Mafia Boss's Princess (ON HOLD.)

Chapter 7

    I was sitting in my main office, located on the second floor. I was sat comfortably on my leather office chair, going threw paperwork, when I heard the doors from downstairs shut, bringing me out of my once focused state. I heard a few men speaking, before it went silent, making me groan.

"Principessa, vieni qui!" I heard my father shout in Italian, showing he was clearly angry with me. Although I was a daddy's girl, he usually always calls me Princess when he's proud or in a good mood, unlike now. I rolled my eyes, as I heaved myself from out of my office chair, trudging out of the office and down the halls. I walked down the left spiral staircase, my father stood just a few meters from the entree doors. He held a forced scowl upon his old face, despite his eyes shining a bit, showing his was also proud of me, for whatever I did.

(Translation: Princess, get down here! )

"Perché hai ucciso uno degli uomini di Piero?" My father spoke in swift Italian, as he held his fake scowl upon his face, making me suppress a grin. My father was proud of me showing those men, despite probably causing trouble in the process, which he could easily take care of.

(Translation: Why did you kill one of Piero's men? )

"Stavo solo mostrando loro un po 'di cosa sono capace. Mi rifiuto di essere guardato in basso, a causa del mio genere." I spoke calmly to my father, as I held a prideful grin upon my face, making him chuckle and shake his head, he was never mad. My father is seen as a merciless and evil man, but I am his only weakness, left. He has sworn to keep me safe after that dreadful day, and he has done just that, even though I insist I can handle myself.

(Translation: I was just showing them a little bit of what I'm capable of. I refuse to be looked down because of my gender. )

"Sono orgoglioso di te, principessa." My father spoke, wrapping his large arms around my rather petite frame, and pulling me against him, as I did the same. Although he may be nearing his late 50's, he's still strong and fit. He kissed me upon my forehead, making me chuckle, before we both pulled away.

(Translation: I am proud of you, princess. )

"Sarai il boss della mafia perfetto, avrai più palle di molti altri uomini." He spoke in swift Italian, making my prideful grin grow upon my face, as I nodded my head. He held a smile upon his old wrinkly face, that he would only and ever show to me and my mother, any other person will receive a stone cold face, that I have already mastered, I only smile to my fathers men, as I still should be elegant, despite my soon to be job. 

(Translation: You will be the perfect mob boss, you have more balls than most other men. )

"Buonanotte principessa, incontrerai Tito e i suoi uomini domani." My father spoke in rapid Italian, making me groan, as I nodded my head, not bothers to disagree for now.

(Translation: Goodnight princess, you will meet Titus and his men tomorrow. )

"Buonanotte papà!" I spoke, before turning and making my way up the numerous flights of stairs, before reaching my room.

(Translation: Goodnight daddy!  )

    I walked into my room, shutting my door. I walked into my room, and changed into my nightwear, consisting of silk white pants, and a matching long sleeve button up top. I pulled my ash blonde hair into a messy bun, and walked out of my closet. I crawled into bed, going into a ball, as I began to imagine my mother, and if she were here.

    Everything would be different, I wouldn't be inheriting my title. I would be much happier. I would still have a woman figure in my life. I'd still get to tell her I love you, and goodbye, without actually expecting it to be my last. I'd never stop telling her how much I lover her, if she were still here.

( Flashback. )

    My mother was untied and yanked up from her blood stained metal chair. She had silent tears streaming down her pale face. She looked lifeless almost, broken. She looked nothing like my mother.

"Mama, I love you!' I shouted at her, as she gave me a sad smile, as her tears came down faster. She was struggling against the mans hold, attempting to come towards me. She broke free, as she ran to me, wrapping her frail arms around my tied figure, as she let out silent sobs, refusing to break down fully, such a strong woman. As she rubbed her hand against the back of my head, putting her head into the crook of my neck, despite both of our pain we received. She wiped the hot tears from my face.

"I love you darling, you're strong, we're both strong. We will make it threw this." She spoke in my ear. She was dragged off by the man, as he held her up. He lifted his bloodied hand, smacking it harshly against her cheek.

"Let go of my mother! She doesn't deserve this, we don't deserve this. Don't ever touch my mother like that, ever. Just wait till my father and his men come, you will all be dead." I shouted, clear anger in my voice. I looked dead in the mans eyes, my face matching his, both stone cold. I always said something like this, each time my mother was tortured, despite knowing of the punishments. A man came from behind me, placing his large calloused hand upon my face, scrunching my cheeks.

"Don't ever say that, your father doesn't care about either of you. If he did, you wouldn't be here. This is your fathers doing, actions have consequences." The man spoke in my harshly, his hot breath fanning my face, making me internally cringe. He released my tense face, as his hand came in contact with my face, smacking me. He kicked his footed boot against my frail leg, making me internally wince. I refused to show my pain, alike to my mother, which earned us more beatings. He walked off behind me, after a few more kicks and slaps, forcing my mother to watch, the other man holding his palm against her plump and pale lips.

     The man dragged my mother threw the open door, that connected our to rooms. We would still be able to hear each others pain, screams, cries. We would be able to hear everything. The door was slammed, as I heard my mother attempting to escape, before hearing the ropes tied around her body, as the chair rocked back and forth. Me and my mother try to keep in our screams and cries, until the pain becomes unbearable. We try to so we don't feed into the taunts, and so we don't have to put each other in even more pain.

    My eyes shut, trying to force myself into the darkness of sleep, my happy place since I've been here. Whenever I'm finally left alone, I release my cries and silent sobs of pain, both physical and emotional. I usually try to stay silent, as I don't wish to wake my mother, and allow the men to hear. I soon forced myself to sleep, drowning into the darkness, I've called my hopefully temporary home.

