Falling For The Mafia Boss: Under The Mask

Angel's POV

The New Year had just begun and I couldn't have been happier. My parents always make it a point to visit me at the start of the new year, and it fills me with joy.

For years, I had been curious about where they lived while leaving me in the care of my nanny Erica, but I had never been able to find out.

"Are you this happy, Angel? You seem to be giggling constantly," my mother, Lucia Nelson, remarked, noticing my beaming smile.

"Mom, I am thrilled to see you both. It's been too long and I've missed you so much," I exclaimed cheerfully.

Lucia's face fell as she responded, "We're sorry, honey. Ever since you were a baby, we've only been able to see you once a year. We wish it could be different."

Feeling deflated, I said, "Mom, why bring that up now? We were having a wonderful moment, and you just had to go and spoil it. It's not like you'll stick around if I start crying and throw a tantrum."

"We know how you're feeling, Angel, but things are going to change soon. Before you know it, we'll all be together as one big, happy family, making up for the time we've lost before you turn twenty. Just one more year to go," my father, Hudson Nelson, comforted me. I nodded slowly, a touch of sadness in my heart, feeling helpless to alter the circumstances.

Hudson smiled, attempting to lift the mood. "Let's enjoy our meal and not let this bring us down," he proposed. But Just as we were about to lift our spoons again, the door suddenly burst open, and we jumped to our feet, rushing into the living room.

Upon entering, our eyes widened in terror at the sight of three people brandishing guns, with the man in front wearing a mask.

Hudson dropped to his knees. "Ve...nom."

I was too stunned to process what was happening; my father knew the name of the man.

The three enigmatic men approached us, and with each step they took, my heart raced with fear.

They halted in front of my father, while my mother held me tightly, trying to calm my trembling, but her embrace did little to ease my anxiety. I continued to shake in her arms.

"It's been so many years since we last met," the man Hudson called Venom said, his mask still firmly on his face.

Even though his face was concealed, his voice, presence, and aura could instill such fear in anyone nearby that they would tremble to the point of death.

The faces of the other two were visible-a man and a woman-both wearing cold expressions that made it clear they were not to be trifled with.

"Venom, please forgive me... Have mercy, I have a family now," a desperate plea escaped Hudson's lips. A low chuckle emanated from Venom, one that could make anyone pee on themselves in terror.

"Should I show you mercy?" Venom asked, his voice icy and laced with sarcasm.

Hudson nodded quickly, tears streaming down his cheeks.

I looked at my father's tear-streaked face. Even though I had never spent much time with him, this was the first time I had witnessed him cry and appear so frightened.

I turned my gaze away from him and looked up at my mother, who was also in tears.

My nanny took the day off since my parents are here, so it's just me and my parents at home.

I gazed at the masked man, struggling to comprehend the chaos unfolding around me.

He crouched down in front of my father.

"You bring me pain, but it won't end with just you. Your entire family will suffer and die in misery," Venom said, pressing his cold gun against Hudson's head, who trembled in fear.

"Please, if you want to kill me, go ahead. I won't fight it, but please spare my family. I'm begging you, Venom," Hudson pleaded, tears streaming down his face.

"You don't deserve a family. I'll erase you all from this world, and in your next life, you'll steer clear of me and my loved ones," Venom declared. Without a moment's hesitation, he yanked the gun away from Hudson's head and fired a bullet into Hudson's right leg.

Hudson screamed in agony, but Venom didn't give him a chance to recover from the initial pain before shooting him in the left leg, eliciting another piercing cry.

At that moment, Hudson's life flashed before him, and all he could feel was agony.

I watched my father being tortured, and I could feel his pain. Yet, there was nothing I could do to help him; all I could do was cry and watch as he endured torment at the hands of the merciless stranger.

"Your cries are like a sweet melody to my ears, and I can't get enough," Venom said coldly, positioning the gun against Hudson's left eye.

"Venom, please... have mercy... on..." Before Hudson could finish his plea, Venom shot him in the eye.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Hudson screamed in agony, a twisted smirk creeping across Venom's face.

My eyes widened in horror, but my mother quickly pulled me close, pressing my face against her chest.

If I felt this way, I could only imagine how my mother was feeling, watching my father being slowly killed by this cold-blooded man.

I also couldn't help but wonder why my mom wasn't doing anything or saying a word to stop him from taking Dad's life.

Did she know about this too? I can't help but question myself, but I can feel my mother's body trembling against mine, her soft movements barely audible.

Hudson lay flat on the floor, already devoid of life.

"You don't deserve to say goodbye to your family," Venom said, shooting Hudson twice in the heart. Hudson went limp, blood pooling around him like an ocean.

Finally, Venom turned his gaze to Lucia, whose eyes were swollen and red.

"Please, don't kill me and my daughter; we're innocent," Lucia pleaded as I clung tightly to my mother once more.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out beside my ear, and my mother's grip on me loosened, leaving me in a state of shock and terror, convinced that she had been shot.

The thought of losing my mother was unbearable, and before I could turn around, darkness enveloped me as I collapsed to the floor.

