His Mafia Princess.

Kayla Santino.

(Trigger warning: mention of rape and abuse)

I revised my blonde wig in my car's mirror to make sure everything is in position. I want this mission to go as accurately as possible. My green lens goes well with the wig and with the heavy make-up added to my face, I look completely different.

He won't recognize me. I painted my lips a deep red to add to my made-up look, and no doubt it's eye-catching. My red little dress is long enough to cover the holster holding my gun and my switchblade knives securely.

The cold night air hits me with force making goosebumps appear on my soft skin as I exit the comfort of my car.

Adjusting my black long coat, I make my way to 'Moreno's Den' a club known for VIPs from the mafia and other famous business moguls.

It's no place for the less fortunate, perfect for doing dirty because no one gives a fuck.

I majestically step into the club with slow calculated steps making sure to add a sway on my hips as I examine the environment.

My heels click noisily on the floor but the sound is absorbed by the loud music blaring through the speakers, making this place more qualifying for what am here to do tonight.

I ignore the eyes trailing after me because tonight only one person will be honored to have my company.

And according to my informant, he's probably already here or yet to arrive. Today it's just him, and I have all the time in the world to wait for that particular someone.

Travis fucking Santiago.

I ease myself onto the high bar stool and order a whiskey, keeping my eyes on the entrance not to lose my target who is yet to arrive. I don't want to miss out on him whatsoever.

I swirl the brown liquid on my tongue loving how it burns my taste buds and down to my throat.

To think this liquid could save me, I was highly mistaken because it did nothing but give me horrendous hangovers and headaches every morning, and yet, the horrible feelings still came back doubled. I hope tonight will make me feel better.

Am here to feel better.

In our world, we live by the notion of killing or being killed. It's a matter of survival to the fittest, and being my father's only daughter am not an exception.

It's a world they don't give a fuck if you are a woman or a child provided their twisted starvation is satisfied.

6 months ago a man named Grayson Scott, my father's rival, kidnapped me to get back at him.

I mark his words ' The best way to hurt someone is by hurting the person closer to their heart" and to my father, am his only family, and he doesn't neglect to show how much I am closer to his heart.

The man Grayson, also an American mafia boss wanted an alliance with my father but he rejected his offer because the man is pure evil.

He does every kind of sick shit. From trafficking women and forcing them into prostitution also raping them is no big deal to him.

My dad didn't want that kind of business because he only specializes in guns and drugs.

So the old fucker started stealing my dad's shipments and when he retaliated he got mad and kidnapped me, tortured me, and had his men take rounds at me, after taking my innocence himself.

Just so to hurt my dad and I can attest he did. But he hurt me more than one can ever imagine.

I was hopelessly tied to a metal chair in a wet cold cell crying and begging while they had their fun. It was the hardest two weeks of my life.

I thought I could die and at that time I begged them to kill me but they laughed at my tears instead.

They kept me hungry for days, that cell was awful. It still makes my skin crawl when I think about it. It smelt of dried blood and it was foul. Anytime I tried sleeping they would wake me up with damn cold water. My body was buttered and weak.

Did they care? No

Instead, it amused them. I would watch them take photos and videos every time they abused me. Do you know what they did with them? They sent them to my father.

Sick fuckers.

After they had enough of my body, they decided to get rid of me by selling me. Yes, they're that twisted. By good luck, I was rescued by my future husband whom I haven't met yet.

I was exhausted and passed out so when I woke up in the hospital bed I was told he was the one who saved me, story for another day.

I have been to therapy after therapy but non of it worked.

I spend most of my time training to keep my mind off things but to no avail. Every time I close my eyes I see them ripping my clothes, I hear their obnoxious laughter in my head.

Fucking maniacs.

I turned to sleep pills but they make it worse because they still haunt my dreams. I always wake up screaming with a sweaty body and severe headaches. They fucked me up.

Everything just didn't work out. Fuck, I almost did drugs and contemplated suicide but my dad was always around to stop it. I fucking hated anything male, they made my body irk and I always kept my distance.

