Walking Into Fire

LEIA’S P.O.V

I stared at the content of the glass of tequila I was clutching in my palm. I laughed sheepishly and downed it all at once again. “Another... shot," I slurred as I pushed the short glass over to the blonde haired bartender. The command was becoming a mantra as I had rolled it out countless times already.

“ I..I’m sorry ma’am, if you don’t mind, I think you’ve drank enough already, I mean this is the 11th glass...” The bartender said in an extremely mild voice.

"Seriously?!" I blurted out. Rage like molten magma surged through me and I banged my fist hard against the counter. “Have you gone crazy? Who the hell are you to lecture me?" I barked out.

The idiot flinched at my sudden outburst and went trembling like a jellyfish. “Umm N..n..no miss...I was just...” she stuttered. “Shut the fuck up and do your fucking job!" I yelled and she instantly got busy with the glass cup.

Yeah, I know she was only trying to show concern and my reaction was absurd, perhaps would you blame me?

I have lived all my life obeying rules and taking orders. I had practically thrown out my happiness to serve my father and would stop at nothing to do his biddings but despite my efforts, he never seemed satisfied. His greed was evident and I had realized long ago that I was a deficit whom he could throw away at a whim.

My assertions just turned reality and I am here to lick my wounds. I sipped down another glass full and I hit the glass cup on the table. The bartender did not wait for my orders. She instantly filled up the empty cup.

While I waited, my father's words rang again in my ears; "I’m not telling you this to ask for your opinion... It's already a done deal. I’m just telling you because you’ve a right to know. I don’t care whether you like it or not, you just have to do this. If not for anything, to be the daughter that I’ll forever remain proud of.”

That was my father shamelessly telling me about his plans to marry me off. He told me I’ll be getting married to some guy I don’t even know and for what? An alliance. I couldn’t just bear the news and here I am at some club trying to immobilize myself, drinking as much as I can to forget it all but the shit isn't working.

I’m Leia Gambino, the daughter of Roman Gambino, the boss of Vatos Latos an America Mafia and news flash I’m getting married—to some stranger whom I know practically nothing about. The only thing I know about him is that he is an heir apparent to an Italian mafia boss. I don’t even know his name. Is he an old man? I don’t know and I don’t even care. I just know that I don’t want to get married just yet. If ever I would, it would be to someone whom I love but this? Love isn't existent in mafia wedlock

One thing is sure, I won’t play the submissive wife as Italian mafia custom demands and I most definitely won’t render my virginity to him.

I was just clutching my wine glass when the ringing of my phone jolted me out of my woolgathering. I retrieved the phone from the pocket of my jacket and discovered it was Rya. I was not in the mood to talk to anyone, I just let it keep ringing while I demanded for more shots but Rya was adamant and the phone continued to blare.

“What the hell Rya, don’t you know when to give up?” I finally picked up and yelled into the phone.

“Hey, what is it with your voice? you've gone on a drinking spree, right?” Rya asked in concern. “I saw you boiling inside your collar after talking to the boss earlier...Are you alright?” She pestered.

“Is that why you called?” I snapped.

"Actually, no. Duty calls. Boss needs you on scene.”

“What! What the fuck! I'm not available!" I yelled and cut her off immediately.

I can't believe father still wants me to do his tasks after all he had said to me. I grabbed another shot and sipped down the whole content.

I was still drinking when I started feeling the urge to go pee. I paid the bartender and stood up to head for the restroom. I fell back into the chair repeatedly but after much trials I finally managed to get my balance.

All eyes were on me as I staggered my way out. My sight was blurry and out of focus. The noise around me echoed in my ears and I was in delirium. I smuggled through the crowd and tried to find my way to the restroom.

I lifted my fist to knock at what seemed like a door but I had applied too much pressure. I staggered forward and my weight fell on the door. The door caved in and I stumbled in.

At first, it all seemed empty. My two arms were stretched out before me as I searched out the empty space.

Suddenly, sounds like a scuffle emanated from somewhere around me. Immediately, I knew I was wrong, I had bumped into an occupied space.

"Fuck!" I shook my head and tried to bring my sight to focus. Gradually, I took in my surroundings. I grimaced and staggered around to keep my gait.

What the heck! I yelled as a muffled sound of 'No' permeated my ears.

A tiny cyan headed girl was pinned down by a muscular guy. His pants were down and his arousal was sure. Bruises were evident on the girl's face and most of her clothes were in shreds.

I staggered forward and yanked the guy off her. The guy groaned angrily while the girl shuddered and remained glued to a corner.

"She said no!" I yelled and followed after him. "Who are you to meddle in our game? You will surely regret this!" The guy yelled bearing his teeth