Mafia's possession

TMD-5

It felt like something was snatched away from me like my heart was slashed with her heartless words. Olivia's words were still stinging my wounded heart. Injuries outside my body didn't pain me as much as her words did.

He's not even your real father!

Was it that obvious? Did Olivia think of me as stepsister? My heart broke once again when I remembered my conversation with my father.

"I love you Sadie, but keep one thing in mind, Olivia will always be my only daughter and I can't ignore the fact that your mother cheated on me. I'm only keeping you with me because I don't want you to suffer due to your mother. So, I suggest you stop begging for my attention."

I remembered everything, every single word, every single emotion I felt when my father said those harsh words. My father. He wasn't even my real father. But I loved him more than that.

Attention.

Yes! I wanted his attention only because I was left all alone. My mother left me and who my real father was? I had no idea. Brian Quinn gave me his name, his love, his money, his care but he couldn't give me his attention, the place of his daughter. But as time flew by, I didn't seem to mind those things. I stopped begging for his attention as I gave her everything to my passion, my future, my studies.

But now after all those years, I was feeling the same.

Weak.

Pathetic.

Unwanted.

Olivia loved me like a real sister and I knew it and deep down I was also aware that she didn't mean what she said earlier but still her words were harsh. I shrugged off the feeling of depression as I thought about my Father's medical bills.

It was over a month now and all the money I had saved was gone with no money, I was left broken. I wondered where that money went? Did Liam dude take it with him? Or that Dante dude had that?

I sighed shaking my head.

"Dr. Quinn? There an ais appointment for you." Sophie peeked through the glass door.

"Who is it? Why did no one tell me about it earlier?" I asked softly as Sophie gave me a sorry look.

"I forgot." She said smiling apologetically. I smiled.

"No problem."

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The appointment was hectic. The man was egoistic and hella rude. But it wasn't new for me. After that, I performed a thankfully successful surgery. I was getting ready to go home when my phone rang loudly in the empty office room.

"Hello?"

I said without looking at the caller's Id. Loud music burst in my ears as the temptation to put it away washed over me.

"Who's this?" I asked as I didn't get the answer from another side. Some shouting and grunting were heard from another side as someone yelled.

"Is this Ms. Quinn? Olivia Quintin's sister?" A manly voice asked. I frowned looking at the screen. It was Olivia's number!

Why didn't I notice it earlier?!

"Yes! Where is she?" I panicked as I heard more yelling.

"Yes! Yes! She's um..alright but um.HEY! STOP! Can you please come and get her. She's causing trouble." The man snapped rudely and I pondered if he was talking to Olivia.

"Where's she?" I breathed out.

"In Dark Night Club, down the corner of Bravely street. Please do hurry." The man nearly pleaded.

"I'll be there in 10." Bravely street was 10 minutes away from the hospital and it would take me 30 minutes but foot.

He hung up.

Olivia must be drunk. Our little argument a week ago had both of us stressed. I would usually see her in the morning when I would be getting ready for work. At night, she was rarely home. And Sam I was hella worried for that man.

As I entered the hospital parking lot I checked my phone if the man tried to contact me again and my heart skipped a beat when I saw a text from an unknown number.

'She's out of control.'

Oh! Olivia!

Slipping the phone back into my bag I hired a taxi. With all the med loans and dad's medical bills I couldn't afford a car. I told the address to the driver as we reached there in less than 10 minutes. Taking a steady breath I walked inside the club, standing tall and elegant with lights booming inside.

Determined to get Olivia out of that club, I entered the club. I looked around as the stinky smell of alcohol and s*x filled my nostrils. What the hell?

I turned around as my eyes landed on a couple making out on couches placed rectangularly on one corner. I shook my head looking around.

Where is she?

I pulled out my phone before calling Olivia's number. After two rings, someone picked it up.

"Olivia?" I asked.

"No. Micah. The one who called earlier." The man grumbled.

"Oh, sorry. Where is she? I'm here." I said looking around hoping to catch a glimpse of her.

"Take stairs of left. Last room." The phone hung up. And for a second I kept looking at it with a frown.

Hell!

"Where are the stairs?" I murmured to myself. Pushing past the sweaty bodies I took the stairs and astonishingly no one stopped me. With determination, I walked down the long empty hallway. The blasting sound of music was now pressed down.

Passing the hallway I glanced to my side. A large glass mirror-like wall was doing nothing to hide the interior which was looking like some kind of meeting hall with tables and chairs and a large white light at the center.

I moved further like I was told. A wooden brown door came into view at end of the hallway and I sighed in relief.

Finally.

With slightly shaking hands I pushed open the door. Now all I had to do was take Olivia out of this room and get her home. And in the morning I would ask her what the hell was she thinking.

"Oli-"

My words died. All the things I was going to say washed with astonishment. Holding back a scream I gasped loudly as their shocked face of Olivia greeted me back.

"Sadie." Her soft and terrified voice entered my ears but I was too disappointed to hear anything. I didn't listen to what she had to say instead my eyes moved over her shoulder towards the man barely covered by a shirt though his pants were on.

I didn't care who the hell he was. It happened in a blur. My feet carried me towards him as I slapped him hard. The sensation was left behind as my hand ached.

"What are you doing?!" Olivia screamed as she pulled her dress up and rushed towards me.

"Shut up! This is what you had been doing behind Sam's back? Do you have any idea what this will led to? How he would feel? How I would feel?" I snarled. I was angry. I never imagined to saw my little sister like this. Naked in front of a stranger.

