Filed to story: No Escape From The Mafia Kings Embrace
Marabella’s POV
It’s 11pm, closing time for Nick’s sports bar. The last of the drunks are leaving as I walk around cleaning off the cocktail tables. I head towards the back and set the dishes down in the dish pit. I take the time to pull down the hem of my shorts, that keep riding up my thighs. Stupid uniform.
“Hurry up, Mara. I have somewhere to be tonight”, my manager, Sean, says. “I’m almost done.”, I say, as I wipe down the counter and bar tops. After finishing up my side work, I clocked out and met Sean at the front door. “About time!”, he sneered. I rolled my eyes and started my journey home.
I don’t like walking home at night, but I don’t really have a choice. My mom and her boyfriend don’t have a vehicle, nor jobs. I tend to have to pay the bills and buy groceries with what I make at Nick’s, while also trying to attend college. I only have a year and a half left before I graduate with a bachelor’s degree. Then I can leave my shit job and start a better one.
My walk is interrupted by two men, who are staggering down the sidewalk. “Well, hello gorgeous”, one of the men slur. “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here all alone at this hour?”, the other guy taunted.
They tried to circle me, so I took a few steps back, eliminating their possibility. “I’m minding my business “, I countered, getting in a defensive stance, so that I can defend myself. “Spicy isn’t she?”, one of them asked the other. “Let’s have a little fun with her. Teach her a lesson, huh?”, the other said, as he took a step toward me and reached for my arm. I took a step back and struck the man in the nose with my fist. “Ow, you bitch”, he snarled.
The other man lunged at me, knocking me to the ground. I felt my knee and elbow scrap against the concrete at impact. I used my elbow to jab the man on top of me, in the ribs. This made his hold on me loosen, though when I stood up, he grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled, ripping the bottom half of it off. I elbowed him in the nose, a sickening crack filled the night air, as the man fell backward.
As I turned around to run, the other man open-hand smack me across the face. A sharp burn resonated through my face, as I tasted copper in my mouth. I kicked the man in the knee-cap, breaking it outward before punching him as hard as I could in the Adam’s apple. The man fell to his knees and grasped his throat.
I took this opportunity to make a run for it. My adrenaline pumped hard in my veins, refraining me from feeling any pain, though I could feel the blood running down my arm, leg and neck. The cool night air, turning my warm blood to ice as I ran.
I could see my small house come into view, so I picked up pace, pushing myself harder. I could hear the two men’s heavy footsteps following behind me as they yelled profanities into the night air.
I cleared the steps in one leap, busting straight through my front door. I quickly shut and dead bolted the door. I rested my head on the door as I panted heavily to catch my breath.
“Mara?”, my mother’s voice was shaky. I turned around to face her, but was met with a scene I was not expecting. Before me, stood 8 men, dressed in nice black suits. One with a gun pointed at my mother’s head and another with a gun pointed at her boyfriend’s head. The rest of the men had their hands on their guns as they stared at me, ready to draw their weapon and shoot on command.
My eyes roamed the faces in the room until they landed on a man, whom sat on the couch in front of my mom. He had one leg rested lazily over the other, as his piercing gray eyes pinned me in my spot. His stare was intense, making a shiver pass through my body. He was gorgeous, with a sharp jaw line, olive skin and black hair that only accented his beautiful gray eyes. I was captivated by his gaze.
His eyes slowly raked my body before darkening a shade. “Mara, what happened to you? What’s going on?”, my mother asked frantically. I broke eye contact with the man on the couch to look at my mom, Sherry and her boyfriend, Carl, then down at my torn, dirty clothes and scraped body. I looked back to my mom and frowned, “Nothing. What’s going on here?”, I asked, the anger I felt evident in my voice. Sadly, my anger was not directed at the men with the guns, like it should probably be. But, at my mother and Carl for getting in deep shit once again.
“Oh, well,”, my mother’s explanation was interrupted by loud bangs on the door. I immediately turned around to face the door and took a step back. Fuck. Fuck. “You stupid bitch. Open this door, we will teach you a fucking lesson!”, one of the men yelled, as they continued to rap on the front door.
I heard Carl’s sinister laugh, “I guess we aren’t the only ones in trouble. See I knew you weren’t an angel”, he sneered. My head snapped towards Carl. “Fuck you. My trouble isn’t because I’m a fucking idiot like you”, I hissed before facing the door once again.
I noticed one of the men stood by the door causally, watching my every move. I looked at his gun, then extended my hand out towards him. “May I?”, I asked. The man’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, as he looked behind me at the man sitting on the couch. I assume the man on the couch gave his approval, because the guard pulled his gun from his holster and handed it to me butt first.
“Thank you”, I said politely, as I dropped the magazine to make sure it was loaded. I slid the magazine back into place and pulled the slide back, confirming one was in the chamber. I put my hand on the deadbolt and let out an uneasy breath. The men were still pounding on the door, screaming that they were going to teach me a lesson.