitchen before they closed. But that fateful night that she was taken, she had been on her way across the bridge, over the river to the other side of the city. Back towards on of the safer alleys that some of the other homeless people she knew hung around.

A Russian man had pulled up in a car next to her and offered her a pretty penny to warm his bed for the night. She had been foolish to accept, but the hope of having some money... A warm bed for a few nights, it was too good to pass up. And now here she was, locked away in some box like an animal in a cage. She was clueless to what she had stepped into and it didn't help that every person she had come in contact with over her time in this operation all spoke Russian. Of course, living on the streets she would hear about the mafia family that ran their city and was warned of the streets and places to steer clear of, but that was as far as her knowledge of it all ran.

Never in a million years did she think she'd end up in a situation like this. Terra had seen a few potential buyers, had had to service a few of them, but none of them had decided to buy. But she had only been here for a few days and now she was shoved into this small square box like shipping cargo. Was it because she hadn't sold? Where were they sending her? It wasn't long before she heard Russian shouting, but what really startled her was the gunshots that sounded after. Loud thuds of bodies hitting the cement floor. What was happening? It surely sounded like the building was being raided, but by who? Terra's fingers slid into the small holes cut out for air as she peered out of the box. Now, Italian shouting? That was more familiar.

Seeing a few men come around the corner, certainly not Russian men, Terra wondered if she should shout for them. Was it smart to get their attention? Would it just bring her death upon her faster? If it did, would that be so bad? It sounded like peace. "O-Over here," she called, tears burning her eyes as her voice cracked, "p-please, please help me!" Terra's body shook like a leaf, cold from being half naked inside of a freezing warehouse, on top of being terrified of what would happen next.

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His bullets filling Russian bodies, the sounds of men hitting the floor, taking their last strangled breath. That's what Mica liked, why he had gotten into the business in the first place. He was bloodthirsty, loved getting his hands dirty. So when Octavius came to him about a little job, to exterminate some pests that were weaseling into their territory... He was more than eager. He had been one of the first men inside, clearing the entry point for Octavius and men.

And now, as far as he was concerned, it was a free for all. Mica slinked through the warehouse, letting his AR-15 rest over his shoulder and instead opting for his pistol with the silencer on it. Nothing was more fun than picking off men one at a time, watching them drop like flies without them even having the slightest clue...

Mica wanted more power in the family, but he understood why he was where he was. Just a captain among soldiers, because of how hot headed he could be. But he had plans to impress the underboss, Octavius. There was no doubt he'd be replacing his father soon, either via the old man's death or a being forced to retire. People in the family talking about the old man going fucking insane, riddled with dementia wasn't doing anything to help keep their hold on the city. It's why shit like this, these Russians moving in, was happening. Mica didn't like it one bit, it made their cartel look like a joke.

On the east end of the warehouse, Mics found one of the delivery gates open, with a truck pulled into the loading bay. The doors were wide open, the men had already fled. A few shipping crates were already loaded and one lonesome one was still on the warehouse floor. Small circular holes cut out on all sides. Dropping his gun back to his side, Mica relaxed his shoulders as he looked around. The scene was empty apart from him. He thought. Not knowing yet anyone was in the box.

More gunshots could be heard on other ends of the building, but they didn't startle Mica. He could hear exactly where they were coming from, how far away or close... Stepping up to the small crate, he ran his fingers along the edges. "What could be in here..." He whispered, trying to glance through the holes but it was a bit dark. The Russians had been heavily into sex traffic but Mica didn't believe they'd been shipping the women like this... His fingers ran along the edges, until he started prying the box open.

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Repeating the old prayer for forgiveness over and over, Lily's small body slowly rocked back and forth. Fear filled Lily's veins, her stomach doing knots and twisting in on its self. She hadn't eaten in two days but that didn't stop the feeling of throwing upon herself. She wanted to go home. She wanted her bed, she wanted to shower, hell she even wanted to hear her father's shouting once more. She wanted to go home, she'll be a good girl, she'd do anything. Anything to get out of this place.