Words can't explain the trauma and depression I suffered.

My father and his boys were ready to rip them apart but I told him no. I only believe that unless I see them beg me to stop. Until I hear them howling in pain, look in my eyes and tell me sorry. Until I see their tears and watch them suffer, I would never be good again.

Taking them to hell one by one is the only cure I have to be sane again. I want them to taste the venom they created. Only then, my life will be back to normal. Even though I will never get back what I lost.

I have spent the last 3 months learning everything about them. From their families to their mistresses. I learned their schedules and every single detail of their pathetic lives. I know where their warehouses are located, their mansions, and the clubs they attend and when they do attend.

The three fuckers who are much older to be my dads think they got their victory because nothing has happened to them so far. Too bad it is always calm before the storm.

And today will be stormy for Travis Santiago,40 years. 3rd in command of Grayson Scott, never married, any kids. Lives alone in a penthouse in LA.

The fucker loves anything in a skirt, he has multiple sexual relations that I can't even count. Of course, he's into younger women. My advantage is that it makes him an easy target.

That brings us here. To taste the sweetness of revenge and hopefully my cure.

Twisted? I don't give a fuck.

They messed me up and am going to return the favor by messing them up too.

Speaking of the devil, he walks in accompanied by his guards, who sadly won't save his ass tonight. I fix my cleavage to make it more noticeable. The sucker will undoubtedly fall.

He comes towards the bar and I pretend I wasn't even aware he's here. Time to test my acting skills.

I take a slow sip from my glass and revel in its taste, the good thing am not a lightweight and I cut my alcohol intake three months ago. It's just that I have to blend in this place and I will look out of place taking water in a fucking club.

I feel his presence beside me and his eyes on my ample cleavage. Bingo.

"Hey beautiful," the familiar voice announces. I can tell that voice from anywhere because I spend two weeks of my life hearing it. Begging in my mind not to hear it again but I heard it over and over anyways.

"Hey there," I act interested

"Do you mind if I sit here?" no I need you closer and not in front of all these people.

" Not at all, help yourself" I take another sip giving him a side glance. He motions for his guards to get away and I secretly smirk. First mistake.

He sits on the chair next to mine scooting so fucking closer, he's repelling but I give him what looks like a charming smile regardless. I had to rehearse this smile for 10 minutes before I left my house, and from the looks of it, I got it right. He slyly smiles at me and I feel like puking " So what's a beautiful thing like you doing here alone ?" Thing? of course they always see women as objects they can use however they want. Sick bastards.

But this 'beautiful thing' is here to make sure you arrive in hell safely.

"Oh you know, to have some fun, just looking for a good time" I lead him on.

He smirks victoriously "I am here for a good time too, I hope we can help each other on that" he suggests and I pretend to check him out nothing on his pathetic old body impresses me, but I smile seductively anyhow" Not bad, at all" Geez, everything about his wrinkly fuck is awful.

"What's your name beautiful" Oh! you know my name, you know both of my names and my father's too. " Am Layla" I lie smoothly.

He nods checking me out, his eyes lingering on my tities longer. Power of push-up bras " What's yours" I ask to distract his horny eyes from my body because it brings me sick memories." Oh! it's Travis" Of course fuckface, I knew that already.

"How about we get out of here? there are rooms upstairs ?" he suggests the corner of his lips stretching in a wide smirk.

Fucking finally.

Always so easy when they think with their fucked up horny dicks.

I drown the remaining liquor in my glass in one gulp which he insists on paying while looking at me with amused eyes.

Yes fucker, this face is the last you are going to see so you better not forget it.

"Ready?" I fakely chirp and he smiles leading the way upstairs.

I smirk following him closely,

Blindly walking to your death because of what? a pussy?

(Warning! Mention of Violence, gore, blood..proceed with caution]

Kayla Santino

He barely closed the door before attacking my body with nasty kisses. The empty dark room brings me a sense of Deja Vu and I struggle to locate the switch to put the lights on.