"I don't care how you feel?! Just let me do what I love for once! Stop controlling me!" She yelled at me. And her words left aching emotions inside me.

"ENOUGH!" A voice boomed in the room and I almost jumped if it wasn't for the anger I was feeling. I nearly lost my balance when I looked at the entrance of the door. And then I realized the man I had slapped was still here. My eyes slowly darted to him. His lips turned up in a small smirk that I failed to notice earlier.

And then I slowly looked up to the man who was standing near the door with his hands in the dark pants pockets of his expensive-looking suit.

His face glistened in front of me. At first, I didn't pay attention to him but now that he was looking at me, I sensed the terror. His handsome face was devoid of any emotion. Despite the scar that bisects his left eyebrow, he looked lethal. High, slanted cheekbones, steel-grey eyes hidden by black lashes, a strong jaw darkened by a five o clock shadow. His hairs were thick and slightly covering his forehead. Not an old man, not a teenager either-he was a man in his prime.

And this manly face was wearing a darkened look. His features are set in a hard, firm line.

"Mr. Sa-"

"Shut up." Olivia was rudely interrupted when his deep voice rumbled through his broad chest. He was a sight to sore eyes but with a scary aura surrounding his intimidating persona.

"What is going on here?" His hard sculpted mouth said. His stare didn't leave my face and I feared the worse. Olivia was right beside me and the slight shake in her hands told me how much his presence was affecting her.

"Some misunderstanding, sir." The man who I had just slapped said. And urge to kick him in his balls intensified.

"There's no misunderstanding, you asshole! You f*****g piece of narcissistic s**t!" I growled as I balled my fists and took a step toward this bastard.

Before I could grab him by his collar I was yanked back by hands on my arm.

"Sadie, please." Olivia pleaded and I was hella sure she was drunk to her ass.

"Micah, get dressed." The man with steel grey eyes said in his hard tone.

If it wasn't for the anger I was feeling I would have just admitted how terrifyingly beautiful he was.

"Sí." Micah nodded his head as he buttoned up his shirt and walked past me with a sly smirk on his f*****g face.

This day couldn't get any more hectic. I wanted to just get Olivia home. And in the morning I would straighten her tail.

"Let's go." I grabbed her arm before dragging her towards the door, she didn't protest but we were blocked as the muscular man was still there.

What was his name again?

Oh! I didn't know earlier either!

"Excuse me?" I raised my brow as he didn't seem to budge any time soon.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked crossing hair arms over his muscled chest making the suit tight by his biceps. God! He was terrifyingly beautiful.

Where was I going? Oh! Yes!

"Get out of my way." I gritted with hidden annoyance and anger seeping through my harsh words.

And then the unusual thing happened. He smirked lowering himself to my level, and the intensity of his gaze made me believe that he was peering through my soul.

"Judging by the choice of words, you don't know who I am." He said huskily and the proximity had me melted. I could feel his hot breath on my face. One more step and his lips would be touching mine.

I backed away at that thought.

"I don't care whoever the hell you are. Get out of my way." I said anger consuming me wholly. Olivia's gasps were doing nothing to calm me. She was clutching my hand so tightly that it almost felt like she was trying to warn me about something I was unaware of.

"Silvio." All too familiar voices with little accents interrupted our glare competition. Silvio, the man who was blocking our way, I assume, didn't look over his shoulder instead squared his shoulders before standing to his full height, towering over us.

Silvio. Why do I have this feeling I had heard this name earlier?

"Not now, Dante." My ears stood erect at the mention of my name. Dante. The man at the warehouse. The one who saved us.

I looked over Silvio's shoulder as I was greeted with a tensed look on Dante's face. He was the same handsome as the day I saw him at the warehouse. His short hairs framing his head and his sharp jaw ready to slice my heart into pieces. He was tall, maybe as tall as Silvio but he looked less scary than the man blocking my way.

Dante's jaw twitched as his eyes landed on us. Or probably me? Something flashed in his caramel orbs as he looked at Silvio who was busy glaring daggers of annoyance at me.

What was he doing here? Did he know this man? Is he involved in dinner mafia s**t too?

"Is there any trouble?" Dante asked pointing towards us.

Silvio grumbled something in his mouth before opening his mouth.

"No. They were just leaving." He gave me his all too dreaded look as he stepped sideways letting our way clean. I grabbed Olivia's hand again before marching past both men. I sighed. I wanted to thank Dante for that night.

"Sadie?" Olivia's slurred voice made me angrier.

"What?" I asked dragging her along hallways towards the stairs.

"Are you mad?" She asked with a pout on her lips.

"Do I look like I'm mad?" God!

"I'm sorry." She trialed grabbing my wrist stopping me in the middle of the stairs.

"Let's get you home first. We'll talk about this in the morning." Talking to an intoxicated person would lead to nowhere. My anger was slowly dissipating into nothing. Now I was feeling guilty for feeling at her. I knew she was tensed and stressed but letting a man use her body wasn't a way to forget her worries. Men were worthless.

"Okay." She grinned. Alcohol was getting worst for her.

Reaching home I changed myself before tucking Olivia into bed. My anger was steamed down now. But disappointment was still there. Today couldn't be any more hectic. First that meeting, now Olivia, and who the hell that asshole was?

Whatever, it was not like I would meet him again.

Pretty faces had the worst hearts.

And I would like to stay and keep my sister away from all the trouble.

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