A small quiet gasp escaped from Lily as she heard a whisper. A voice, a male voice. It sounded so far away yet so close. The box had caused things to become disorienting, echoing things and causing Lily to freak over even the wind blowing. Then her eyes widened as the top of the crate she was in was being opened. A small gasp escaped from her dry chapped lips. Sinking lower into her box, her cell, her only source of protection. Pressing herself into the farthest corner from where ever this man was. Scared of what could be coming her way. One of the Italian's ready to kill her, one of the traffickers making sure she lived through this or one of the men who were here to buy coming to see if he could get a freeby after the shit that went down.

Then, as the lid was finally pulled off and light from the industrial lights above shined down on Lily like God's light. Slowly lowering her arms from her head, Lily slowly blinked her bright green eyes, her gaze focusing on blue ones as they stared down at her. "P-please don't kill me." She mumbled quietly, her voice sounding scratchy from being so dry.

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It was done, this place seemed like it was cleared out. Dead Russian bodies littered the floor, blood leaking out of them from little holes that littered their body. Bodily functions slowly stopped working, causing the place to fill with a stench that would cause a normal man to barf up their last meal and every meal afterward for the next week. "Find the supplies, I want this place cleaned out and burned before sunrise," Octavius mumbled to a couple of his men who had followed him as he led the charge into he warehouse. His most trusted men, men he knew would lay their lives down for him if he asked them too.

After giving his orders, Octavius scanned the room that he was in. A couple of random boxes lying around. Probably filled with drugs, stolen weapons, and who knows what else. All of this stuff was not the property of the Italian's though, so he'll make sure to check each crate and take count of what revenue will start to look like once they contact their own buyers. The sound of a small voice cause the dark-haired males' attention and he turned his head to the right. Eyes narrowing at the sight of little fingers poking through one of the air holes in a box. A person, so, these sick mother fuckers were selling people on his family's land. That thought alone caused a scowl to appear on his lips.

As Octavius approached the box, he put his handgun back into his pocket and instead of bringing out his dagger that the kept in the heel of his right shoe. Using the knife, Octavius wedged the thing open slowly. Then he narrowed his eyes as he flung the roof of the box off, his knife held up in case the person had a weapon on them. Then, coming back towards her after a moment of silence. Octavius' eyes narrowed. "How long have they kept you in that box, girl?" He mumbled and then offered a hand to help the kid out.

Mica was surprised to find a young girl cowering inside of the box. He was more expecting some exotic animal, hoping it was something he could take as a pet. That would've been cool, but this... this turned his stomach. Women were being treated like this on their territory? Mica pursed his lips, crossing his arms over the edge of the box and resting against it. "You don't look to good, hon." What was he going to do about her now? She was a pretty thing, blonde with captivating emerald eyes. Mica tried not to stare at her body, the thin white bra barely covering her tits. He could make out her nipples, the gentle pink color barely visible through the white cotton.

Realizing it probably wasn't the best time to be joking around, Mica straightened up and leaned down into the box with an outstretched hand. "C'mon, let me help ya." His hand wrapped tightly around hers and he pulled the young girl from the box. She was shivering and he couldn't help but wonder if it was from fear or starvation. He kept an arm wrapped loosely around her shoulders, her knees shaking so badly he was afraid they might buckle underneath of her at any second.

Forcing the girl to face him, Mica brought his hand to her chin and made her look into his eyes. "Can you tell me what happened to you? How long you were in there? Your name? Anything?" Mica was mildly afraid that the girl would be in shock, and if she had been abused for years, the damage that might have caused... The gunshots seemed to die down, and Mica took his eyes off of Lily for only a second, long enough to glance around the warehouse once. He knew this meant they were safe, that all of the Russians had been taken care of. "I'm not going to hurt you," he had a little twinkle in his eye as he spoke, a small smile appearing on his face. That, he couldn't necessarily promise. Depending on who she was, her intentions...