"Easy there big boy, we have all night to ourselves" I mumble seductively and he reluctantly stops kissing me but he keeps his dirty hands all over my body.

"I can't help it when you're this hot" he glances at my body up and down licking his chapped lips with lust clear in his dark eyes. It makes me feel so dirty but I gotta do what I have to, to lure him into my trap.

"This hotness is only yours tonight. Be a good boy for me and get on the bed, I like taking care of my men" I whisper in his ear slowly biting my lip and he stumbles hurriedly to the bed.

Stupid.

I slowly take my coat off, exposing my little red dress and his eyes almost bulge out. I know am already naked in his mind and it causes my body to form goosebumps.

I take slow steps towards him, his eye's trailing from my long neck to my ample cleavage, to my tiny waist, my obvious curves, and finally my bare long legs.

He swallows dryly his adam apple bobbing and I can clearly see the bulge in his pants.

I internally scoff.

I slowly push him onto the bed making him lie flatly on his back. Thanks to the owner of this club, they keep in mind everyone's sexual fantasies because on each bedpost, hung silver shiny cufflinks which fuck knows I very much needed right now.

Grabbing his wrists above his head, I quickly cuffed them making his hands bonded. He didn't see it coming and he still thinks we are here for a good time. That's just for me now.

"Kinky, I see" he laments smirking. Soon that smirk will fade away. Just a little longer.

"Yeah, that stuff turns me extremely on" I bite my lip seductively and he groans. Frustrated.

Idiot.

"I can relate, now do your thing beautiful I can't wait any longer" he impatiently says. I look at his erect dick and smirk. I can't wait for the moment when I cut it off and feed it to him.

Yikes.

"Okay big boy, just allow me to bind your legs too. I love being in total control" A horny man will do anything and everything you ask for, provided you ease his erection and so when he frantically nodded I knew his end was calling out for him.

After cuffing his legs on the side of the bed posts, I gave him a satisfied smile and he smiled right back.

Excellent.

I slowly lifted the dress above my head as he watched anticipatedly. He thought I was getting naked for him but I didn't want blood on my dress. He didn't have to know that. Yet.

He looked at my red lingerie with murky lustful eyes and I gave him time to appreciate what he won't have. His eyes bulged out nervously when they saw the holster holding my gun and my three special knives.

Specifically made for me and my name 'Kay' engraved on them.

They're my badass little bitches.

"Now that we are set" I start taking the blonde wig off. I use the wipes to clean the excessive makeup from my face because it's time we reintroduce ourselves.

I live my contacts on because he'll surely remember the face he looked at when he raped me for two weeks. Every fucking day for two weeks.

Turning around to face him, a gasp leaves his lips when he finally recognizes me. Good.

"Where were we? Oh! let's reintroduce" I make my way towards him and stop when am standing directly where he can see me. " I am Kayla Santino" I smirk at the look on his face. I think by now he understands why we are here." And you are Travis Santiago how can I forget you so easily?" I force an exaggerated laugh.

"What do you want bitch, I thought you died,?" he says arrogantly anger clear in his voice.

"Oh! it's her ghost, she came to drag you to hell with her" I mock laughing. It's true though. These beasts killed the once happy girl I was.

Now am just a depressed bitch who's after revenge. I don't even know who I am anymore, am like a walking shadow of who I was.

He joins me in laughing, his famous laugh " You can't do shit. You are still that weak little bitch waiting for daddy to save her trivial pathetic ass, it didn't work for you, didn't it?" he finalizes laughing like the maniac he is.

Let's show him who this little bitch is then. I take my gloves from my coat and put them on silently staring at him.

Wordlessly, I grab one of my blades and rip his trousers and boxers, specifically the area around his dick.

"Actually, I can do shit" I mumble holding his flattened dick and balls altogether in my left hand and his eyes are not daring me anymore.

They hold fear instead. The same mine held when I watched them rip my clothes. Were they fazed? Not even a little.

