Filed to story: No Escape From The Mafia Kings Embrace
I flipped the deadbolt and yanked the door open, while simultaneously drawing my weapon, aiming right at the first man’s face. “And what lesson would that be?”, I asked, a smirk etched on my lips.
In my peripheral vision, I saw another gun drawn and pointed at the men, as well. Giving me the assumption that the man on the couch ordered me some back up.
“Oh, wait. We don’t want any trouble”, one of the men said, as they both put their hands up in surrender and took a step back. “I beg to differ. You didn’t get the hint in the streets and followed me home. In my opinion, you were begging for my bullet.”, I said through gritted teeth. “And since I have the gun, only my opinion matters”, I know my smile was sadistic, however these men tried to take something of value to me, something irreplaceable.
I heard a deep alluring voice speak from behind me. “Are they the reason you look like this?”, he asked. “Yes”, I answered with out taking my eyes off the men in front of me. “Kill them”, his profound voice commanded. And without blinking or thinking, I pulled the trigger. The guard pulled his trigger at the same time as me. Both men collapsed onto the porch as blood splattered all over my face and the gun.
I released a heavy breath. My mind racing at an incomparable speed. “Clean this mess up”, the gentleman on the couch said. Four men immediately began to remove the bodies and clean the blood from the porch. I tore a piece of fabric from my already torn shirt and wiped the blood from the gun. I handed it, butt first, to the man I borrowed it from.
He cautiously took the from me, obviously shocked by my actions. I can’t blame him though, I, too, am rattled by what I had just done. I killed someone. Without thinking twice about it. It was that voice. It had a power over me, it was dangerous and alluring.
I face the man who sat on the couch, like a king. He had a beautiful grin stretched across his lips, a glint of admiration reflected in his eyes and one of his eyebrows was arched.
I reluctantly broke from his gaze to bring my attention back to my mother. “You were saying?”, I asked with contempt. My mother and Carl, both looked at me with horror written on their faces. “What have you done?”, my mother asked in trepidation. I walked over to one of the chairs in the living room and sunk into it with a hiss. “We aren’t talking about me, mother. What kind of mess did you fall into this time?”, I asked annoyed with her antics.
I looked down at my wounds that still had dirt embedded in them. My mother did not answer me, so, the man on the couch did, drawing my eyes up to his. “They owe me money”, he informed me. I shook my head disapprovingly. “That doesn’t surprise me”, I uttered, pulling out my checkbook. I knew there was at least $1,500 in my account. Hopefully it was not more than that.
“How much?”, I asked. “$500,000”, he answered. I froze as my heart plummeted to the pit of my stomach. My head snapped up towards my mother. Fury coursed through my veins giving me newfound strength to stand from the couch.
“What the fuck?”, I bellowed, the anger evident in my voice. My mother’s faced paled as Carl’s morphed into one of rage. “Don’t raise your voice at me, you little ungrateful bitch”, Carl snapped. “You shut the fuck up. No one asked for an opinion from the peanut gallery”, I snapped at him. I heard a few of the men snicker at my comment.
“What the hell did you spend $500,000 on?”, I asked angrily. I could feel my blood pressure skyrocketing. “That’s none of your fucking business, little girl.”, Carl sneered with hate. A growl involuntarily left my throat.
I looked to the man sitting on the couch. He slowly brought his cold, dark eyes up from Carl. They softened as they met mine. We stared at each other for a long moment, calculating the other.
I smirked and looked back at Carl, “You’re right. And since it’s not my business, it’s also not my debt to pay. He can just take it out of your ass. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go shower and mind my business”, I retorted , as I walked through the living room, passing the gentleman on the couch.
“Marabella, please wait. We need your help. Please, I will tell you”, my mother begged. I stopped in front of the couch, subsequently in front of the handsome dark haired man. I looked at my mother expectantly. “We gambled a lot of it, but the rest we spent on drugs. I’m so sorry, Mara. But there is still a way to fix this”, she mentioned optimistically. I do not like where this is going.
“How, exactly? I don’t have $500,000, mother”, I snapped, irritated with always being caught in the middle. Sherry smiled softly, her fake smile that always makes my insides churn. “Mr. Luca here needs a virgin bride”, she said suggestively. My stomach twisted at her suggestion. That’s just great.
I turned and looked down at him. “You’re Mr. Luca?”, I asked skeptically. He gave me a sharp nod. All the while studying me with his gray orbs, entrancing me with his gaze.
I broke the stare and furrowed my eyebrows as I looked back at my mother with contempt. “You want to bargain me? Sell me like a piece of merchandise that you can pawn?”, I asked credulously, hurt swirling in my words.