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Terra wasn't sure if she was relieved or terrified when one of the men turned in her direction. The largest man there. That she could see anyway, through the holes. When he started towards her, she scurried back into the box, her back pressed firmly up against the opposite side. Her breath caught in the back of her throat, too nervous to feel how starving she was, how exhausted. She flinched when she heard the man's knife prying at the box, and froze when the lid finally popped off.

The man's voice was so deep, coming out as mostly a growl under his breath. Looking up at him, Terra quietly reached out and took his hand, accepting his help out of the small prison. "a d-day, maybe two, I... think..." Terra frowned, trying to keep her body from shaking, but it was useless. She looked around the warehouse, seeing the few dead bodies around them, blood pooling on the cement floor... And oh my god, the smell...

It was an immediate response. Terra's hand tightened on the man's as she stumbled out of the box and she fell against his chest, hiding her nose in his vest. The smell was enough to burn her eyes, which wasn't helping the tears that already threatened to fall. This couldn't be real. How did she go from sleeping on the streets, to being in the middle of a gang war? The metallic smell of blood was giving her the jitters and she couldn't help but hide against this man. That also worried her. She didn't know him, he could be... most likely was just as bad as her captors.

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The words might have been intended to be joking, but Lily felt them straight in her heart. She was sure her hair was matted. Circles were dark under her eyes and she probably looked and smelled like she hadn't showered in days. Which was actually true. It didn't take a genius to tell Lily that, she could smell herself, and she was sure she'd pass out if she saw her own reflection in the mirror.

A small sniffle escaped from Lily as she accepted the man's help. Her body instantly relaxing into his as he pulled her against him. Seeking any sort of warmth that was going to be offered to her. A bath, a hot meal, something that was a bit more covering. Anything, Lily would do anything to get this memory washed from her mind. Her eyes hand strayed to the ground, too scared to look around at the carnage that surrounded her and her new captor, savior, both? Then, raising her head as he gripped her chin. Lily could feel her body stiffen as she looked into those shiny blues. Getting lost in them as the man spoke. His voice causing her to shiver at the mere tone.

"L-Leah." Lily lied, not giving her real name for fear of what he planned to do to her if he found out. "My dad." Lily sniffed, then shook from the cold. "He-he sold m-me to these men." Lily cried, tears slowly filling her eyes and making things turn blurry.

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As the girl fell against him, instinct told Octavius to wrap an arm around her waist, and he did just that. Even though his mind was telling him to push the girl away. This was a dangerous situation. She could easily pull something out of his own jacket or her underwear and stab him. Killing him easily, just like how he could easily twist her neck for being so damn close to him. Slowly, Octavius ran a tongue over his lips. This was going to be a night. He could just tell. "Do you know any of the men who took you?"

Slowly, Octavius slid out of his jacket and brought it around the girls' shoulders. Wrapping it around her, he stepped back for a moment. His eyes looking into her bright colored eyes. "Do you have a name girl?" He asked, raising his eyes slowly and taking the girl back under his arm. Slowly, the underboss started to lead the girl out of the room with the dead bodies. Wanting to get her away from this troubling place. The place that signaled what could have happaned to her. Pursing his lips together, Octavius pursed his lips together. He wasn't quite sure what to do with the girl. She's seen his face so she won't be able to go back to the outside world, but the family wasn't really into selling people.

"Matteo!" Octavius called out as he walked into the main part of the building where his men were gathering. Getting ready for their next round of orders. "Take this girl to the car. Turn the heat on and watch her." He instructed and then lightly pushed the girl towards one of his trusted men. They had work to do and he couldn't play baby sitter all night.

