Mafia Boss's Princess (ON HOLD.)

Chapter 5

( This chapter may have some triggering flashbacks. )

    I laid restless, curled into my, loving ivory white comforter. My mind couldn't help but wander upon my deceased mother. She never wanted this life for me, unlike my father. He thought it would change it up, that a woman would be able to lead the Italian mafia. My mother tried her best to keep me out of that life, as my parents would argue over and over, having sleepless nights, as they thought I was asleep. 

.Flashback.

    I was forced up upon a steel foldable chair, my arms tied around the bars. My ankles tied tightly together, creating a bruising ring upon my unusual pale skin. My skin held dark purple bruises and bladed scratches, as my captors had cut thin slices throughout my skin, as a punishment, for who knows what. My once tan skin, was almost an ivory white. My once fit body, was scrawny, you could clearly see my bones. My once shining and filled with life, blue eyes, were now dull and blank, as tear stains ran down my cheek. It was just my 9th birthday, a week ago. Me and my mother, as well as a few of my fathers men, were taken as hostages, for my fathers killings. My fathers men, were long gone, but they wished to punish my father, by taking videos of me and my mothers pain.

    Just a day ago, they separated me and my mother. She was put in a room next door, as we each were forced to hear each others pain filled cries and hushed screams, as we took the harsh words and punishments. A man walked threw the black metal door, that separated our rooms. He wore all black, his face covered with a clown-like mask. He lowered to his knees, leveling himself with me. He lifted his phone, playing a video. Upon the screen was my mothers petite and scrawny frame tied strictly down to a Matt black metal foldable chair. She held large bruises throughout her body, as she wore a ripped hospital like gown. A man walked to her, holding the knife to her pale skin, slicing her. She held in her pain, as her eyes shut tightly, as silent tears streamed down her face. Her blonde hair was a matted mess, upon her head. I sat silently, as I watched the video. I knew if I didn't watch, I'd receive a punishment like before, so I just sat and watched, holding a cold masked expression. A lone tear glided down my pale face, as I continued to watch my mothers torture.

    My head lifted, my eyes glued to the door. I heard a gun clock, as all breath left my body. My body was now shaking, with fear of my mother. A loud boom echoed, as I winced, my eyes tightly shut. I was frozen, unable to move, as fear and early sorrow raked throughout my body. The separating door was opened, widely. My mothers body was tied strictly to the chair, as it was flipped upon the back. My mothers skull was blown open, her brain matter splattered across the walls. Blood pooled around her skull, as her skin was paler than before. I quickly shifted my gaze upon her unmoving chest, as tears freely slipped down my freezing cheeks. I let out screams, as I rocked the chair. A thick piece of cloth was shoved into my mouth, hushing my screams.

    Hours passed and I couldn't get over it, as salty tears gushed out of my eyes. I had fresh slices and new added bruises throughout my body, as it was continuous punishments, throughout my sobs and cries. I let out loud sobs, as the image of my mothers lifeless body, kept flashing threw my mind. A loud crash was heard, along with a few screams, as I heard rapid fire bullets. My eyes widened, at the thought of my father. The few men in my room started speaking rapid fire Russian, unable for me to understand. They quickly escaped the room, leaving me tied to the chair, not bothered to even attempt to take me.

    I kept letting out screams, despite the dense cloth shoved in my mouth. I kept shifting the chair, rocking it back and forth. The door to my room was busted open, as about 6 men, dressed in either a full fit of gray, or black. They quickly climbed down the flight of stairs. Two men quickly untied me from the chair, while the 4 others went to check out the conjoining rooms, to be met with my mothers lifeless body. More men came down the flight of stairs, as I was carried bridal style, out of the room.

.Flashback over.

Tears were now freely gliding down my face, as a few slipped into my mouth, making me quickly spit them out in disgust. My hands were now holding the comforter tightly, as a puddle of tears was upon my sheet. I promised my mother I would never go into the life of the Mafia. I broke that promise at the age of 10. I was, and still am out for blood, for revenge for my mother. The other killings and deals I've done, we just to make my father proud. Once I reach my goal of killing off every single vial person that was involved in my mothers death, is 6 feet under, I still won't step down. I wish to make my father proud, even if its against my mothers promise.