I swiftly cut through the flesh with no slightest remorse on my face and blankly watch him howl in pain. Just like I did.

His cry sounds like music to my ears instead, it makes me happy that am not the one hopeless, that am no longer on the receiving end.

I shove the bloody thing in his mouth to muffle his screams and hold it there so he won't spit it out.

Gross.

"Feels good, does it? I'm just doing the women in hell a favor, because non of them deserves to be raped like you did to me Travis" I pull my hand away from his mouth and he spits out his manhood immediately. He whimpers tears of pain trailing down his face.

"Come on Travis, talk to me" I mock him twirling the blade between my fingers.

"Am not talking to you crazy bitch" he spits out. Still not ready to beg.

Good. I take my gun and waste no time shooting him in his right knee. Weak points. He wails louder but it doesn't phase me at all.

"Please" he cries out and I smirk. " Am sorry okay" We both know if he gets out of here he'll do it again and probably kill me. He's not sorry, he's trying to save his ass.

"Good, because am sorry too. People like you don't deserve to walk around freely" They kidnap and rape women and later sell them to slavery without mercy whatsoever. And they're never caught.

"That's not what I want to hear Travis" I hold his chin aggressively, "I want you to beg me to kill you," I say sternly and he gulps. Who would have known that so strong, merciless, and wicked men could also cry?

"No please" he cries out.

Unexpectedly, I cut two of his fingers and he screams bloody loudly. His body is covered with blood, sweat, and tears from the immense pain but we are not done yet.

"You tortured and raped a young girl for two weeks, I begged and begged but you didn't listen. You only laughed at my face, did you know you still haunt me to this day?" I stab his thigh deeply and twist the knife " Answer my fucking question Travis, did you know I haven't slept in 6 months?" I ask immersing the whole knife's length in his flesh.

"No.... no I don't, please forgive me" he pleads. His wrinkled forehead is sweaty.

"That's not what I want to hear" I use my gun to shoot the other knee and insert the knife in the bullet hole and twist it. The site is disgusting. Will you judge me if I told you I don't feel any ounce of pity?

"Please...please.." he cries. My father always says, 'Never leave loose ends. If you leave your enemy alive, he'll come back for you.

They could have killed me when they had a chance because am not leaving loose ends on my side.

"Please what Travis?" I mumble looking into his teary eyes.

He hesitates to stare pleadingly into my eyes, we both know what's about to happen but he chooses to delay it." please kill me" he sighs defeatedly.

I pat his cheek smiling, a real one in 6 months "That's a good choice Travis, how do you want to die? Are a good person and I feel he deserves to decide for himself how he's to meet the devil.

"Just make it quick okay," he says exasperated. Gun it is, "I hope in your next life you won't cross my path, Travis, see you in hell," I say blowing his brains out, ending his misery.

Two more.

I sigh entering the bathroom to refresh myself before putting my dress back on. When I get out am startled by a presence beside the door.

" That was an impressive sweetheart," he says tucking his hands in his pants pockets. He's tall, masculine, and man! he looks hot.

His voice is thick with a clear accent, probably not from here. Generally, he looks like a man not to be messed with.

"Thank you," I say grabbing my jacket and ready to leave." You got my room all messy, angel" he smirks and I roll my eyes.

So he's the owner of the club? The Armani suit he's wearing holds tightly to his broad arms, and his black shiny leather shoes show just how well-of he is.

"I will have someone clean it up if you excuse me, I would like to get home" I put my coat on tucking my hands in the pockets, imitating him.

"Do you know who I am?" he raises his eyebrow questioningly at me. He's attractive, he has tattoos peeking from the collars of his shirt and chest.

Deep brown eyes stare at me with a sharp jaw and a stern face. I have never seen him before.

"Nope, am I supposed to know you?" I wonder furrowing my brows in confusion.

"Soon angel, soon. I will have people clean the room. Go home" he dismisses. I leave the club with one question in mind.

Who is he?

Kayla.

I wake up screaming like every other morning. My body is all sweaty and tired, which also adds to my headache.

