Mafia King's Daughter

Chapter 3

Ravyn's POV:

Even after living with the man for 17 years, he was still the hardest person to read. I wasn't sure by looking at him if he was angry with me or not. I guess that's the mafia man in him. Doesn't help any that he's also my father.

"Your mother insists on trusting you yet, here you are breaking that trust over and over." He said in a solid low tone as if I was one of his employees who was misbehaving.

"Looks to me like you are the one not trusting." I snapped at him as I grabbed my bag of supplies off of the floor.

"What were you out doing this late?" He snapped back at me as he started to walk into the room, completely changing the subject at hand.

"None of your business," I responded quickly as I walked in the direction of my closet, away from him.

Before I got to the door his hand was on my arm spinning me around, away from the door.

"My daughter will always be my business!" He yelled at me as he grabbed my bag from my hand and ripped it from my grasp.

"You have no right to go through my things!" I shouted at him as I tried to get it back but all he did was lift it higher than my short height of five foot four could reach.

He quickly had the bag opened and dumped all the contents out on my bed.

"What the f**k is all this Ravyn!" He shouted as he moved the paint cans around and moved the few knives to the side to look at the smaller items that were in my bag.

Neither of us realized how loud we were until I saw movement in my peripheral vision that caught my eye. I looked over and saw mom standing in the doorway in her nightgown, indicating that we woke her up, with tears in her eyes as she watched my dad go through my bag. It has always been dad who gave us our punishments. Mom tried but she never could stick with it. We all knew growing up that we could get away with more if it was just mom in the house.

"Just you invading my privacy again," I snapped at him.

"A gun? Paint? Dagger?" He said as he grabbed each item and moved them out of the way.

"Weed!" He shouted as he grabbed the little bag that I had and lifted it in the air.

"Ravyn! Your Asthma!" I heard mom in a worried tone as she responded to the bag in dad's hand.

"I'm not that dumb!" I shouted back at her earning me a hard squeeze on my arm as my dad yanked me over to him.

"Don't yell at your mother!" He shouted as he leaned in closer to me, glaring at me.

"It was Vera's. She didn't have her bag with her to keep it while we were out and I forgot to give it back to her." I explained to them even though it wouldn't do me any good considering this isn't the first time I'd been caught with drugs as I pulled my arm from his grasp.

"I don't want you seeing that girl again!" Dad shouted as he shoved the weed into his pocket, where I wouldn't be able to get it.

"Over a small bag of weed! I've had worse drugs in my possession than that!" I shouted at them and took a few steps away.

"This isn't fair!" I shouted back at him.

"It's not like I'm the one smoking it!" I continued.

"I don't care if you are or not! It's not just the weed, but the gun, and paint cans! This behavior of yours needs to stop!" He shouted at me as he walked over to the door.

"Since when do I get into trouble over a gun or dagger!" I shouted after him but they both ignored me.

He put his hand around mom and directed her out of the room with him. I ran over to the doorway and stepped into the hallway.

"Once I'm 18, I'm outta here!" I shouted down the hallway at them but they just continued to walk back into their bedroom.

I stepped back into my room and slammed my door shut as hard as I could. I walked over to my bed and laid down on it on my stomach. I grabbed my pillow and pulled it over to me and looked over at the window I had just crawled in. I wanted more than anything to fill my bag back up again and leave now but I know my dad has already alerted the security of my sneaking around. I'm sure he has called in more to secure the perimeter and to watch my window more closely. This wouldn't be the first time this has happened. I tried once before, a couple of years ago to take off after a fight, which landed me in the arms of a guard dragging me back into the house.

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For the next week, I did as I was told and didn't see Vera. I didn't really go anywhere during this past week. Not because I was planning on turning my life around and being that perfect daughter who does what her parents tell her to do, but because my period actually started the following day. I was probably more moody than usual and fairly cramped up. Tonight, dad is leaving on a business trip for a week. Tomorrow, on Saturday, now that my cycle is done, I plan on heading to the tattoo parlor to see my friend Drake. The best time to do any of this is when dad isn't around. He has a tendency to have me followed or he follows me. If he isn't around, less likely I will be followed which means it's less likely he will learn what I am doing. This is how I got the Angel wings on my back, I had it done when he was out of town. Mom didn't find out till after the bandages came off.

I also wanted to wait, not just because my dad would be gone but because my n*****s get extremely sore during my cycle and there is no way I was going to get them pierced while they were hurting like that. They are super sensitive, to begin with, so I'm sure this is going to hurt more than enough as it is, didn't need to add to it.

I've spent most of my time this past week in my room. Other than during the day when my mom and I did my homeschooling, I stayed by myself. Even though I've stayed home, that doesn't mean my parents weren't always checking up on me. My mom would always come up with some kind of excuse just to come in and sit with me. We would talk a little but then the room just felt uncomfortable and she would leave. Dad, however, didn't come up with excuses to check to see if I was still here, obeying his rules. He would just open the door and look at me and then leave.

I know they don't trust me and I know that my therapist claims that's what I want, but it isn't. I just want them to be okay with the kind of person that I am. I want them to be happy with who I have become. I know that I do things that I shouldn't and maybe some of it is to get attention as my therapist claims. The thing is, I do a lot of it because I enjoy it. I'm restricted with what I can do because of my severe asthma so years ago when I was little, I turned to drawing and painting. It was always calming for me and I find that I am good at it. Like really good at it.