The fear of witnessing my parents' lifeless bodies before that man could take my life overwhelmed me, and I lost consciousness.

In that case, I'll also meet my end while I'm unconscious.

Angel's POV

I slowly opened my eyes, only to be greeted by complete darkness. It felt as if my life had been drained from me as I weakly propped myself up. The coldness of the floor seeped into my bones, and I felt utterly helpless in the pitch-black room.

I was taken aback by the realization that I was still alive-or was I? Had I somehow been cast into hell? My mind raced with these unsettling questions.

Disoriented and overwhelmed, I felt utterly miserable and pathetic I couldn't shake the sense of despair. Just then, my stomach let out a loud growl, reminding me of my hunger.

I was starving, but could I really eat in a situation like this? Slowly, I pushed myself up from the floor, my legs unsteady and weak beneath me.

I began to feel the wall with my hands, hoping to stumble upon a door or window. To my surprise, my hand brushed against a doorknob. I twisted it and cautiously peeked outside.

I notice many people, both ladies and men, walking around, but their clothing and expressions seem strange to me.

Suddenly, a memory flashes back-perhaps it's from earlier, or maybe it's a new day. The outfits of those passing by remind me of the two individuals who trailed behind the masked man.

Tears begin to stream down my face as I recall the horrific scene of my father's brutal torture before he was killed, and how my mother was also murdered by that merciless man.

Why didn't he kill me alongside my parents? Did he simply want to torment me like my father before ending my life? The thought of it brought painful tears to my eyes.

What could be more agonizing than witnessing my parents being murdered right before me? I began to hear the people around me talking about my father, and I listened intently.

"That criminal's daughter was brought to the clan yesterday. I can't believe the boss chose to bring her here instead of just getting rid of her," a young girl remarked as she walked alongside three others.

"What do you expect? He brought her here to make her experience the same pain her father caused him and his mother," another lady responded.

"I can't stand her. I wish she would just die already. She has her father's blood in her veins, and I know she's just like him," a third lady added.

"Don't say that; she might be innocent and unaware of everything," the last lady interjected, but the others shot her a glare.

"Are you really defending that family? Do you have any idea how much pain they've caused our boss, turning him into the person he is now? If he were here, you'd have been killed by now," the first lady retorted.

"Okay, I get it. I'm not defending them, but why are you all looking at me like that?" the last lady replied, but the others just rolled their eyes and walked away.

"I said I'm sorry! Please wait for me!" The lady hurried after them, and when they disappeared from view, I broke down in tears.

"What could my father have done to the devil and his mother that I have to suffer like this?" Tears streamed down my face as I pondered the unfairness of it all. But when I finally lifted my head, my heart raced as I noticed a man watching me through the small hole I had been peeking through. Without thinking, I closed the door.

Oh my gosh! Who is that? Is he here to kill me? His expression is blank, and he looks menacing, but he doesn't have the same terrifying presence as the man who murdered my parents.

I waited for a few minutes, but no one attempted to open the door. I opened it again, and there was still no one in sight. I let out a sigh of relief.

I stepped out of the room, I could sense my disheveled appearance-I felt grimy and knew I must smell bad since I hadn't bathed.

As I kept moving forward, I didn't come across anyone, but the deeper I went, the more I caught the enticing aroma of fried chicken. My stomach growled in response, reminding me just how hungry I was.

Despite the dire situation I found myself in, an unexpected wave of hunger hit me. Whether I was on the brink of death or survival, I couldn't resist the enticing aroma that beckoned me. I followed the scent and soon found myself in the kitchen.

There, a tray overflowing with chicken caught my eye, and my mouth watered instantly. I grabbed a chicken and took a huge bite, devouring it hungrily and quickly, hoping to finish before anyone noticed me. But just as I was about to take another bite, a sudden scream pierced the air.

"Thief! There's a thief in the kitchen!" the woman screamed, prompting another maid to rush to the door. Meanwhile, I took another bite of the chicken in my hand, continuing to chew despite the chaos around me.

Suddenly, four burly men burst into the kitchen, sending a jolt of fear through me. Two of them seized my arms and dragged me out of the kitchen, taking me to who knows where.

The chicken slipped from my grasp as I continued to chew the piece in my mouth, anxiety bubbling up inside me about what would happen next.

The fear was evident on my face until I laid eyes on him-the heartless man who had murdered my parents, the masked figure who had ripped away my only family. Though I loathed him and longed to take my revenge, terror consumed me as I trembled in the grip of the two men holding me.

We halted in front of Venom who had been watching me from a distance. As we approached, I noticed another man beside him; he had a softer demeanor and didn't seem as intimidating as Venom.

"Boss, she stole from the kitchen- not just any food, but the meal specifically prepared for you," one of the men holding me said. I glanced up at the masked man, unable to read his expression, but I could feel that I was in deep trouble.

"You don't make eye contact with the boss." The second man holding me struck me in the face, and I lowered my head in pain.

"What do you plan to do with her, Venom?" the man beside him inquired.

