Sixteen
RYLAND POV.
"You can't keep me here you son of a b***h" Mirabella yelled as she struggled against her bounds, her short dark hair bobbing and sticking to her face because of the sweat that beaded all over her face from the heat of the basement.
I sighed in irritation, getting f*****g sick of all the noise she'd been making since she was brought In. I'd thought about having her gag, but her red pouty lips had an appeal to them, so I tried to tolerate her. I shouldn't have. It was not worth the pain my poor ears were going through. I stepped closer to her making sure all she saw was my lips moving.
"Shut your yapping Mira, don't make me hurt you" I warned, staring at her with no pity in my gaze. Vito had been acting up, but with his beloved daughter gone, I hoped to take him
