Gabriella
“Arghhhhh!!” I ducked under the dinner table, my breaths shaky as the door to the family room was shot down and three men walked in spraying bullets in the air.
“Where is my money Antonio” one of them yelled, his eyes sweeping the room, hungry for blood.
My chest tightened. “Will this be my last day on earth?” I covered my mouth with my hands, peventing the sobs from escaping.
“I— I don't have your money yet” father stuttered from his hiding place beneath the table.
The man who had spoken stepped closer, his voice like ice. “You said you had something for me.” chills chased themselves down my spine as I heard my father sobbing.
“I’m sorry!” father cried as the man pulled him out from beneath the table by the scruff of his neck.
“You know how much I hate games Antonio” he said as he pointed his gun at father’s head with a steady hand.
“Wait! Wait! Please!” father cried. I saw the fear in his eyes from my hiding place but nothing prepared me for his next words. “I-I don't have your money but I’ll let you take my daughter as collateral, just give me a little more time”
I gasped in disbelief, my mind reeling. No. No, this can’t be happening. But the sharp pain of my hair being yanked from my scalp told me it was all too real.
“You think your daughter is worth fifty grand?” the man asked, cocking his head.
“I swear to you she's handy at a lot of things, she will do whatever you need” he said shaking.
Tears blurred my vision as I stared at the man who had raised me. All my life, he has been a deadbeat but I never imagined he will actually go this far.
“You will sell your only child to pay off your gambling debts?” the man asked coldly.
A silence fell over the room, but the answer was clear.
“No—No papa. Please don't do this” I cried as I dropped to my knees.
He could not look me in the eyes as he said “Gabriella, you have to understand, I don't have a choice—”
“No!” I screamed, “please you can’t take me, this must be a crime” I said as tears flowed down my face.
“Papa! You do have a choice, we can work to pay it off, I will forfeit all my savings” I pleaded, desperate for a way out.
The man chuckled as he walked towards me. He grabbed my face, as if to inspect it.
“Hm, she's beautiful” he said turning my chin from side to side.
“Papa, I beg of you, don't do this” I begged.
“What’s your name beautiful?” the man asked. I glared at him, raising my chin up.
“Oh that's how it’s gonna be” he said chuckling. “I'm going to enjoy breaking you” His words were laced with a sick pleasure as the other men snickered in the background.
“Gabriella” father answered. “Her name is “Gabriella.” I glared at him as he squeezed his eyes shut.
“You’re about to become my new plaything, Gabriella” the man whispered in my ears as I trembled.
He watched me for some time, his blue eyes cold. “I’ll take her” he said
I collapsed, sobbing loudly into my hands. “No please, please you can’t do this” I said, my voice broken.
The man grabbed my arm roughly, pulling me to my feet. I stumbled, my legs, too weak to hold my weight.
At that moment, one of the other men said. “Matteo, I don't think your brother will be happy if we take her.” I felt hope rising in my chest as I looked between them as they whispered to each other. But my hope was dashed as the man said.
“Fuck my brother” he hissed. “Now shut the fuck up and do as you're told” he finished.
“You’re mine now, to do with as I deem fit” he said turning towards me, smirking. “And babyyy, there are a lot of things I'll love do with you.”
I whimpered, trying to pull my arm free of his hold but I was too weak to fight him. “Please” I whispered in desperation, trying to make him see reason. “I can't do this sir, please, I’ll work to pay off his debts, I’ll do anything, just don't take me” I continued.
He ignored me, turning towards where my father was kneeling. “I’ll take her Antonio” he began. “But you won't see her again. Your debt is paid in full”
I howled like a banshee after hearing that I won't be returned, my body shaking as the man dragged me towards the door. “Papa please, you can't let them take me” I cried, my voice full of anguish.
Father closed his eyes like he could not also bear to look at me. “I’m sorry” he whispered.
The moment I was pulled past the doors, I bolted. Running as fast as I could towards the gate, I could hear the man chuckling behind me.
I was two steps away from the gate when someone grabbed me from behind.
“Noo!! Let me go!” I screamed, kicking as I was lifted off the ground. I pounded on his back as I was dumped unceremoniously in the back seat of an SUV.
“Don’t worry my love, you'll enjoy your life with me” He said, running his fingers down my cheeks. I spat in his face, he chuckled as he wiped the spit from his eyes with his index finger and my disgust for him skyrocketed as he licked it.
“Oh i’m definitely going to have my fun with you.” he said calmly. “Maybe I'll pass you around to a few of my men when I'm done with you” he added.
I glared at him but before I knew what was happening. I blacked out.
