my mafia man

Chapter One

        pov: unknown

   The question hung in the air, making it thick with tension. How should I answer, I couldn't possibly tell this man my name, he just killed someone. His eye brow raised waiting for my response.

   He would have to wait for a while because he sure wasn't getting anything out of me. " well gattina- (kitten)  what's the answer who are you?" He asked me in his deep voice that made me uneasy.

   I still didn't answer him, I did the next best thing... cry. He didn't seem to care about my fake tears at all, well I'm doomed then. When he sighed I looked back up at him and his eyebrows were furrowed.

  "I guess your a idiota- (i***t) and need things explained to you. My name is Giovanni and yours is?" Did he just call me dumb?? I think he did, he about to get punched.

   I didn't notice the s**t eating grin on my face until he coughed. Focus girl, I shift slightly. His brow raises waiting for me to speak. I sigh, here goes nothing. " yo no hablo inglès chico blanco" - ( I speak no English white boy)

   He growls at me and I shrink back, " listen puttana I am not in the mood to play games. I'm trying to decide if I should splatter your brains all over this wall. So bambolina i'll ask one more time what is your name?" - (puttana: w***e/ bambolina: baby doll)

   I gulp, well damn he knows what I said. But his voice is so s*x- focus! " my n-name is c-camila," damn he made me stutter. He grinned, "thank you stella, now was that so hard? Hmm." -(Stella: star)

    I shook my head no, and tried to look down but his gun was keeping my head up. "So you are coming home with me gattina and I'll decide what to do with you there." I paled, no way in hell was I going with this man. I shook my head no repeatedly as I started having a panic attack.

    "Oh, bambolina before I forget tell me your last name. It's important." I stupidly stutter out my last name Garcia and ask him to move off of me. He gives me the space but his gun stays trained on me. I have to get away from him.

   When he seems to be lost in thought I kick him where the sun don't shine and sprint down the alleyway. I hear his yell and multiple foot steps right behind me. I can't run as fast as I like since I'm so hungry. I make it a couple blocks until I felt someone grab my hair too tight and yanked me down.

   The stinging pain has me crying out. I sit there on my knees and look up when I see those familiar shoes. Oh sweet biscuit he looks livid. He kicks me in the head and then brings his gun down on it.

  As I see black dots appear in my vision I hear him speak. "Illumina la cagna." -( lights out b***h) and I let the darkness take me.

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   when I woke up again I was confused as to where I was. I groaned and tried to wipe my face only to hear the clink of chains. I observed the room and I seemed to be in a dungeon. The actual f**k?

    My already ripped clothes where basically nonexistent, cold air kissing my skin. I shivered, why am I here and how? Blood dripping down my head. I didn't even hear the doors open until those oh so damn familiar shoes entered my line of vision.

   Lord give me strength. He just stood, there the stupid bastard stayed so quiet my unease grew. He didn't talk he just hit, and hit, and hit. My stomach and head, anywhere her could and I cried out in pain. When he finished I was a sobbing mess, wishing I was out of this hell hole.

     " this is what happens puttana when you f**k with me. You will pay and never see the light of day again." His words harsh, bringing more tears to my eyes. I whimpered out a sorry begging for my freedom but he smiled so evilly at my please. They fell on deaf ears.

    "P-please l-let me g-go. I'm s-sorry." My throat dry making me sound like a dying cat. He shook his head, " it's too late to say sorry cagna." - (b***h) he paused for a minute, "you messed with a Morino and we don't forgive"

   He spit on me like I was trash and walked out. Maybe I was trash, but that was a low move. Oh hush me don't fight it, we've been doomed from the start. He just watched me and watched and watched until it felt like he was doing it for years.

   Those grey eyes where dead except for one emotion. Hate. He hated my existence and I was starting to hate his. They grew so dark cold and distant until he looked more animal than man. I'm sure mine where just as lifeless if not more, I gave up years ago. He was just adding fuel to the fire of despair.

     He left so quietly it was as if he was never there the only proof was the marks on my frail body. Ribs already showing from days of hunger, making me not know how much longer I had left. The pit of loneliness was suffocating me. The fear of falling apart was gnawing at my mind.

  I sung in my head, the song means so much to me. Like my anthem of hope. My hype man, my sanity. My destroyer. And dream.

                         Did you think I'd crumble?

                     Did you think I'd lay down and die?

                        Oh no not I, I will survive

              For as long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive