His mafia princess: his wrath, her vengeance

Chapter three

CHAPTER THREE.

Did you hear me b***h? Answer me when I'm talking to you,” her dad screamed in her face.

He still looked really angry whatever he did to her mom must have done nothing to calm his anger down.

“Yes sir,” she replied, her voice coming out so low she was surprised he even heard her.

“Good, you'd better get ready, you'll be leaving this house in a month, and you better behave well, don't go there and embarrass me”

He stood there looking at her for a while before Walking out.

Layla didn't want to think about what she had just heard; she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

She entered the house and saw their housekeeper moving around cleaning things.

“Where's my Mom, and what just happened here?” She asked while looking around confused.

“I think your mom has gone to her room,” the housekeeper replied and left immediately to continue with what she was doing.

Layla walked towards her mother's room and stood outside the room for a while, listening to know if she'd heard any sound coming from the room.

She tried to open the door but it was locked. She knocked and waited for a while to see if she'd open the door. After waiting for a while without getting any reply she turned to leave.

“You're the reason why I'm suffering this way, Layla,” Layla heard as she turned to leave; she turned back and saw her mom standing in front of their room, her eyes swollen.

“I just wanted to let you know that you're at fault and you're the reason I'm going through all these,” her mom said quietly and banged the door on her face.

Layla stood there transfixed, wondering how she was at fault, she turned and quietly walked back to her room, not bothering to ask any of the questions that were running through her head.

Layla woke up the next day with a slight headache, she quickly popped a pill into her mouth and drank some water. She sat at the edge of her bed for a while trying to get herself together.

She started preparing for school hoping her sadness wouldn't stop her from leaving the house. She just wanted to see her friends. Staying one more day inside the house might make her go crazy.

After slipping into a simple outfit, she grabbed her bag and headed out. To her relief, her dad was nowhere in sight. A small smirk crossed her lips. Maybe today’s my lucky day. Without wasting another second, she hopped into her car. She decided to drive herself to school; the attention that came with having a driver was the last thing she needed.

The school parking lot was already buzzing with students when she arrived. As soon as she stepped out of her car, she felt an arm drape over her shoulder. She turned her head slightly and sighed.

“How was your weekend, sweetie? I was waiting for your call, but it never came,” Blake said, his voice teasing but with a hint of disappointment.

“Not so bad, sorry I couldn't call you bad, my dad kept me busy, he even came close to seizing my phone, so I couldn't take the risk of calling anyone”

“It's alright. I've forgiven you, at least I'm seeing you now; my first class is in the next five minutes. I guess I'll see you after.” He kissed her on her cheeks before he jogged off.

Layla could feel herself turning red, she had it so hard for him, and it was already too late to turn off the feelings she had for him.

But those feelings were too dangerous because they could become the cause of his death and she couldn't leave with that.

“There you are; I was starting to think you weren't attending classes today,” Tanya said; she walked up to Layla and hugged her.

“I sneaked out before my dad would stop me, come on let's go to class before Mr. Dovano makes us stand outside for coming late”

“Talk to me, Layla. I can tell that something's going on with you, but I can't help if you're not talking,” Blake said to her. They were done with their classes and were sitting under one of the trees in the school.

Tanya left earlier to talk to her Mystery man.

“I don't know Blake I think my dad is trying to marry me off to one of his men, and I don't think I'll be able to cope with it, I've watched my mom suffer every day and I don't want to suffer like that”

“Let's run away together; I know somewhere we could go to where your dad won't be able to find us,” Blake said to her, his voice sounding so serious.

Layla laughed, thinking he was Joking, but when she looked up at him and saw the seriousness written all over his face, she stilled for a moment.

“You can't be serious Blake, I can't do that my dad will find us and he'll kill you, he's really brutal Blake I'm sure you must have heard all the rumors about him”

Blake reached for her hand, gripping it tightly. "I don't care, Layla. I'd rather die trying to be with you than sit back and do nothing, while watching you forced into a life you don't want, and trust me when I say this, I'm not that easy to kill, it'll take more than your dad to get rid of me"

Layla's heart pounded against her ribs. He meant what he just said, and she knew it; she could see it in his face, in his eyes, she could see the determination.

Blake and Tanya were the only friends she had and she would be so stupid to do something reckless enough to make her lose them.

Blake please," she whispered, Shaking her head. "You don't understand, my father." She stopped for a while to think of the best way to say what she wanted to say before she continued. " He's not just some overprotective dad. He's a very dangerous man. I don't even want to think of what will happen if he finds out.

"He won't," Blake said, his voice sounding so certain. "You'll just have to follow my lead and do as I said. We could leave sometime this week after I've made sure that the coast is clear, I'll pack all the stuff I'm sure we'll need"

A loud bang echoed through the quiet area where they were making Layla jump. A car door slammed shut, followed by Heavy footsteps.

She turned, her stomach twisting into knots, as her father's right-hand man, macro, stepped forward, his expression unreadable.

"You need to come with me, Layla." His voice was calm, but Layla knew better than to disobey his orders. He would make sure to report back to her father.

But before she could move Blake stood up beside her, his fist clenched in anger. "She's not going anywhere with you"

Marco's lip curled into a smirk, "that's not your decision to make kid"

Layla felt the weight of the moment press down on her. One wrong move, one wrong word, and Blake could get hurt or even killed; she couldn't put it past her dad to go to that length.

"Blake," she whispered urgently. "Please, just walk away, I'll be okay, we could talk tomorrow"

His jaw clenched, "No."

"Move," Macro ordered, his voice dropping lower. “I'm not sure you're willing to get in the way kid, you should know the consequences of going against him”

Layla raised her head to look at Blake, macro spoke like he expected Blake to know who her dad was. He spoke like this wasn't his first encounter with Blake.

And that spiked her heartbeat. Had her dad already sent Macro to warn Blake off before?

“I think you should listen to him Blake, I'll make sure to call you the first chance I get, let's not get my father's attention on you,”

Blake’s grip tightened around her hand, but Layla knew this wasn’t a fight he could win.

And if he tried, he wouldn’t make it out alive.