DanteMy fists clenched and I shot my brother a glare. “What do you mean you collected his daughter as payment?” I growled in anger. “What the hell were you thinking Matteo?”Matteo shifted, his face paling as he said. “He—he couldn't pay Dante, so—”“So what!” I roared, banging my fist on the table. “If he couldn't pay, you put two bullets in his head, not take his fucking daughter!”“I’m sorry Dante” he said, bowing his head in shame.“We do not take women, that's not how we do business” I said coldly. “That’s not how I do business” I added.“But she was the only thing he had to offer, was I supposed to have let him off the hook?” he said, trying to defend himself.My face twisted in disgust. “I know why you took her. Don’t think I don’t know what you do to women, Matteo.”Matteo’s face flushed, his eyes darting away. Silence hung heavy between us, thick and suffocating.“Do you even understand what you've done? You've crossed a fucking line!!” I yelled. “We do not touch wives or mo
GabriellaI jolted awake as a bucked of ice-cold water was dumped on my head. I looked around but could not see anything because I was in a very dark room. My hands were tied to a chair.“Oh, the poor thing must be scared” I heard someone whisper.“Please, please help me!” I cried out. “Is anyone here!” I shouted, blinking against the darkness. “I’ll do anything, please just help me out of here” I whispered sobbing.“Oh dear, you can't get out of here” a woman said as she pulled the curtains, the sudden brightness, almost blinding me. I could hear the sound of water running in the bathroom, which made me realize there was someone else in the room. “I’m Hannah, and I'm to help you prepare for your wedding” she said blankly.“We—wedding” I stammered, taken aback. “To who?” I asked.“To the boss of course” she said matter of factly.“Boss?—What boss?” I asked confused.“I wonder what he sees in her to even contemplate marrying her. She's not even that pretty.” The other woman said, comi
GabriellaHe had a long thick scar running through the right side of his face, with scars that looked like they resulted from burns curling around it like creeping crops with a stick. It was baffling in comparison to his otherwise smooth left side.He grabbed me by the wrist, yanking me closer as his eyes burned with anger, which got me wondering on what I did wrong. Before I could say anything, he crushed his lips against mine in a kiss that was anything but tender. It was raw, almost punishing and borderline aggressive.When he finally pulled back, both of us were breathless, his voice was low as he said.“You’re mine now”An old woman came up to us, kissing my husband’s cheeks. She was beautiful. Her long silver hair packed in a neat bun. Her eyes crinkled as she smiled at me. “Oh dear, you look so beautiful in that dress. Doesn't she?” she asked turning towards my husband. He grunted. “Forgive my manners dear, I'm Elena, Dante’s grandmother” she said brightly. “I can't wait for l
GabriellaI said my thanks to Hannah as she went out of the room, the door clicking softly behind her. Although Dante did not lock the room this time, I had tried to escape earlier but I was disappointed to see two men on both sides of the door obviously guarding me.I collapsed on the chair my husband had vacated and poured myself a cup of whiskey in a bid to drown my sorrows. I was afraid of giving my body to a man I was not in love it. The whiskey burned my throat but I was too nervous to care as I continued drinking.The door opened and my husband entered.“What the hell are you doing?” his voice boomed as he asked. I glared at him, I was not drunk and it seemed like the whiskey gave me a little bit of confidence as I said.“Drinking. Would you like to join me?”He chuckled as he said. “Oh, that's how we are doing it tonight.” My eyes widened as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt.“Please, I can't do this” I whispered. Trying one last time to plead with him as the boldness left me.“W
GabriellaI winced in pain as I turned onto my side, the sight of the white sheets, stained bright red with blood; my blood brought an intense wave of anguish as the events of the previous day slammed hard into me.“Is this my life now?” I thought as my eyes filled with tears and my shoulders shook with silent sobs. I felt used and……worthless. Like I didn’t belong to myself anymore.I wiped my eyes hurriedly with the back of my hands as I heard a soft knock at the door.“Come—come in” I said, plastering a fake smile on my face as Hannah pushed open the door, a tray of breakfast in her hands. The smile on her face a painful difference to my broken state. “Good morning Mistress” she said cheerfully. I chuckled ironically, gritting my teeth as I struggled to sit up in the bed as I said.“Don’t call me that” my voice came out sharper than I had intended and I felt sorry for that.“Oh…” She said, stopping in her tracks, her eyes fixing on the blood stained sheets.“what will you like to
Gabriella“You don’t talk to me like that” he said, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. The words alone were enough to make my breath hitch, but it was the way he said them—the controlled venom—that sent chills running down my spine. I could feel his eyes boring holes in my back as I took a seat at the dresser. My eyes were swollen, my cheeks rosy from crying myself to sleep last night but still, I could not prevent the bitter laugh that escaped me.“And how should I talk to you then” I shot back defiantly. I knew I was taking a risk. Pushing him. Trying to see how far he would go but I was beyond caring.“You will respect me!” He thundered. I jumped, not expecting the outburst, turning quickly in fear to face him as the sound of his footsteps filled the room, stalking towards me like a predator with prey. I backed away instinctively, my heart beating loudly as I prayed for the floor to open up and swallow me whole.But there was nowhere for me to run to. In just a few