Great.

Taking a lot of water and painkillers every morning has become my often thing to do. I just wish I had other ways of dealing with this, I want to be normal again. I crave my old self and am gonna get that back even if it's the last thing I do.

I just need a little more time. They say time heals, so am giving time an opportunity, I sigh dragging myself to the bathroom for my morning routine.

Yesterday I arrived at midnight and my dad was worriedly waiting for me. I know he doesn't agree with me and my thirst for revenge, he feels like it's his responsibility to take care of me, but am a grown-ass woman now and this is my fight. I want to be the one to make them pay.

He feels responsible for what happened and blames himself for it. Every time I scream and wake up from nightmares the look in his eyes makes my heart clench. It hurts him to see me this way but there is nothing I could do. I have tried everything possible but my mind is just still not complying.

My Mum died when I was seven and I have to spend thirteen years with my single father. Not even once did he bring another woman home, he'll deny himself anything just to make sure am okay and comfortable. When those guys took me, they knew it will break him and it did.

He raised me well, taught me to fight, how to use weapons, and anything that will help me defend myself if need be. I never liked this life but I had to be okay with it.No one chooses where to be born and see how he was always there for me and managed to single-handedly raise me even though his job needed most of him, I couldn't disappoint him. I love him with my life that's why I could do anything for him.

Other parents would go find a nanny for a shortcut but he didn't. He prepared me breakfast every morning and he still does, drove and picked me up from school, and he bought me clothes when I couldn't figure things out.

Fuck! he even bought me my first tampons. He's been both a father and mother to me and I appreciate him so much. I know he's just scared something might go wrong and I get hurt again. I can't imagine how he felt when they sent him those videos, more reason they have to pay.

I put on my workout clothes and head downstairs. My father's men live in a different mansion. The idea of having me surrounded by more than a hundred men didn't seem good to him. I can't complain though. Knowing just what men can do, shakes me to the bones.

He's talking to someone and from the sound of it, they're chatting about me. Am not one to eavesdrop but since it pertains to me, I feel the need to.

"I will try Ace" a familiar voice addresses my father.

"I just want my daughter back, I don't know what else I should do. It breaks me to see her that way" my father's voice says breaking. Fuck.

"I will do whatever I can to help but you need to tell her," the voice says. Tell me what? is there something I should know?

"You have to look out for her Carl, I trust you man. She's all I have" he mumbles.

Curiosity makes me come out of my hiding to the dining room. Looking at the familiar guy sitting across from my father, I remember him from last night. He's the strange guy that appeared after I killed Travis. Did Dad send him?

Makes sense.

"Morning Dad" kissing his cheek, I sit in the chair next to him.

"Morning honey, are you okay?" he asks concern lacing his features. I hate worrying him this much.

"Am okay Dad" I assure him looking at the stranger with furrowed brows. It's rude staring.

"Hi?" I say. Maybe he's one of the new men my dad hired. I thought he owned the club.

He smirks, I hate when men smirk at me. It gives me chills though he is different," Hello sweetheart " he says and I avert my attention to my food without saying anything else, am eating because I don't want my dad to worry and not because am hungry.

"Honey, there's something I wanted to talk to you about" Dad starts and I nod for him to go ahead. It's time I know 'that was something they were talking about.

"Do you remember when I told you about you being betrothed?" he asks hesitantly.

" Yeah what about it, is something wrong?" I don't even care about being married to someone I don't know. I feel like trash and completely used. I don't hold the dignity I held anymore because the innocence I had got ripped away. I will understand if the man rejects me not that I need one anyway.

" Nothing is wrong honey. Their family and ours have been doing business for so long and I thought it was best to introduce him to you" he looks at me for a reaction but I just stare at him silently.

He clears his throat " Kay this is Carl Moreno your future husband" he points at the stranger I met yesterday.

Looking at him again, he's not bad at all. Six months ago I would have jumped up with joy to be acquainted with someone as sexy as him but today, the mood is just low.

