The Forced Mafia Princess

04 | Bloody Enemies

| FRANCO |

*Ring**Ring**Ring*

“Speak.” I answered quickly. I have been waiting for hours for my men to update me on the job I sent them on.

“Nothing,” he answered with a loud gulp.

“What do you mean, nothing?” I yelled over the phone. “Come si perde una bambina?” (Italian for “How do you lose a little girl?”)

We have been looking for my fūcking cousin or niece or whatever she was to me for over eleven years. It took me eleven years to find out that my fūcking cousin had a whole family hidden away. It made me angry to find out that he was that slick. The fūcker has been hiding from me for years.

He knew that I wanted the family business for myself and that I wouldn’t stop until it was mine. Now that we finally got rid of Ricky, it should be easy to get rid of the bītch too. How the fūck did she get away from the place? We were so close and we could have ended that side of the Fontana family then and there.

I needed to think of another way to reach her and quickly. But how? We don’t even have a damn clear picture. All of the pictures that we have managed to take have someone blocking the way except for one. The one we managed to actually take of her is blurry as fūck though, narrowing it down to any damn brunette in the fūcking country.

“When I killed Ricky, she was already gone, Capo. Our men said that she left with one of Ricky’s men,” Paolo told me.

“Chi?” (Italian for “Who?”) I asked him quickly.

“He didn’t frequent Ricky like the rest. We will check the surveillance in the nearby business to see if either faces were captured,” he answered me.

“What are you fūcking waiting for?” I yelled at him in return. “Get back to me when you have found her. If not, don’t bother showing up!” I roared as I slammed the phone on top of my desk. Useless motherfūckers! I will kill them all if they don’t find her. Them and their damn families.

| MYA |

I stretched my arms and pulled the covers higher. I have barely slept since I tossed and turned for hours. Between my father’s death and all the new information Marcelo told me, I was scared to close my eyes.

I moved a hand from under the covers to reach my phone on the nightstand, finding that it was six in the morning. There was no point in sleeping now. Marcelo told me last night that we had to be out of here early in the morning. He said something about changing locations daily. He insisted on me leaving my phone behind and even changing my hair color, but I don’t know if that would be necessary.

This was so much too soon. I haven’t even been able to mourn my father’s death. I didn’t get to say goodbye and, worse of all, I won’t even be able to give him a proper burial. Marcelo said it came with the lifestyle, but that wasn’t fair. I didn’t pick this lifestyle and apparently neither did my father. Why couldn’t they let us be?

Who wanted us dead so badly? I turned on my side and jumped when I noticed Marcelo at the entrance of the room.

“Shīt, Marcelo! Mi hai fatto venire un infarto!” (Italian for “You gave me a heart attack!”) I yelled at him before I threw the pillow at him.

“Sorry, Principessa,” he said softly as he walked towards the bed.

My heart rate picked up as he got closer to me. We haven’t really talked about that kiss. That was one hell of a kiss though. I have never been kissed like that. Albeit, I have only been kissed by two other guys, but damn, that was good. I shook my head to get rid of the thought.

Marcelo was like my brother. Way older, sexy, gentle, mysterious, overprotective brother. He would never see me as more than a sister that he was used to taking care of.

He gave my head a quick pat and sat next to me. “We have to go. They haven’t found us yet, but they will eventually if we don’t move soon. There could be traitors anywhere. I need you to please listen to me,” he was saying before I interrupted him, per usual.

“Who wants me dead?” I asked with wide eyes. I deserved to know that at the very least.

“Your dad had a lot of enemies but the most obsessed one was Franco Fontana,” he answered as he studied my face. Fontana? As in family?

“Perche?” I asked him. Why would someone in our family do this?

“Because of jealousy, Principessa. Your grandfather raised Capo and him as brothers, but Franco was very jealous that Capo inherited the business.”

“But he didn’t even want the business!” I cried in irritation.

“It’s not that easy. Franco wasn’t your grandfather’s son. It was against the mafia codes. Even if your father gave the business to Franco, he would still have killed him. It’s just the way the mafia business works,” he said with a frown.

I placed my head in my hands. This was all giving me a headache. I don’t understand anything. “Why me, then? With my dad being… dead…” I choked. “I—I—it should be over, right?”

He shook his head no. “It’s your business now, Mya,” he replied, making my eyes grow wide at his words. I don’t want this! No!

I shook my head violently as I was starting to have a panic attack. My breathing got heavy until Marcelo cupped my face. “Breathe, Mya. Breathe. I promise that you will be fine. Capo left me in charge, but in the end, I will report to you. The money, the men, the guns, everything, is yours. There is no way around it, Principessa.” He said as he kissed my forehead.