DanteI should have gotten the store closed.That was the only thought ringing in my head the moment we got there. I adjusted the cuff of my tailored suit as we stepped inside.The store was luxurious, pristine, with gleaming shelves and high ceilings but people couldn't stop staring. Their eyes, followed us about the moment we walked through those doors. And I can't seem to decide whether it’s because it's not everyday they see a powerful Mafia king or it’s just the scar on my face.The manager hurried over but I was more focused on my little wife, she looks so beautiful with her hair down, her brown eyes glancing around the room.“G—Good day sir” He stuttered. “How may I be of service?”“Oh yes, I want some dresses for my wife, something—”And then I saw him—a guy shamelessly checking out my wife like I wasn’t standing right there. I closed the space between us, pressing my chest firmly against her back. My eyes locked on his, and I watched the color drain from his face as recogni
DanteI pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead, murmuring, “I’ll see you later, cara mio.”Her face was a mixture of confusion and curiosity, her lips parting like she had questions ready to spill out. But she held back. I was grateful for that. This wasn’t a conversation I wanted to have right now.“It’s business,” I added, my voice steady, though my mind wasn’t. “Something to do with my grandmother.”She nodded slowly, a quiet understanding in her eyes. I could tell she wanted to say more, but she didn’t.“Enzo,” I called, my tone sharp, a command more than a request. “Stay with my wife.”Enzo stepped forward, his frame solid and unshakable. I turned to the store manager next.“Give her whatever she wants,” I said, my voice low and firm, brooking no argument. I didn’t wait for a response. There was no need—I was already halfway out the door, leaving behind her faint scent of jasmine and the heavy weight of her gaze following me.The black SUV was parked out front, Rico standing by
The door clicked shut, and the sound made Gabriella freeze. She stood still, listening closely as the lock turned with a harsh, scraping noise. That sound told her one thing — she was trapped. Outside the room, she heard Dante’s voice, calm but firm. There was no kindness in his tone, only authority."No one goes in or out until I say so. Not even for food."His words hit her like a blow. Through the thin wooden door, she heard the quiet movement of the guards standing outside. They didn’t question him. They simply obeyed.She remained in place, listening intently until she caught the sound of Dante’s footsteps ascending the stairs to the more affluent, upper levels of the house. The stillness that ensued felt denser than the atmosphere surrounding her.Only then did she realize she had been holding her breath.Gabriella eventually scanned the space where she had been confined. It was tiny and barren, lacking anything comforting or inviting. The walls were empty, and the sole piece of
Gabriella“This is your new room now.”Dante’s voice cut through the silence like a knife. It was icy, piercing, and utterly conclusive, enveloping my heart with the heaviness of his words like steel shackles. He towered above me, his towering figure creating a shadow so immense it seemed to engulf me entirely. And at that instant, I understood — truly understood — that any remaining hope I possessed was quickly and irretrievably fading like sand slipping through my hands.My body was in pain. My back ached with agony, and the intense, glaring light streaming in through the windows caused my head to pound. However, none of it measured up to the pain in my heartThe ache of knowing that everything was falling apart. The memories of last night hit me all at once, crashing into me like a storm I wasn’t prepared for. The whispers. The accusations. The fear. It was too much, too fast — and then before I could even catch my breath, the door burst open. It slammed against the wall so hard
Matteo."Now get out. And pray you haven’t ruined everything." The door slammed shut behind her, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot. I stood there for a moment, fists clenched at my sides, as the walls seemed to close in — the weight of my own frustration pressing against me. Sofia. Reckless, impulsive, foolish Sofia. I’d known from the start she’d be a liability, but I needed her. At least for now. But if she kept pushing like this… well, even my patience had its limits. And Sofia was standing right on the edge of them. I began pacing, each step tapping out my irritation on the hardwood floor. Everything had been going according to plan — perfectly, even — until she decided to take matters into her own hands. I should have seen it coming. She was ambitious, but ambition without control was dangerous. And right now, the last thing I needed was danger from my own allies. I sank onto the couch — still warm from where she’d been sitting — and let out a slow breath,