Mica wished he'd been wearing something he could take off to over the girl for cover. He hadn't worn a jacket, only a bullet-proof vest over his long sleeve button up shirt. He cursed under his breath as he took the shaking girl under his arm, holding her against his side. The girl did look rough. The color was drained from her face and she was pale, dark circles shadowed under her eyes and her hair looked like it desperately needed a wash. It made Mica sick to his stomach that these repugnant men wouldn't even at least take care of their product. That's what they seemed to be, nothing but moving product.

He didn't think it could get worse until he heard Lily mention that it was her own father that sold her to the Russians in the first place. What kind of a man would do such a thing? Or... what could this young girl have done for her father to want rid of her? "Well, Leah..." Mica frowned, staring down into her brilliant green eyes, wondering what he was going to do about her. "Let's get you somewhere a bit safer, yeah?" Mica fell next to her side, his hand dropping to her lower back. He began to guide her back towards the entrance they had used into the warehouse. With what he did, it wasn't really what he would think a young girl like herself should be around, but what else was he going to do with her? Drop her off on in town and tell her to fend for herself?

The moment he laid eyes on some of his men and Octavius, he called for one of the men to come over to him. The soldier was wearing a long black jacket that looked warm. "Give this little lady your jacket, yeah? Take her out of here. I gotta talk to the boss." Mica stepped away from Lily as the man began to shrug the coat from his shoulders, before wrapping it around her. His light blue eyes followed her as the soldier led her out through the exit.

This certainly wasn't what he'd been expecting from this job. Turning on his heel, Mica made his way over to the underboss, trying to keep the sneer off of his face. He had nothing against Octavius, except for the fact that he was allowing his father to stay in command. He didn't doubt that Octavious could make a good Don, but allowing his father to continue to run the family into the ground,... that was almost just as unforgivable. "Find anymore girls in crates around here?" He rolled his eyes, not really expecting for the brunette to have found someone to.

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Terra just shook her head no, a little frantically when he asked if she knew any of the men who had taken her. But she didn't give any further detail than that. She didn't want to admit how big of a mistake she had made, how stupid she had been to accept such an offer from a stranger. She had just been so hungry... Sniffling as the man pulled away from her, she looked up at him as he began to pulled his jacket from his body. He was handsome, looked like a strong, leader-type. Not a hair was out of place on his head and he looked well groomed, but also like he didn't miss a day in the gym...

A shiver ran down Terra's spine when he draped the jacket around her shoulders. She quickly grabbed at it and tugged it closed, anything to hide her body from all of the wandering eyes. Pressed up against his side once more, Terra easily went with the strange man as he led her through the warehouse. "Terra," she whispered, keeping her eyes on the ground, feeling the cold cement under her bare feet. The man was seemingly being nice enough, but that didn't stop her from worrying about what danger could be looming around the corner...

Looking from stranger whose name she didn't know, to the man who'd been called Matteo, she felt like she might get sick as the scary looking man took her into his arms and led her out of the warehouse. It was the middle of the night, and the warehouse was right on some docks. The cold wind was blowing in the smell from the sea and Terra couldn't wait to get into the back of a nice, warm car. The man led her to a completely blacked out ride, opening the back door for her before motioning her in. The second she was in the back seat, the door shut and locked, and the man turned away with his back to the door.

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Keeping her head down, Lily followed Mica as he led her to god knows where. Hopefully, it wasn't filled with more death. More pain, more closed spaced where she could feel the cold seeping into her bones. As they walked, the cold cement against her bare feet was already enough to make her want to climb onto something to keep the cold from getting to her. From biting her like a bug and never leaving her alone. She just wanted to be warm, was that so much to ask for?

Then, it was like her prayer was answered as she was offered a blanket. Which she thanked the stranger for and then followed him out of the warehouse. Lily had half the idea to make a run, but. Seeing as they were at some sort of docks, Lily decided to just play captive for a while longer. She needed to get warmed up, some clothing, and then she could make her way out into freedom somewhere. Hopefully.