"After what your father did, you still dare to steal from me," Venom replied, his tone laced with a smirk, yet his voice remained menacing and intimidating.

"Take her to the dungeon."

Angel's POV

As soon as Venom spoke, the two men began dragging me away, my gaze still fixed on the floor. I was filled with dread about what awaited me in the dungeon, trembling with fear as they pulled me from Venom's view.

"I don't think this is right," Zachary interjected. "The girl seems too innocent for the punishment you're planning. Why not just end it all and kill her now?"

"You have no right to dictate my actions. She'll endure the same suffering her father inflicts on my mother, wishing for death each day, yet it will always elude her," Venom said icily before walking away, leaving Zachary in stunned silence.

"Did he really just speak to me like that? This guy is insane and utterly baffling at times. That poor girl," Zachary muttered, a wry smile creeping onto his face.

Following Grandfather Cosimo, Venom emerged as the next in command, exuding an air of authority that overshadowed Zachary, Cosimo's son. Despite Zachary's lineage, both men have their own behavior, Venom's menace was evident, while Zachary's power lurked behind his charming smile, only revealing itself when provoked.

As Venom entered the dungeon, the dimly lit space revealed faint silhouettes of those inside. The moment he stepped in, his imposing presence filled the room.

He approached me; I was tied up to a chair, and he gripped my chin tightly, causing me to wince in pain.

With a firm lift of my chin, he brought my face closer to his masked visage, where only his mouth and eyes were exposed. Those eyes bore into me, and a sense of fear waved inside me.

"Are you really that eager to see your parents? Don't fret; I'll ensure you experience a slow death before you reunite with them," Venom murmured, his grip on my chin tightening as tears began to stream down my face.

He released my chin and stood tall.

"Strip her," Venom ordered one of the six men in the dungeon. The man approached me without hesitation, grasping my gown.

"What are you doing? Let me go!" I shouted, desperately trying to stop the man from tearing away my gown. But he ignored my pleas and swiftly ripped it off, leaving me in just my bra and panties.

"Untie her and place her on the table," Venom's commanding voice rang out once more. I turned to him, tears streaming down my face, feeling utterly helpless.

"Please, don't do this to me. I'm begging you. I promise I won't touch anything again until you decide to end me at once," I pleaded as the man untied me. It felt like I was begging a statue, as Venom remained unmoved in his position. The man laid me down on the table, forcing me to lie on my chest and...

Bound my hands above my head and stepped back, leaving me feeling exposed and ashamed in just my bra and panties in front of so many men. It was a situation I never imagined I would find myself in.

"Each of you should take a whip and strike her hard; you won't stop until I say so," Venom commanded, his hands in his pocket pants.

Panic surged through me as my eyes widened in terror, but before I could fully process what was happening, one of the men stepped forward and brought the whip down across my back.

My screams pierce the air, each one a painful reminder of the whip lashing against my body. It's a heavy instrument, and given my petite body, I know I won't be able to withstand this for much longer.

The whip continues to strike relentlessly as the first man shows no signs of stopping until he's finally tired, allowing another to take his place.

My back is already marred with bruises and blood, and despite my cries, Venom remains unmoved, standing there like a statue, unyielding.

The men continued to take their turns until I could no longer scream, my vision blurring as I felt myself drifting toward unconsciousness.

"Enough," Venom finally commanded after what felt like hundreds of lashes had struck my back.

"Don't call a doctor for her. Leave her here until tomorrow morning," he said, his tone devoid of any compassion.

"Understood, boss," the men replied. Venom shot me one last cold, heartless glare before striding out of the dungeon, followed by the others.

They turned off the lights, leaving me in the darkness just before I closed my eyes and slipped into unconsciousness.

The Next Day...

I slowly opened my eyes, still in the dungeon, but the lights remained off. A sharp pain radiated from my back, and I felt incredibly weak.

Tears began to stream down my face. "What did I do wrong? I can't take this anymore; I just want to die" I thought, but my mind couldn't linger on those thoughts for long before the door swung open and the lights flickered on.

A man approached me and untied me before pulling me off the table. I cried out in agony as he dragged me down, every part of my body screaming in pain.

I struggled to walk, as he pulled me out of the dungeon, ignoring my cries of pain.

Everyone around me seemed so cruel, but I couldn't shake Venom from my thoughts-he was beyond heartless.

As the man dragged me along, some bystanders began recording while others laughed at my misery.

"She looks so pathetic, but I bet she still has no idea that worse is coming," a lady remarked, prompting a chorus of laughter from the others.

"Yet, I can't help but be infatuated with her ass; I wish boss could let me have a taste of her," a man remarked, his words dripping with crude desire. The others laughed at my expense, tears streaming down my face in anguish.

"What did I do to deserve this? I wish I could hate my father right now," I thought, my heart heavy with sorrow as the man finally halted in front of the door to the darkroom I had exited.

He flung the door open, tossed me inside, and slammed it shut behind me. I hit the cold floor with a thud, and the pain in my body intensified.

I struggled to get up, but before I could, the door creaked open once more, and someone stepped inside, approaching me.