THE REVENGE OF THE MAFIA

Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

“There are no limits to what you can accomplish, except the limit you place on your thinking.”

Brian Tracy

ANNABELLE POV

Annabella's POV

My things were moved to the D'amore mansion the following day, and I was to have my wedding by the weekend; it's funny; I didn't even get to have a proper wedding in front of a priest and a large congregation of people. I am to be given off like a gift, sign a couple of papers and I would belong to the devil himself. I can't believe I still do no not have a say in my life, after all these years, you would think I would have been able to stand up for myself.....but I can't, I can't speak not to mention shout, I can't move much less stand, i am nothing but a spineless, broken daughter of a demon(Enzo is the devil, haha). I pick up the book I had left on my nightstand and continue where I left off, allowing my self to drift off into a world that could only exist in my fantasy. A couple of hours later, I hear loud knocks on my door and I realize I had fallen asleep while reading. I stretched myself and go to the door.

"Who is it?" I question.

"Your father calls for you", a thick voice replies.

These rude slaves of Garcia! I wish I had power like Maya, the heroine of the book I am currently reading, I would gun them all to the ground.

"Okay", I say and follow him immediately. Trust me, you wouldn't want to keep Garcia waiting.

I try not to stumble as I try to match the rude man's long and fast strides. He keeps marching on down the flight of stairs and I realize that my father is at the dining table.

We get to where Garcia is, seated like a king at the head of the long table, slowly chewing and swallowing his food. I gulp in fear as I move closer to him.

"I am here, father", I say in a meek voice with my head bowed.

"You're getting married tonight", he said without even lifting his head from his food or showing any expression.

"What?" I don't know when I scream out. How could I possibly get married today? I thought I would have more time to prepare.

"Go change into something more presentable", the demon continued as if he didn't just drop a bombshell on me. What's with Garcia and bombs these days?

"Father, I thought I would have more time to prepare, I am totally unprepared for something this huge..I can't wear a wedding gown, I can't do a wedding march, i dont even get to wear a ring, this is so un......", crash!!! The sound of my father's favorite cup against the wall behind me interrupted my rant. A flint of glass cut me behind my ear and I winced in pain as a trickle of blood made it's way down my neck.

"You should be grateful that I am not in the mood to send damaged goods to Enzo, otherwise, that glass would have landed on you, not the wall", Garcia said in a calm voice.

Tears running down my cheeks as I shiver in trepidation, I think I forgot my place for a moment, I shouldn't have talked back, I have no power nor strength to fight, yet I run my mouth....a woman should be weak and meek, I have been taught that all my life, I shouldnt have forgotten.

"I am sorry father, it won't happen again", I say amidst sobs.

"It better not, because Enzo won't hesitate to skewer you and send your pieces back home to me....and you know me, I'll receive it with open arms",he snickered and stood up.

"Dress up, you're no longer mine as from tonight", he said with a tone of finality and left me standing there in blood and tears.

I slowly drag myself back up to my room, as soon as I get into the room, I lock the door and go straight into the bathroom, blocked the tub drain, turn on the tap, then step into the bathtub and lie in it. I close my eyes and wait for the tub to fill up, to save me from this pain, from this torture, from the agony i was certainly bound to suffer at the hands of the devil.

The tub slowly fills up around me, I wait in anticipation of that peace I so desperately crave and needed but as the air in my lungs started to sleep out and water replaced it, as I saw my life flash before my eyes, I realized I couldn't go through with it. I quickly came up for air and hunched over as bouts of cough wracked my body and my eyes watered with tears. I couldn't do it, I am even too scared to die, I am too weak to die, I can't even bring myself to find the peace I want. Father was right, I am useless and I don't deserve to either die or live, I can only exist and float through life as the coward that I am.

Loud knocks pierced through my brain, as if my door was about to be pulled down. I quickly step out and rush towards the door. I open it a bit and peek.

"What is it?" I asked the rude slave from earlier.

"It's time for you to leave", he sneered.

"Well, I am dressing up or you wanna come in and see?" If I am gonna go down into hell, might as well go down with a bang.

"I see you've grown a large mouth, why? Because you'll be the wife of the richest man in Sicily?" He mocked me.

"What do you think? If I am gonna marry the devil, I might as well learn my role as the devil's wife, scurry away, slave, I need to get dressed for my king", I smirked as his lips twitched in anger but he said nothing and left.

I turned against the door and sighed, then took a long deep breath to calm my raging heart.

Might as well get ready for a lifetime in hell.