Chapter 5 I'll Do Anything

FIONA

"Oh God, oh God!" I cried as I walked down my old street; the rain poured down on me as I sobbed my heart out. Everything I knew was a lie. I'd been deceived all my life. My so-called parents had ruined me for good.

How do I even begin to live again?

I could see my misty breath as I wailed in pain and anguish. I heard a car drive past, but I didn't look up. Then someone approached. I tried to circle around them, but they grabbed me. I screamed in terror.

"No!" I cried out as a tall man dragged me towards an open black car. Not again! "Let me go, let me go, you idiot!"

He forced me into the backseat and shut the door as I struggled to escape.

"Go!" He yelled at the driver. "Aieee!"

He howled in pain when I bit his hand. He slapped me across the face, and the other man in the back seat held a cloth to my face, and I slowly felt darkness wash over me.

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I gasped awake and jolted upright. I realized I was in a bedroom, sitting on a queen-sized poster bed with pink lace. It definitely wasn't mine. I slipped off the bed and frowned at the gold-colored PJs I was wearing.

I had been kidnapped!

"Where the hell am I?" I rushed to the window and discovered a large compound below; several hard-faced-looking men in dark suits walked about. I jogged for the door. Luckily, it was unlocked. I ran into a hallway.

A youngish woman in a housekeeper uniform holding a tray of tea smiled at me. "Signora?"

I rushed past her.

"Wait!" The woman called after me.

I hurried down the stairs. I needed to get out of here!

"Ow!" I yelped. Someone caught me as soon as I got to the landing.

"Hold it!" A man growled.

"Hey, let go of me!" I screamed. "Let go, I'm calling the police!"

"There's no police saving you, sweetheart." He said viciously. So, I sunk my knee hard into his groin.

He swore and let go, but as soon as I turned to run. Another man caught me.

"Alright, fun's over." The other man, who had a scar slashed across his cheek, sneered at me. "Come with me quietly, and I won't let Bubba here nail you with a bullet."

I gasped, turning to look at the large, red-faced man flashing a gun at me.

I turned to Scarface in horror. It was no use resisting.

"Good girl." He smiled and took my hand, leading me down a hallway. My teeth clattered in fright.

"Who are you?" I managed.

"No one important." He replied.

"I don't have any money." I stated.

And he threw his head back and laughed at me.

We got to a door, and Bubba pushed it open.

Behind a large oakwood desk was a man sitting in a high chair. His face was marked by age, his hair was silver-grey, and he had tan skin. He had to be Italian, and he wore a white shirt and tie. There was a chair in the middle of the room.

"Don, the little mouse is awake." Scarface announced.

The Don stared at me. I swallowed hard and glared back.

"Listen to me, you...assholes, if you think you can just kidnap me for no reason, there will be consequences!" I snapped.

Scarface gripped my arm tightly. "Show some respect, you little broad."

"Ow!" I hissed. "You're hurting me!"

"You deserve more for hurting my little brother." Scarface sneered.

I glanced at Bubba, who glared at me. I realized he was younger than I expected. He couldn't be more than twenty-one.

"Enough." The Don thundered.

I clenched my hands at my sides.

"Have a seat, my dear." The Don offered.

"No!" I declined.

"Yes!" Scarface forced me down on the chair.

I gripped my fingers. My thoughts raced to Crompton. Was he part of a gang or something? Had I messed with a Mafia member?

The Don stood and walked towards me. He studied me.

"What do you want from me?" I asked.

"You have my mother's eyes." The Don said softly.

My lips parted in surprise.

"You and Vinny have my nose." The Don continued, his eyes drifting to Scarface, who glared at me.

"What?" I whispered.

The Don cupped my jaw and glared at Bubba. "Please, you must forgive your brother for hitting you. Dante doesn't quite understand his strength with women."

Bubba, who happened to be Dante, scoffed defensively. "She bit me, and then she tried to crush my balls!"

"Hold on a minute!" I snapped. "What's this about? Who the hell touched my clothes? Eyes? My brother?!"

"Half-brothers." Vinny corrected.

I leveled my eyes at The Don.

"You see, Fiona." The Don spoke with a little cold smile, gesturing to the men. "I'm your father, and these are your brothers."

I widened my eyes. "No, no, it can't be-"

"Of course it is," the Don said. "I knew it from the moment I saw you, and believe me, I already did a DNA test; we're blood. You're a Spinelli."

"Spinelli?" I leaned back in my seat. "L...like, the Spinelli crime-"

"My dear child," the Don interrupted. "We're not criminals as the media says; we're merely business people."

I glared at him. "Tell that to all the people you've killed over the years."

The Don shrugged. "I call it liabilities."

I lifted my arms up in disbelief and stood. "I need to leave right now. I don't care if you say you're my father. I've never needed one!"

I turned around, and Dante aimed his gun at me.

"I have plans for you, Fiona," The Don placed his hands on my shoulders; a cold shiver ran down my spine. "Like all Spinellis, we have a strong loyalty to the family. To me."

"What the hell are you saying?" I pulled away and faced him with a bitter laugh. "You want me to join a bunch of criminals because we're related?"

"We're not criminals." Vinny corrected.

"I suppose I'll have to earn your trust along the way, but just to make this clear." The Don snapped his fingers.

The doors burst open. Three people were dragged in by goons, bags over their heads, and they were tied up. The goons forced them to kneel.

"I understand your pain," The Don began. "Betrayed by the people you loved."

The goons took off the bags. I gasped upon seeing my adopted parents and Crompton. Their mouths were gagged.

"Omigod." I muttered. Crompton was covered in blood and bruises. He stared at me with a defeated look.

How did he get out of jail?

"And I can take all the pain and misery away." The Don continued.

"What are you doing?" I demanded quietly. My feet were frozen to the floor.

"Nobody hurts a Spinelli and gets away with it." The Don hissed.

The sound of the gunshot caused me to jump. A neat bullet hole had pierced Compton's forehead; he fell with a thud, blood splattered across the floor.

I let out a shriek of horror and covered my lips.

Lionel and Donna struggled with groans and pleading eyes.

"I'm asking you to join us, Fiona." Don Spinelli said.

"You're insane!" I yelled in outrage.

"He abused you for years!" Don Spinelli pointed at Lionel. "He knew you weren't his blood, and she hid my child away from me for two decades; there are worse ways to hurt a man!"

I wiped my eyes. "Please let them go, I'm begging you."

"They don't deserve my forgiveness." Don Spinelli said.

The goons aimed their rifles at my adopted parents. A gunshot went off.

I fell to my knees and sobbed as I looked up at the cold man who was my father. I saw my adopted parents unhurt; the goons had missed the shot and were prepared to fire again.

"Please, I'll do anything!" I pleaded.

"Anything, my child?" Don Spinelli asked.

I nodded.

A cold smile slit across his face. "Welcome to the family."