Owned by the Don: A mafia Romance

This was the third time in two weeks. Strange men in suits just barged into our home, cold, quiet, destructive. They didn't steal but shattered everything we owned. Our dishes, our TV, my favorite vase, and many other things and many other things that made our house. They smashed it like it all meant nothing feel like home. I screamed, but dad just stood there, saying nothing. Mum sat frozen, her hands trembling. I was fed up, helpless, angry, lost. Jason suddenly started breathing heavily, my mum rushed up to him and picked him up, he was just seven and he probably didn't know what was going on, non of us did. The men pulled dad aside and talked in hushed tones for nearly an hour while mum tended to Jason. I tried to listen to what they had been saying but I just couldn't, they were being too careful, whatever they were saying was serious. When they finally left, I begged Dad to explain. He brushed me off, muttering something about loan sharks and paying back what he owed. I wanted to believe him. But deep down, I knew it was more than that. I had to start looking for a job unless these men would end up killing my father and our family would go down eventually. I dropped out of school five years ago, because my father couldn't afford the tuitions, I had to give up on my dreams on becoming a nurse, but it was for the best. Deep down, I knew something wasn't right, Dad would get drunk and ask weird questions, he was avoiding me, he stopped calling me the nickname he had given to me when I was younger 'fiore', he felt so distant and I just knew something was wrong. Few days later, my best friend - Giselle asked to meet up, I felt so insecure as I left the house like someone had been following me and it went on for the past few days but today felt different. I was definitely being watched. Giselle and I agreed to meet at a restaurant, so I got there early and she arrived about 5 minutes later. She was so excited to see me and so was I, but I was not really the happiest person at that moment. Giselle was my best friend of 17 years. We were high school classmates and she helped me a lot especially when I got bullied, she was the reason I survived. "Girl, what's wrong with you, do you not want to see me or what?" She asked, clearly worried. I felt like I had to tell her what was going on but she would be feel so bad, "I'm fine Giselle, just a little tired" I said and held her hand and smiled. We had talked for almost an hour, she updated me on her school life and how it was going, I was so happened for her, at least one of us could pursue our dreams. "Gabby, I have something to ask you" she suddenly said, "Well, go on" I answered. She paused for a while then said, "Gilbert, when last did you talk to him?" She asked, I realized I hadn't talked to him in weeks. I missed him so much, he was everything to me, but time hasn't been on my side for a while now. "I saw him the other day with that girl — Madeline—They were entering the college motel. People at school are saying that they are s*x buddies. I heard from some girls in the cafeteria. And that was my second time seeing them together at that motel". I wanted to break down crying. My Gilbert... he was with another girl. I didn't say anything about it, I accepted it. Later on, Giselle asked me to follow her back to her dorm and from there, I could check up on Gilbert. I agreed, I shouldn't just reply to rumors, I could find out myself. We took the bus back to her school. I was overwhelmed by the beauty of the place, even I came here almost all the time because both my best friend and my boyfriend were here. Every time I came here, it felt like a dream. We finally got to her dorm room, and she had redecorated it again for the third time this year, Giselle's family was wealthy, no doubt. If I had the type of money she had. I would be unstoppable. "Are you hungry?" she asked, walking towards the kitchen, "No, thanks, Giselle," I said and walked towards the door, "I'm gonna go, okay?" I said, and she ran towards me. "Something is definitely wrong with you, Gaby," she said. I was confused. "What do you mean?" I asked," I redecorated my room and you didn't say anything about it, it's better than the last one, right?", I smiled, she was so aware and I loved that about her. "I am so sorry Giselle, I noticed but I don't know, I was too tired to talk about it", she nodded softly, " I get it and besides you'll need your energy with Gilbert tonight", she said. I laughed loudly, muttering the words, "What a clown". I got to Gilbert's apartment and knocked on his door as I adjusted my hair and everything. He opened the door and smiled so brightly, he was my everything. "Gabriella --- baby, you didn't tell me you were visiting, I missed you so much"--he was the cutest, "Are you hungry, do you need anything?" He asked as he led me to sit. "I just wanted to see you, I missed you, I miss us" I said looking him in the eye as he slowly sat next to me, I know by his eyes that he wanted s*x, but I didn't want it, I was too tired. He suddenly started kissing, grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward him, kissing me like he was starving—but not for me. It was rushed, messy. No warmth. His lips moved fast, his hands faster, already sliding up my shirt before I could say anything. "Wait—” I whispered, barely catching my breath. But he didn’t stop. He pushed me down on the bed, lips all over my neck, his body pressed against mine. It was everything I used to want. Everything I used to beg for. But now?, It felt empty and I just wanted to get it over with and go home. His hands roamed like they knew the routine — nothing new, nothing tender. Just motion. Just need. I moaned softly, mostly because I didn’t know what else to do. His finger suddenly touched my c**t, he fingered me continuously. "I missed you, f*****g b***h", he said. I was so irritated I just wanted him to finish and leave. He disgusted me. Then he tore my panties and pushed his c**k roughly into p***y, riding it back and forth. "Stop, please", I pleaded but he didn't answer me. I didn't want it. When he was done he laid next to me and jerked off more like I wasn't enough. He didn't love me. I was never going to be enough. I fixed my shirt quietly, not saying a word as I grabbed my bag from the floor. He didn’t even look at me, just turned over and reached for his phone like nothing had happened. I stood there for a second, waiting for him to say something. Anything. He didn't. So I left. The worst decision I made was to go over to his place. It never ends well. The hallway was quiet, cold. I didn’t even get three steps before— BANG. A loud, sharp gunshot cracked through the air, I didn't know where it came from. It froze me in place. My heart stopped. "Gilbert?" I called out, immediately spinning around. No answer, didn't he hear it?. I ran back inside his room, panic rising in my chest. He was on the floor, blood everywhere. His eyes were still wide open. I screamed. Loud. My whole body was shaking . He was dead.