It's just when people find out you have a disability, even though I don't really view my asthma as a disability, others did. When I was in kindergarten and my classmates found out, I became an outsider in their eyes. It just went downhill after that. I started getting into fights which just caused everything to just escalate. Once you are down that road, it's really hard to come back. Everyone knows who you are, and what you've done. They look at you differently even if you aren't doing anything wrong. Even my parents look at me differently than my siblings.

Now, here I am, the one who has been kicked out of every school in the area, picked up by the police more times than I can count, and practically live under house arrest by the biggest mafia in the state, or should I say the country.

I looked up from my sketchbook when I heard my door open. My dad was standing there in his business attire and briefcase in hand.

"Don't give your mother a hard time while I'm gone." He told me with a warning laced in his voice.

"Kind of hard when you have guards all over." I snapped.

"Doesn't seem to keep you from leaving anyway. I just better not get a call from your mother because she's worried sick about you again like the last time I was away on business." He continued with his hidden warnings.

"Don't worry, everything will be as it should be when you get back," I told him sarcastically.

"It better be, or you really will feel as if you are on lockdown." He said as he glared at me for a few seconds before he shut the door.

I just sighed and continued shading in the areas of my work with my pencil. My favorite is drawing only with a pencil and using different shades and techniques to create the image. Today's image is of a dragon with fire coming from his mouth as he flies through a lightning storm while burning down the village.

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The next day, my day goes as normal but this time I'm not staying home. I get dressed in a crop top that is tight around my ribs just under my breasts and I pair it with a skirt that goes halfway down my thighs with straps to go over my shoulders. It's not something my father would allow me to wear but he isn't here to stop me and even if mom catches me, she won't be able to stop me anyway.

I slip on my two-inch sandals, grab my purse and head out of my room. It's during the day so I don't really have to sneak out. The guards aren't going to stop me unless my father told them to stop me even during the day. I head down the hall towards the stairs. I can hear my mom doing something in the kitchen so I walk to the swing door and open it just enough to let her know that I am heading out. Before she can say anything back, I quickly head through the entrance.

"Ravyn! I don't think you need to go anywhere while your dad is away." I heard her as she exited the kitchen after me.

"I won't be gone long!" I called back to her over my shoulder.

"Ravyn!" She shouted at me even louder causing me to stop and turn to look at her.

She had her hair pulled up in a messy bun with an apron that was covered in flour as she wiped her hands on it.

"You're not going anywhere dressed like that." She told me as she gave me a hardened look.

"I don't have time for this," I mumbled and turned back around to continue heading out.

"I will call your father!" She shouted and I just waved my hand in the air right before grabbing the door and opening it.

"Then call him!" I called over my shoulder as I shut the door.

I knew she was going to call him so I quickly took off down the driveway to get off the property as soon as I could. He won't waste time in contacting the guards and alerting them to stop me.

Once I got to the street, I made my way across and started to walk the few blocks to the main street to call a cab. The tattoo parlor is too far to walk. It was already late morning and the traffic was getting thick for a Saturday. It took about 15 minutes to get to the parlor, paid my cab fair, and got out. It's a small building on one of the side streets in downtown Del Rio.

"Hey there, beautiful! It's been a while!" Drake greeted me as I walked into one of the tattoo rooms he was in.

He stood up from his stool at the counter and gave me a kiss on the cheek. No, we aren't a couple but I've known Drake for a few years now and I feel very comfortable around him and I trust him with my life.

"What can I do for you today?" He asked as he walked over to his counter and sat back down.

"I'm interested in getting another tattoo and a few piercings," I told him and he gave me a smile.

"Do you have a drawing of the tattoo you want?" He asked.

"I think I finally got it just right. It took me a few weeks but here it is." I told him as I pulled out the drawing that I drew and handed it to him.

It was a drawing with several angles because it wasn't going to be just flat on one side of my body. I wanted a cluster of stars on my torso and thigh. Starting with one single star over my lower rib just below the drop of my breast, curving towards my back and getting bigger with more stars of different styles around my side, and then coming back around to the front with one star as the point of the cluster, ending on my inner thigh.

"You have time for a project this big?" He asked and I nodded.

"My dad is away on business so we have a few hours at least before he's alerted of my disappearance and getting back home. That is if he can even leave early. Most of the time he can't so we should have a few days at least before he finds out." I told him and he chuckled.

"Yeah, a few days at least before I get my face beat in like the last time when I did your wings." He said as he laughed.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I didn't know he sent one of the guards out to roughen you up." I told him and he just smiled.

"I probably wouldn't still be here if it was your father who came after me." He said and we both laughed.

"So what piercing were you thinking?" He asked as he set my drawing down on the counter.

"I want my n*****s pierced," I told him and he nodded.

"How are you going to explain the distilled water and sea salt in your room? You know those maids or your mother will find the supplies. Do you have any idea what your father would do to me if he found out I touched your breasts?" He said with a hint of worry in his voice.

"This is why we are going to do a second piercing to cover up the fact that my n*****s are pierced. I was thinking my belly button would be a good one this time around." I told him with a smile.

"Whatever you do, don't let him find out about your others or it will be my d**k that gets cut off and fed to me on a silver platter." He told me and I just laughed.

"There is no way in hell my father is going to ever know about this," I told him to help.

"Well, I guess let's start fulfilling my death wish!" He said with humor as he got up and walked over to one of the drawers and pulled it open.

"What do you want to be done first?" He asked as he looked over at me with a smile.

"Well, considering I'm going to end up naked on your table, might as well start with my n*****s first."