The Stolen Mafia Princess

Right from Wrong

{Margo’s POV}

“What was that about?” Carter asked, stalking into the room with Damon after Viktor left.

I looked over at them. “Viktor came to get his belt.. I used it to stop my leg from bleeding earlier.” I turned my attention back to the flame.

“Are you okay?” Damon asked, walking around to sit in front of me.

“Why was he half undressed?” Carter yelled, pushing past Damon.

I scoffed and stood up, walking to my bay window. I needed fresh air after tonight, so I carefully sat down. “Since when do the two of you care?” I asked crossing my arms. “You two completely ignored me for this whole month. I can’t keep playing this weird game with you! One day you’re kissing me.. telling me you care about me. Next thing I know I don’t hear a word from you for a month. Then of course you show up to scold me!” I yelled. “I’m not a child! I’m so tired of the two of you coming into my life just to run away again!” I sat up quickly, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over me. I stabled myself on the wall next to me and sat back down. I definitely had too much to drink tonight.. I needed to be careful.

“I know.. I know we’ve been jerks.. but tonight, we realized that we didn’t want to lose you! You could have been hurt! He had a gun, he was aiming it at you!” Damon said, moving closer to me.

I scooted back, hitting the window pane. “You need to stay over there Damon!” I yelled, pointing to the place he was standing before. “Don’t come any closer to me! I can’t keep getting hurt this way, one day you’re telling me you want to date me, then you disappear. It’s exhausting and I’m beginning to get whiplash!” I shook my head, and leaned back carefully. “I just.. I want to be alone!” Carter began walking towards me, his steps were loud. “Carter, I said to stay over..” I started, sitting up and tripping over my dress. I fell backwards out the window. I screamed grasping at the windowsill. I was able to catch onto the very edge of it, and was hanging on for dear life.

“Margo!” I heard a voice below me, and I knew it was dad.

“Dad! Help!” I cried, my fingers were slipping, I felt a hand graze across mine in my bedroom, but my grip was gone and I fell from my window. I screamed as I fell to the ground. I hit the ground with a thud and the wind was knocked from my lungs. I felt tears streaming down my face as I tried to gasp for breath.

“Margo!” Dad yelled rushing to my side. He pulled me up, and rubbed my back softly and soon I was able to breathe again. “Are you okay Bambina?” He asked, fear spreading across his face, and worry setting in.

I took a few deep breaths and turned to him. “I-I’m okay dad..” I whispered softly. “I just.. I want to go to bed now..” I carefully stood up and made my way back into the house. As I reached the front door Damon and Carter were there crowding me.

Damon grabbed my hands and tugged them pulling me into his arms and hugged me. “Are you okay Margo?”

Carter brushed my hair from my face and looked over me. “Are you hurt anywhere?” He asked.

I pulled back away from them and walked back up to my room. They followed me to the stairs, then I slammed my door and locked it. I sighed and began to undo my dress sliding it to the floor. I walked into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I pulled my hair down, pulling out the hair piece and placing it on the counter.

I quickly stepped into the shower, sighing as the warm water danced across my skin. I lathered up my hair, then grabbed my loofa and began scrubbing my body. I rinsed off, and ran my conditioner through my hair before rinsing again. Once I was clean, I stepped out of the shower wrapping a towel around me, and walked to the mirror. I wiped away the fog that laid thick on the mirror, and looked at my reflection. My face was twisted with all of the torrid emotions that I felt. I was angry.. so angry at Damon and Carter. They left.. stopped talking to me, and even went as far as ignoring my texts. Meanwhile.. Viktor was sweet, kind, and thoughtful, but he was new to me. Sure we had been texting for a month, but I still didn’t really know him. Him asking me out on a date was adorable, though I doubt any of my brothers will allow me to go anywhere with him. When did my life become so revolved around boys.. maybe I just needed a clear slate, and to focus up on the monsters that have destroyed me.

A soft knock came to the door.. I sighed turning back towards my room. I walked into the bedroom, and stepped up to the door. I cracked it slightly and looked out. “Hey Margo.. can we come in?” Angelo was standing in the doorway, with Marco and Mikey behind him.

I nodded, pulling open the door and making my way into my closet. They stepped in, and Angelo shut the door behind him. I closed the closet door and got dressed quickly, before making my way out, and smiling at my brothers as I walked to my bed. I sat on the edge of it and they all kept their eyes focused on me. “So.. what’s this about?” I asked.