( End of flashback. )

    Silent sobs racked threw my body, as my face was covered in hot tears, making a small pool under my face.I was curled tighter into a ball, my body aching to relax the tension forming in my body. I wiped the hot tears and sweat from my face, as I forced myself out of bed. I dragged myself toward my bathroom, as I tapped upon the screen, forcing heavy water droplets to fall from the ceiling of my shower, plopping upon the tile flooring. I turned around, and headed for my counter, bending down and grabbing out a plush towel, setting it upon the granite counter. I stripped out of my clothes, leaving a pile upon my granite flooring, kicking it toward my tub. I walked over, opening the glass doors, slipping in. I walked toward the wall, putting my back upon it, sliding down until I was sat upon the floor. My legs sprawled, as I leaned my head back upon the slippery tile wall.

    I released a sigh, as I stared at the falling water, my mind upon my mother. She's probably looking down, ashamed of me. I broke her promise, every promise I ever made. I allowed my hot tears to slip down my face, as I let out silent sobs. I laid there for hours, my palms and fingers similar to prunes. I allowed my tears to pour down my face with the water, as I haven't moved an inch since I sat down. My ass was numb, along with my legs. I finally stood up, teetering upon my unstable legs. I opened the doors, slipping back out. I walked toward my laid towel, leaving wet footprints, along with a trail of droplets.

    I dried myself off, along with my hair. I wrapped the drenched towel around my frame, allowing it to hug my curves. I trailed out of the steamy bathroom, making my way toward my closet. I dragged myself in, as I walked over toward the sports section of my large, modern closet. I ended up grabbing a plain black Nike sports bra, with matching spandex. I walked out of my closet, not bothered to even shut the door. I made m way out of my room, and down the flights of stairs, finally making it upon the first floor. I looked at my phone, noticing a text from Titus, didn't even know I had his number, let alone saved, making me shrug.

'I'll be over at 7:00 am, to meet with you. Be ready.' Was splayed upon the glass screen, making me roll my eyes, noticing the time, 5:30 am, not bad. I made my way threw the hallways, finally coming across the home gym, making me grin. I opened the door, making my way in, shutting it. I set my phone upon a small table, as I hooked up the Bluetooth speaker. I played my playlist, consisting of numerous rap songs.

    I didn't bother to wrap my hands, as I immediately went toward the punching bag, throwing punches after punches at the large, rather hard black hanging bag. My fists began to ache, which made me throw harder punches. I took a small break, noticing my now bleeding fists. I didn't bother to clean or bandage them, as I went to the speed bag. I lifted my arms, continuing my punches. I didn't even bother to check the time, as I just focused on taking out my anger, sorrow, pain, stress out on the bag. Both of the bags were now covered in my blood, as I didn't even bother to clean them.

      I heard someone, a man clear their throat. I turned around, to be met with a Titus leaning against the door frame, a large smirk plastered upon his gorgeous face, making me roll my eyes.

"Nice show you got here." He spoke out, as I adored his American Accent. I scoffed, as he let out a chuckle.

"Not bad clothes either." He commented, as his ocean eyes roamed over my outfit choice, my clothes hugged my hips and revealing my curves, as it gave a good amount of cleavage, making me furrow my brows. His eyes focused upon my bloodied fists, as his brows furrowed, his eyes meeting mine.

"Why?" He questioned, as he walked toward me, grabbing my bloodied fists. I of course didn't like that, so I did what I do best, ruin things. I took my hands out of his hold. rubbing them against his tailored suit, making him jump back, a scowl forming upon his face. 

"Don't touch me next time." I told him, making him groan. I walked out of the room, swaying my hips, as I could feel his piercing gaze upon my toned back. I made my way back up to my room, and in my bathroom. I turned the water on, pulled out a towel, and hopped in. My tense and aching muscles relaxed, as the hot pressured water met with my tan skin. I stayed in there for a good hour, before deciding to get out. I did my necessary things, brush my teeth, wash my face, brush my hair. I made my way toward my closet, already deciding on what I should wear.

   After about 5 minutes, I decided upon a mid thigh, lace Navy blue dress. It hugged my curves, rather tightly, as my breasts gave off the perfect amount of cleavage. It hugged my ass a little too tight, but I was told to wear Navy blue a few hours ago, and I don't have much of Navy blue dresses to choose from. I wasn't too happy with the dress, I don't mind tight or a bit revealing, but not this. I slipped on silver diamond incrusted strappy heels, and a navy blue leather Coach purse. I slipped my phone into my purse, and made my way down. I left my hair to its natural waves, reaching to my lower back. Titus was at the bottom of the spiral staircases, dressed in a navy blue tailored suit, with white dress shirt. My eyes roamed over him, making him clear his throat.

"You look gorgeous." Titus spoke, his American accent practically seeping from his words. He reached out for my hand, his eyes darting to mine, making me hold in a laugh, remembering earlier. I put my hand in his, as he lead me out, his body guards, that I have yet to learn their name, and mine following. I was accompanied by a few more guards, as we were going out, without other members. We were now sitting in a large shiny black SUV, driving down the road. A few of my extra body guards were following in another SUV, as Angelo and Marco sat in the back. His two personal guards, in the front seats.

"You'll like where we're going." Titus spoke out of nowhere, making my brows furrow, as I lifted my eyes from the screen, meeting his. He held a mischievous smirk upon his hot face, making me internally groan. This was going to be a long day.