He got his thick fingers tattooed too and his whole body is covered with ink. His hair is shaved on the sides and the middle roughly spiked. He's good, damn good but his appearance screams sin.

"I don't think am ready Dad" I mumble looking away from Carl to my plate of untouched food.

"I know honey, am not telling you to get married right away. I want you to get to know each other since you know...you have a future together" he sighs running fingers in his hair.

He's stressed. He does that when he's out of choices. And right now he thinks Carl will help me, so that's what they were talking about earlier.

He's a good father and if being with this man will make his mind ease up then so be it.

"It's okay Dad" I squeeze his hand assuringly. He smiles slightly looking at me " Take your time okay? We don't want to rush you with anything, just get to know him, yeah?" he softly says and I nod.

I look back at Carl and he's watching me with a look I can't decipher. I know I look like crap. Tired and stressed eyes with clear dark circles around them. I haven't had sleep for a long time, the most I ever slept in an hour and woke up in the middle of the night screaming. So most nights I watch movies or do anything other than lie down because honestly, am scared of my dreams.

I sigh standing up " I will be in the gym" I kiss my dad's cheek exiting the room. I feel tired and am not in the mood of working out today so decided to lie on one of the benches and listen to music through my headphones instead.

So immersed in my world, I didn't notice when someone entered, dangerous if you asked me. The tap on my shoulder made me open my eyes to see carl, I look at him confused. Did he need anything?

"Hey" I mumble lowering the headphones " Do you need something " I add.

"I came to talk, anything you want to know about me?" he asks sitting beside me. What should I even ask him? I can't think about anything right now.

"Thanks for saving me, I appreciated it," I say. Am thankful because I don't know what would have happened if they managed to sell me.

"It's no problem, it was the right thing to do," he says like it's no big deal.

"You know am not ready right?" I ask him hopefully. I don't think am ready for a relationship now because I will just be a burden to him. I haven't even fucked anyone since then.

My body just repels the idea.

"I know, like your father said we are not pushing you to do anything, I just want you to know that am here and you can always count on me" he assures

"Okay," I mumble and we sit in silence. I prefer silence nowadays just keeping my thoughts to myself. I haven't opened up to anyone since. When I had to visit the therapists, I used to sit there quietly because every time I would think or talk about it, was like having it happen again so I thought it would be better if I just tried to forget about it. Assume it never happened.

"There is a ball this Saturday, you should come with me as my plus one" he breaks the silence.

"Do you think it's a good idea? am not the people" I don't want to be in a place where am not comfortable.

"It is, some of your targets will be there. You could take advantage of that" he smirks knowingly.

Now we are talking. I was supposed to meet my next target on Friday Gabriel Bane.

He has a wife and two little girls. I wonder how a grown-ass man with two daughters had so much courage to defile someone else's. Am not that hurtless enough to hurt them though. So I planned to take care of just him.

The kids and their mother don't have to pay for the sins of that bastard.

"Okay, what time?"

"I will pick you up at 7," he says getting up "You won't mind if I have your number right?" he asks motioning for my phone.

Does it matter? I hand him my phone and watch him save his number. He's really good-looking and I wonder why he would even agree to the alliance. Some situations in a mafia require sacrifices, just like the way we can't choose who to be with because it's what's good for business.

"Why did you agree to this? You know you can opt-out right? You're the boss now and you can easily find another way to keep the alliance" I wonder out loud.

He looks at me intently and sighs "I have my reasons" he hands me back the phone "One thing you should know, you were mine the day you were born, just remember that" he says croakily and I roll my eyes.

"You don't roll your eyes at me angel" he scolds playfully

" Yeah, whatever "I mumble getting up to leave but he holds my hand. I look at the hand he's holding and raise an eyebrow at him " Call me" he says softly.

Opening the door to my room, my heart jumps wildly at the sight before me.

On my bed is a black rose, with the sharpest thorns. Like the person who selected that specific one, with a folded paper. I carefully open the note with the red cursive writing;

'I finally found you'