The Mafia Princess

Episode8

After spending some time with mom and Aria, I went back to my room and instantly locked the door. I reached into the bag I was carrying and brought out my dummy phone which my target had touched. I turned off the light and brought out a UV light from my desk drawer and flashed it against the back of the phone. It was right there, his fingerprints. I mentally whooped and patted myself on the back. Next I brought out his phone which I had swiped in the means of dancing. He had been so clueless. He wouldn’t also know it was me because I wore a skin tight glove which protected my finger prints. I smiled to myself and turned on his phone. It looked normal except for the red dot that was blinking by the top left corner. I dropped the phone face down before working to get his finger print off my phone. Once it was secured I pressed it against the finger print sensor and the phone opened up. I laughed to myself victoriously. I slid my hands under my pillow and brought out my secured laptop. I had spent two years perfecting the security on it to make it untraceable, undetectable and unbreakable. I connected the phone to the laptop and worked my way through it. I was looking for some sort of plan, or anything remotely useful. The deeper I went the more Russian I began to see and I lost it. I save some of the files in order to translate later and I was still doing that when a notification popped up. It said meeting. I instinctively clicked on it and the entire screen turned black for a moment, my laptop beeped twice meaning it disabled the location on the phone. I waited for the screen to sow a sign of life then I heard voices. Whoever was on the other end was speaking rapid fire Russian. It was happening so fast I was confused. It took another heart beat for me to remember what was going on and I brought out my actual phone and recorded the voices. It was a mess, voices overlapping and everyone speaking a bit too fast. I let it play in the background before going to the bathroom to wash off. I remembered the man from earlier and shuddered as I remembered the way he touched me. I’d leave that part out when I’ll be filling Nate in later tonight. I got into the shower and picked up my loofah, I lathered it and proceeded to scrub away on my skin, I focused mainly on the parts that he touched. My skin stung from the way I rubbed against it but I didn’t stop till I was red and sore. I stood under the flowing water after wards wanting for it to drown me but just like that time 15 years ago, I knew I’d survive.

15 years ago

After the gunshots rang out I watched from my little hideout as my mom fell beside my Dad. Blood pooled out from under them. Mom wasn’t moving neither was dad. I shook with fear as tears rolled down my face in waves. I heard footsteps leaving and I looked to make sure. I watched all the men turn and walk out but my eyes fell on the one with the tattoo who had shot the gun. I couldn’t do anything now but I swore I would make him pay for ever coming here tonight. Once they had all gone out, I started counting to 120 and I heard their cars leave. I waited till my count was done before I stepped out. I stepped on glass and it pierced into my feet but that didn’t hurt. I didn’t even feel it. I looked towards my unmoving parents as they lay in a pool of their own blood. The tears poured out and a sob broke throw my lips. I got to them and I crumbled to my knees.

“Mom, please wake up”. I touched my mom’s shoulders and shook it but she didn’t respond. She didn’t even move. Another broken sob escaped my lips and I turned to my dad. I did the same thing for him and he also didn’t respond. I bent down and buried my face in my palms crying. I kept on murmuring their names to scared to shout just in case someone was still lingering around. I planned to stay there with them till I too died along with them but my dad coughed and I instantly raised my head. I moved closer to him not bothering that I was getting drenched in their blood.

“Dad”. I said and I noticed his eyes open slightly. He opened his mouth just to cough again. Blood spluttered from his mouth and touched me but I didn’t care.

“You have to run”. He said through clenched teeth.

“I can’t leave you”. I said between sobs. The tears were getting worse but I wouldn’t wipe them.

“You have to, run now, go somewhere, hide don’t let them get you. You have to be safe”. Dad said and I could hear the desperation in his tone. He looked to the window and I saw fear creep into his eyes and I smelt it, smoke.

“Dad, you have to stand up I’ll take you with me”. I said reaching for his hand to help pull him up.

“No, you have to go without me. I have to stay with your mom. Promise me you’ll live a normal life but don’t forget all I’ve thought you”. He reached for my hand and held it. The smell of smoke became too strong and I could see the smoke seeping in through the broken window and doors.

“No”. I said through sobs. I couldn’t leave them alone. They were all I had.

“You have to. You’re stronger than anyone I know, even stronger than myself and you deserve to live. Go my love”. He left my hands and placed them on the wound on his chest. He was pale and I needed to do something but I didn’t know what. It was getting really hard to breath and my chest was getting constricted and hurting really bad.

“I’ll come back for you dad. And I’ll make them pay”. I promised and I stood up and turned around. I didn’t want to look back because I wasn’t strong enough to look at them one last time. I heard my Dad cough and move but I kept on walking. I didn’t turn back. I went to the kitchen and looked around. There was also a fire burning at the back and I realize they wanted to burn them. Another sob escaped and I looked back into the living room. I couldn’t see them from where I was and it was better, now wasn’t the time to break down. I reached under the island for a secret compartment and pulled out the gun that was there. I held it to my chest and went to the back door. I opened it slowly and looked around. It was empty except for the fire that was licking against the house. It would soon get into his house. There was no way out except there, so I had to walk through the fire. I had started to feel the sting from my legs and the glass had also pierced my knees when I had knelt down to talk to my parents. I took deep breaths and stepped into the fire, it licked against my skin and I held in my scream. It was so hot and it was worse that I had those injuries on my legs. I ran the rest of the way but I wasn’t looking so I stepped on a nail. The scream I was holding in came out. I fell on the floor and held my leg. I bit my lip to stop myself from screaming again. The silence was too loud and I knew I couldn’t stay there. I stood up and ran with my leg. I fought through the pain and ran till I got to the main road. I stopped to catch my breath and my legs were getting numb or maybe it was the adrenaline. I was about to cross the road when a car came out of nowhere and almost hit me. I was about to move but I stepped on the nail that was still imbedded in my foot and the pain that coursed through my foot was so blinding that I blacked out.