A look of surprise entered crossed Lily's face as she saw that there was someone else in the car with her. "I'm not alone," Lily whispered quietly, astonished as she entered the car and heard the door close as soon as she sat down on a seat in the back. Her eyes focusing on the also naked girl with a coat covering her. Tears started to well up in her eyes as Lily leaned forward and placed her head between her legs, feeling herself starting to hyperventilate.

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This whole thing pissed Octavius off. These men snuck under Octavius' family's noses and smuggled in over twenty grand of product, well that's what was left here. Who the fuck knows what they took before they were stormed. Who the fuck knew what they were making before getting caught. This was complete and utter bullshit and Octavius was beyond pissed. He was ready to storm into the leader's estate and kill the man, even if it meant getting himself killed int he process. It would feel so good to finally get read of the head of the Russians. The man's been a thorn in Octavius' side since he because of an underboss.

Just as Octavius finished speaking, he heard Mica's voice to his right. "Hmph, another girl?" Octavius repeated Mica's words and then glanced towards the door, just in time to watch one of the guys walking another girl out of the place. "Fucking shit, and piss," Octavius mumbled as he raised a hand and rubbed the back of his head in annoyance. His eyes closing as he slowly threw his head back. "Damnit, these punks have squeezed through the cracks for to fuckling long," Octavius mumbled and shook his head, he hated this. He hates what the family has become. If things don't change soon, they'll all fucking die because of the Russians.

Slowly, Octavius ran his tongue over his lips and looked towards Mica. "Just that one girl? Did you find anything else?" He asked, getting straight to business. The numbers on a product that were slipping through their fingers were growing. Money that could be lining his and the rest of the family's pockets was getting lighter and lighter. That pissed him off so fucking much. "Something needs to change," Octavius mumbled, more to himself as he looked around, making a mental note to bring this up to his father in the morning when the old fucker was awake and had taken his medicine.

Terra looked up when the car door seemed to open again so soon. Another girl? She pushed herself back against the car door, even though the other girl would already have plenty of room. This car was large enough, but she was so afraid. The last thing she wanted to do was make this new girl feel claustrophobic, she already seemed just as surprised to see someone else. Though it seemed like it didn't matter anyway, when she threw herself forward, her head between her legs. Her crying only made Terra feel more tears well up in her eyes, once again wondering about what could've happened to her....

"Are you okay?" Terra whimpered, leaning forward. "D-Do you know who these men a-are? I don't know what's going on..." Terra reached out gently to check on the girl, though she was afraid to really touch her. Terra didn't know how the girl would react, if it would upset her more or freak her out. Her hands went to her face, wiping at her cheeks to dry the tears away. The man's jacket swallowed her whole and she could smell him, his cologne practically imbedded in the threading. It smelled nice, it smelled expensive. Her fingers tugged at the opening again, wrapping it tighter closed around herself, despite how worried she was about the situation she was in.

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Mica found himself growing more annoyed by the second, watching Octavius just grumbling to himself and cursing under his breath. Men ran around the warehouse, inspecting every container large and small for anything of value. And value was being found, but how much had gotten away from them? This was only another thing proving old man Lucchese didn't need to be in charge. But Octavius wasn't going to do anything about it, or he would've already.

"No, I haven't found anything else, but I'm sure the soldiers are getting to it all." Mica crossed his arms over his chest, noting just how obviously annoyed and pissed off Oct was. He knew it would be hard, but sooner rather than later, someone needed to tell Oct that his old man needed to be put down. When he didn't say anything else about the girls, or what he wanted done with him, Mica dropped his arms to his sides and sighed. "I'll guess I'll take the girls back to one of the houses. Let them eat something until we figure out what to do about them." Mica turned back towards the exit, his hand falling to his pistol out of instinct.

Heading outside, he took the keys to the car from Matteo. Letting his hand rest on the door handle to the drivers side, Mica sighed and stared at his reflection in the tinted glass for a moment before he popped the door open. "Good news for tonight ladies. How does a hot shower and meal sound?" Mica got comfortable in his seat, before latching his seatbelt in place and starting the engine.

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