Sofia.I had not expected the girl to deliver such a great job. I couldn’t believe it had worked. I couldn’t believe all it had taken to turn Dante against her was one reckless night of partying. Just one night — and everything shifted. I chuckled quietly, recalling the expression on Gabriella’s face as she understood there was no way to regain Dante’s approval. The ruin, the embarrassment. She had completed it. What now? Dante belonged to me. The idea sparked a wave of excitement within me. The thought of becoming the upcoming mistress of the mansion, along with its riches and influence, thrilled me to the core. I could already picture it — the lavish gatherings, the power, the pure opulence of everything. Before long, everything would be mine. With a pleased grin, I glided down the corridor toward Matteo’s room, my heels tapping gently on the glossy marble. The atmosphere was heavy with excitement. I opened the door without knocking, eager to revel in my triumph. Yet as soon as
Dante.Everything went still the moment she collapsed. The clang of chains hitting the metal pole resonated into stillness, a stark and conclusive tone that lingered in the atmosphere. Even her screams appeared to be overshadowed by the darkness, and for a brief moment, it felt as if the entire universe had stopped.The silence was unbearable. Maybe—just maybe—I shouldn’t have killed the poor bastard. But the thrill was there, undeniable and electric, pumping through my veins the way it had earlier. That sharp rush, that surge of power, was like a drug.But it was the anger that stayed. It simmered in my blood as I uncuffed her wrists, the marks on her skin standing out like bruised flowers. I cradled her like a child, her body limp and fragile against me. And then I stood over her, towering and silent, just watching her sleep. The room was filled with the scent of sweat, fear and blood. He had died for her—Elio—and she didn’t even know it.In the mafia, women don’t betray their husba
Gabriella"No." I whispered, panic clawing up my throat.Dante's grip on my hair got tighter. "Watch."I fought desperately against the bindings, the metal digging into my flesh; however, I was helpless. Enzo swiftly crossed the room, his gun shining in his hand.Elio's chest heaved and sank in quick, uneven gasps. His gaze fixed on me—imploring, urgent.A profound silence extended between us. And then the pop of the gunshot shattered it.Elio's body convulsed, blood pouring across his chest. A cry escaped my mouth as he crashed down, his head turning to the side."Please don't... no, no, no..." I cried, shaking my head.Dante's grip loosened, causing me to tumble onto the table. My vision dimmed as I watched Elio's body lie still, the light of life dwindling from his eyes.I could not catch my breath."You ought to be grateful to me, my dear," Dante whispered, sweeping my hair from my damp, sweaty face. "He was destined to die." He continued. "At least now... he passed away watching
GabriellaI hesitated but I realized that I had chosen my own fate.From across the room, Elio’s eyes shone with profound fear. He was seated in the leather armchair, bound with rope, blood running from a gash on his forehead. Every rapid breath made his body convulse, and his mouth opened, as if he were reaching for me.Dante towered above me, a tempest in the still atmosphere. The warmth of his breath on the nape of my neck caused chills to run down my spine, accompanied by a potent aroma of whiskey that lingered afterwards. I clenched my fists at my sides, digging my nails into my palms while I tried to hide my sense of panic. “You didn’t think you could con me, did you, darling?" His tone was low, a menacing whisper. I flinched but was silent. My heart pounding wildly in my chest, each thump reverberating in my mind.He advanced gradually—intentionally—letting his fingers glide along the strap of my red dress. I shut my eyes tightly, nausea building in my throat. The space seeme
Gabriella“Take your dress off.”The words sliced through the air, cutting and piercing. My heart thumped, my breath caught in my chest when the large, heavy door thudded shut behind us.I turned toward him, a terror tightening my throat. Dante stood a few steps in front of me, his face impenetrable, though his stiff stance sent shivers down my spine. My palms were dripping in perspiration since we had first set foot on steps leading down the basement. With each downward stride, it had been like I was walking in the direction of my grave, tremors, chasing themselves down my spine, foretelling a horror beyond understanding.I blinked hard, fighting to see clearly as Dante leaned in and flicked a switch.A blinding flash of white light filled the room.I squinted, my eyes fighting to adjust, taking in the room which looked like some sort of observation room— cold, chilling. The room was partitioned by a thick slab of glass, us and it, between us and another room. And there, I caught a f
The quiet in the car felt like it was suffocating — the kind of silence that pressed on Gabriella’s chest so that just breathing was a chore. Only the gentle radiating engine of the car and the beating of her heart could be heard.She was too scared to talk anymore, and had long since ceased her attempts at reasoning with Dante when she could see that his cold, stony expression wouldn’t budge. His fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles were white, his jaw set in that hard, unforgiving line she knew all too well. And she knew there would be no mercy for her this night. She sank back against the far end of the seat, her body glued to the door, as if that distance would shield her from his fury. It was a familiar position — one that reminded her of the first day Matteo had torn her from her father’s arms. That same impotent terror ran through her veins now, cold and paralyzing. The muffled cries from the trunk broke the silence, sending fresh shivers through her. Elio. Her mind