This can’t be. I can’t. It’s wrong! It’s illegal! No! No! No!

I opened my mouth to argue with him when his phone suddenly rang.

“Dimmi.” (Italian for “Tell me.”)

“They are on our toes. They went to get the surveillance footage from the businesses.” I heard one of the guys say, since he had answered it on speaker. I guess he wanted me to know what was going on.

“Did you get there before them?” Marcelo asked him calmly.

“Yes,” the other person answered.

“Okay. Prepare everything, we will change cities at noon,” Marcelo said as he ended the call.

“Get ready,” he told me as he stood up to walk away, but he got super serious all of a sudden.

“Why? You said noon. It’s only 6:45 in the morning,” I asked him, realizing that we had plenty of time.

“Noon to you is not noon for us. We said that just in case the lines were being intervened,” he answered with a tight smile as he walked away.

Damn. I have a lot of learning to do if I had to be around them.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. How was I going to do this? Why me? Why my family? I grabbed the bags of clothes that Marcelo had ordered to be delivered last night and walked into the bathroom.

| MARCELO |

I paced outside the bedroom as I waited for Mya. She has taken forever getting ready. I’m trying to be patient with her because this was all new to her, but this whole situation had me stressed the fūck out.

I lifted my wrist to look at the time again. Shīt! If she wasn’t out in ten minutes, I was going to bang on her door. It’s for her own good, anyway.

My phone started vibrating in my pocket, breaking me free from my thoughts. I quickly pulled it out and answered it without checking the caller’s id.

“Speak,” I answered immediately.

“You won’t be able to hide her forever,” a sick voice mocked, making anger run through my body.

How the fūck did they get my number so soon? I looked between the front door and the bathroom door. I had to think quickly. They can’t be here yet because my third line of security would have announced it. We always made sure to spread different lines of security throughout our locations. The first line would obviously be the outside level of defense. The one to receive the first attack if there ever were to be one. One of the men should have an opportunity to notify the second line of defense and so forth.

Because we left behind so many men in Italy, we only had three lines of security right now. I had one of our guys, Carlos, actively searching for more men, since he was one of Capo’s most trusted men too. The problem was that many men were easily bought, so we had to be careful.

“Did the rat eat your tongue?” he mocked again.

“You will never touch a single hair on her head.” I hissed as I walked towards the windows to check if there were any hitmen nearby. I quickly put the call on speaker phone as I did so.

“You want to bet? Actually, let’s do something—” he said in a sick voice. “I won’t kill her when I find her—at least not immediately.” He chuckled, making me grit my teeth.

Me: Carlos, prepare the men right now! I think they found us!

I quickly sent the text to Carlos and continued playing along with the asšhole. The bathroom door opened abruptly as I put the phone back on my ear. I signaled Mya to be quiet while she looked back at me in panic.

“My men were able to get me pictures of my niece and, even though you can’t really see her face, I did notice something worth not killing her immediately.” He chuckled once more.

“What is that?” I asked through clenched teeth. I had a feeling that I knew where the sick fūck was going with his little speech.

“I noticed my niece has a delicious body that I want to have a taste of,” he informed me as I heard the men around him chuckling, making my fists ball up tighter. I’m fūcking this asšhole up even if it’s the last thing I do.

“Better yet! I’m going to tie my precious niece up and make you watch as I break that tight little pūssy of hers. I can imagine how tight it must be, and it makes me more curious.”

Before he went on, I started shouting at him as Mya ran to my side, trying to get me to calm down.

My phone vibrated, breaking me free from my angry insults to the fūcker. I covered the phone quickly and told Mya to grab her shīt so we could leave pronto. I put the phone on speaker and noticed Carlos’ text.

Carlos: Prima riga: attaccato. (Italian for “First line: attacked.”)

“Motherfūckers!” I hissed under my breath. “Fūck you!” I roared before hanging up on Franco.

Mya came running back into the living room area as I pocketed my phone. “Here,” I said, handing Mya my loaded 10MM revolver. It had less of a kickback than my Glock. She looked at me with wide eyes. I would never have allowed her to even look at a gun, but her life was on the line.

“I—I—How do I— what?” she stuttered as she tried to shove the gun back at me.

“Principessa! I know you have it in you. This one is easy. It’s already loaded. If someone dangerous is near you, just press this button until you hear clicking sounds,” I showed her quickly as I placed the gun in her hands.

“They found us?” she whispered as her eyes filled with tears.

“Yes, but I will never let anything happen to you. I will die before they ever lay a finger on you,” I told her, leaning down to kiss the top of her head.

I pushed her behind me as I unlocked the front door.