Sinful Submission

12 ~ The Crazy Mistress

Alessia

Jesus. f*****g. Christ.

My jaw dropped as I laced my eyes on the blood that gushed from the left chest and right leg of my father. Not only my father but about fifteen other dead bodies were laid on the floor with him.

My father, Giovanni De-Luca, also a Lord but a newly appointed one, was just murdered in his home and almost all his men were killed as well. It felt as though they were used as sacrificial lambs.

I felt like a huge creep.

I stood nailed to the ground then my body failed to listen to my head as I almost choked at the sight of blood for the first time in my life.

When I was able to move again, my heartbeat hammered at almost one hundred and eighty pulses per minute. Inside, I repeatedly slapped myself against my cheeks.

As I knelt beside my father's corpse, black cars worth millions of dollars zoomed into the compound commanding power and attention. I knew who it was, so I sighed and prepared for the worst.

My grandfather, Lord Frederick De-Luca.

He alighted from his car looking agile as usual but with red eyes. He found his way among the corpses laid on the interlocked floor along where I stood in a rush.

“Alessia De-Luca.” He called out and the words sounded like a blow, lightning strikes, and a thunderous roar to my ear. The last time he called me by my full name was when I was a kid.

I remained silent and clenched my fist.

“What happened?” He demanded with a cold tone.

“I don't know,” I responded after crossing my arms over my chest.

“Find out exactly what happened. When we next see each other, I need answers.” He stated. It was his perfect chance and excuse to use his power and authority as a Lord. He stared at my father's dead body for a while before he questioned Bryce, “Trust you know what to do with it?”

Bryce nodded his head.

Frederick De-Luca grinned for some moments before he left the compound.

I turned sharply to leave then the sound of thunder could be heard in the background as a storm brewed above. The sky grew darker as gray clouds covered the length of the sky and sprinkles of water fell as I made my way back to my car.

They splashed slightly on the car then on my clothes, and a little on my uncovered arm. The air the atmosphere eluded caused the hair on my body to stand, thus vividly reminding me of my past.

My mother, who happened to be a loyal member of the De-Luca family after her marriage to my father, was brutally murdered by me.

Why?

When Liam, my beloved fiancee, the one I loved more than life itself died when we went on an assassination mission, I was left all alone in my world.

No mother.

No father.

No child.

Then, I was twenty three years old.

He was the bodyguard assigned to me when my father sent me to Italy to stay with my grandfather. Since then, we went through thick and thin together even though we were kids, specifically ten years old.

During my training sessions, drug deals, emotional days, and many other hard times, he was always there as my confidant ally; however, death snatched him from me just like my father had just been snatched away.

What can a helpless lady do? Nothing!

Back to the reason why I killed my mother, I didn't do it on purpose. I was in the room where my grandfather locked me up after Liam's death when my mother came to Italy. I was happy that she came to see me but her visit was not to see me.

It was to kill me.

Luckily, I was smart enough to snatch the knife from her and slit her throat in a flash. I was meant to think twice but I didn't. I just did what my head instructed me to. If anyone had been in my shoes, he or she would have done the same.

And since then, I've been tagged as, ‘The Crazy Mistress.’

But who cares? I don't give a f**k.

When I came back to New York when my father called, I couldn't help but think about Liam. My mind was fully occupied with his memories. To get him off my mind, I sought solace in my work as a lecturer.

And since my his death, I haven't had an orgasm.

Did I try to get one? Yes!

The desire for my first orgasm after five long years is a symbol of reclaiming my long years of abstinence from good s*x. Despite having several s****l escapades, I couldn't find a typical man good enough to help me get my first orgasm.

Then the fierce mafia Lord, my father forced me to marry because he wanted a deal so badly with his family, sexually and physically abused me. When I couldn't take in his abuse again, I escaped but after killing eighteen of his men.

Using blades and knives, I stabbed myself and made cuts on my skin to make my story presentable to my grandfather. It was then I was free and started building my own empire under my grandfather two years ago.

And that made me what I am now, The Ruthless Mafia Mistress.

When we arrived home, I stormed into the house. All my men went on their knees to welcome me. I returned to the room where I left Ryder, he was fast asleep and that made me furious.

Angered by what I saw, I lashed him with some slaps on the chest. He wailed as his eyes snapped open.

“It's just past eleven and you are sleeping?” I snapped out of rage.

“What's happening? I was just…” I landed a quick slap on his cheek before he could finish his statement. I huffed and puffed in anger before a thought crossed my mind.

“Be it the last thing I do in my life, I will get back at my father's killers. They are doomed.”

Shifting my attention to Ryder, I said, “As from today, you will pay a zillion times for what you've done to me, and… From now on, you will be the cure to my pain.

“Bryce!” I called. A few seconds later, he found his way in since I left the door open. “Beat Ryder up.” I ordered.