Chapter Five.

Isabella.

I lay crawled up on the floor with tears flowing down my cheeks like nobody's business.

I thought of all the times my father was actually a father to me and a husband to my mum.

He would always play with me when he had the chance, and Uncle Valentino was always there to teach me about the mafia.

Although papa didn't like that, i loved listening to him.

I am sure he misses those days, and I never see him smile now, he's always grumpy and edgy.

I am sure he isn't happy living this fucked up life where you either play or be played.

I just let the tears flow, I didn't do anything to stop crying, I couldn't even stop even if I wanted to.

The pain in my chest is so much I am surprised I haven't passed out.

I lay there on the floor, crouched up like a ball and cried my eyes out.

I let all the pain, fear, anxiety, sadness, everything fucking thing I've been feeling out.

I know I am bawling like a newborn child, but who gives a shit?

I am pretty sure the guards stationed outside my door want nothing more than putting a tape over my mouth right now, but fuck them and fuck this whole damn mafia.

I know for a fact that it won't be long before my ass of a father sells me to some blood sucking pedophile Mafia Don or something.

And I'll be shipped off to an unknown land with a disgusting old man to endure endless torture.

I shudder as I think of that very possible possibility.

I can't let my life end like that.

I can't let them ship me off to an unknown land with an unknown man.

I won't let my fucking father who murdered his own damn wife and the mother of his daughter kill me too.

Because that's what will end up happening, mafia dons are Fucking Monsters.

I'll have to find a way to help myself out of this fucked up situation.

I need to get my revenge on my father and his damn empire, and I will not rest until I bring down everything he has worked for.

Even if it means selling myself to some gigolo.

I flinch as I hear the sound of my door being opened.

Don't tell me my sorry excuse of a father who wasn't satisfied with the punishment he gave, hence he has come to do worse.

The door opens to reveal the face of my father's guard, he's holding something that looks like a dress. Wait! A dress? Why the fuck is he with a dress?

"Your father asked that you wear this dress and join him in the evening by 7pm."

He dropped the box on my bed and turned to go.

"Wait!" I called after the robotic guard, who looked like he would rather be anywhere but here.

"What's happening by 7pm?"

"Mafia get together, that's all I can tell you, miss."

"You're not allowed to be late."

I scoffed at his tone, mafia get together? In this mansion? What a wonderful way to continue my evening.

"How am I supposed to meet him downstairs when I am locked in here like some high end criminal?"

"Your door will be opened by 7." He came out of the room and shut the door on my face before I could even ask him another question.

I rolled my eyes at his antics, stupid guards.

Now back to the main topic at hand, my father sent me a dress to join him for the get together that I knew absolutely nothing about.

What is he playing at? Is he trying to portray us as a happy family to his colleagues?

Tell me my life is thoroughly fucked without telling me my life is thoroughly fucked.

I've been in this damn room with guards stationed outside my door like I killed the president or something.

And he's sending me a dress, what? I am supposed to look like a happy and fulfilled mafia princess.

Aishhh! I hissed as I walked towards my bed to take a look at the dress, woah... It's a designer piece.

My eyes widened as I opened the box, this is fucking beautiful.

At least even if I don't have freedom here I get to wear a pretty dress to a not so pretty party

There can't possibly be anything pretty about mafia men drinking and talking shit right?

I look at the clock on my way and shit it's almost seven.

Fucking bastard always putting me through intense stress.

I quickly rush to take my bath, there's no time for skincare.

I'll just use only my toner and lotion.

I use the hair curler to give my hair some subtle curls.

I really don't want to do too much, but on second thoughts I wanna look badass.

For makeup, I put on a simple eye liner, mascara and lip gloss.

And finally it's time for me to wear the dress.

As I put on the dress, tears gathered in the corner of my eyes.

Because I look just like my mum, she would always tease me about us being twins in our past lives.

I shake my head to get rid of any thoughts of her, right now I need to slay.

I need to show that motherfucker that I am not his regular mafia princess.

I smile in satisfaction as I give myself one last review.

I sound of my door key, which would only mean that they've opened the door.

I look up to see that it's exactly 7 pm.

I take in a deep breath before picking up my purse and making my way out of the room, as I walk down the stairs slowly I catch Luca looking at me.

Phew! He's alive and okay, thank God. I flash him a quick hidden smile.

Walking towards my father and his men, I didn't even bother to greet him, and he looked at me with an expressionless stare, but I caught a glimpse of him gritting his teeth.

I am sure he's only doing that because he's angry he gets to free me for some stupid party, we make our way down to the hall where the event is being held.

As we walked into the big hall, literally everybody's eyes turned to focus on us, or rather me.

God I hate the attention, but what can I say? I am pretty as fuck.

I let my eyes wander around the fall, they fell on certain grey eyes and my breath stilled.

I might have not looked at his face very well, but with how we met.

I would never forget someone as enigmatic as that.

What's a shadow guy doing here? Don't tell me his father is a Mafia don or something, but he doesn't look like one to work under somebody.

He looks like the king himself.

He walks towards me and my heart quickens, now With good lighting.

I can see his face clearly and boy how the hell can a man be this fine?

I've seen my fair share of hot and handsome men, I mean I literally live with them but this man? He looks like God's special artwork.

I could see his well toned chest from the likes of his suit, and did I mention that suits had never looked this good on anyone?

"Didn't your Daddy teach you that staring is rude?"

Wait! What? Staring? Shit! Shit! Shadow hunk caught me staring... Play it cool, play it cool Isabella you got this.

I scoffed.

"Staring?" "At what? At you?"

I rolled my eyes at him again for stating the obvious truth.

"Don't roll your eyes at me Mia Cara."

Jeeez! That voice has me pulsating in desire.

who's this man please? I would gladly marry him if he asked. What where the Fuck did that come from?

"It's my eyes and I can do whatever I want with it."

I dared him knowing fully well I won't be rolling my eyes around him anymore.

Wait, why the hell am I thinking we would meet again?

"Oh we will meet Tesoro again."

He smirked at me before leaving me standing there with my mouth agape.

What does he mean by that?

I shook my head before turning my attention back to the crowd.

Some were staring at me like I had grown five horns, some looked like they honestly didn't give a fuck.

My father walked to the center of the event hall as he clinked his glass together, what the hell was bojo planning?

"Attention everyone, thank you for gracing my invitation."

"And gracing us with his rare presence is the well known SHADOW WALKER."

Shadow walker, like the famous Assassin? The guy I secretly have a crush on?

I look around for the guy everyone is clapping for and my eyes land on shadow hunk grey eyes again.

Wait, don't tell me... *Cazzo*(Fuck) shadow hunk is the Shadow walker?

Shadow hunk gives me a smirk, how the hell did I not know?

My father's voice brings me back from thought land.

"Today we'll be celebrating the marriage alliance between my daughter Isabella and Matteo Bellini."

My eyes widened and my purse landed on the ground with a loud thud…