Nasty Games: Playing With The Ruthless Mafia

Hatred is one of those emotions that arises when a person loaths you. You despise that person to the point that even the most insignificant actions on their part infuriate you.

That person is my father. I abhor him. I am appalled by his brazenness and how he interacts with others. Simply say, I despise him. A part of me wants to love him so badly that I often think about the times in the past when we had a healthy relationship. Still, those happy days never seem to come to my mind anymore because of how cruel he is.

He believes that I will follow him simply because I am his child. Oh, hell no, but I bet he wants me to. I owe him that I am for I am now, but he doesn't see me as her daughter at all. He is my father. Even though I should adore him, I don't. I despise him so much.

My older brother, Igor, yelled at us, "Bora, get your fat ass over here!" I heaved a sigh and rolled my eyes. "Going!" I yelled before jumping off of my bed and walking to his bedroom.

My brother is Igor Huessef Mafianni, and he's 22 years old. He is the heir to the business that my father founded. Still, despite his endearing personality and generosity, he is completely insane. Even though he makes it look like he does not dislike my father, he acts as though he does. Because of that, neither he nor I give a crap about him, even when I curse him and his sentiments.

Igor is the best, and he is always there for me.

He shows love to me as a brother and a sister at the same time. Because of that, he has my admiration. When my dad is being a jerk, he makes sure to check on me, treat me, and attend to my needs. Always and forever.

I proceeded down the hallway until I reached the end, where his room was located. I see him working at his desk as soon as I enter the door.

"What do you want?" I entered his room and headed to his bed.

"Before anything else, step away from my bed. And secondly, about Emir Alffiaco, if you wish to see him, you must be interrogated by your father. The name sounds familiar, isn't it?" He continued typing whatever he was writing, and I responded affirmatively.

"But listen, if you don't want to face him, I could tell Father, or I could go do it myself. If you don't want to." I'll love you even more if you know it. He faced me by turning his chair around.

The cruel enemy's name is Emir Alffiaco. He was a horrible man. When I say terrible, I mean awful. I'm talking about the kind of evil that involves prostitution rings and the exploitation of young women. To make my life a living misery, he is exploiting even the mafia. I will not stop seeking justice to ensure that he rots away in the deepest part of hell.

"Igor, everything is in order. I am capable of dealing with it, and if you had told father that I did not wish to, he would have yelled at me and called me a coward. You are familiar with how things work." I get out of bed and walk over to his desk to take a look at the sketchbook he has there.

Igor is a very talented artist. We have something in common because of that. Even though we share a connection over ideas, he is an excellent artist, and his works can be found in a gallery. "He said you should interrogate the enemy today because he's had him down there for about a week, and he needs information ASAP, so he needs you for it." My eyes were drawn to the sketchbook, but he quickly took it away and stuffed it in the cabinet.

"Fine, and I like the drawing. You're still drawing her, huh?" I look at his brown eyes with a pitiful expression as I empathize with him.

"Yeah, I am. Today is the anniversary. I will carry it to the cemetery as a gift for her where she rests." He takes his book out of his bag and shows me the drawing.

It was just stunning. She looks like a deity with her light brown eyes, long wavy hair, long, thick eyelashes, and beautiful brown melanin skin. In the bottom right corner of the drawing, I found the message "To my love Valentina, forever and always," along with a red rose. She has always had a soft spot for roses.

"I cannot believe it has been four years since we last saw her. I miss her, especially how she used to laugh at our lame jokes." When I put the sketch down, my brother's expression changed to disappointment.

"Bora, I miss her as much as you do, and it hurts. It's been four years of hell, and there's still no trace of her." He let a tear roll down to his cheek.

I put my hand over my brother's chin and forced him to look at me. I looked straight into his eyes.

"Igor, I know it will hurt you, but you have to have faith in me. I don't want to offer you false hope by stating that we'll find her because none of us are certain of that. Until then, remain strong for her." He envelops me in an embrace. Today is so emotional, causing a tightness in my chest.

Seeing my brother in this state causes me a lot of pain. He loved her deeply, and his feelings for her have not changed. Because none of us had a clear idea of what had happened with Valentina, this messes with all of us. She was kind and naive; she would never have dreamed of hurting anyone.

It happened all of a sudden. One day, she was on her way to come over to our house. But never showed up, and ever since that time, there has been no hint whether she is still alive or not. They thought she had passed away, but they never located a body. Since we don't know what happened to her, we buried an empty casket, and it continues to cause Igor pain to this day.

"Okay, get off of me and go do what Dad asks before he comes and screams at me." He distanced himself and let out a lighthearted chuckle, which caused me to smile and laugh along with him.

"Yeah, whatever. You should go to the cemetery now. And if there is anything else you need, you can text me. I will get something to eat before I go into the basement because I do not want to argue with a man while I am hungry." I stood up and messed with his hair.

"Okay, sis. Show to that motherfucker what will happen when he messes with us." I respond by saying, "I will," as he walks away to use the restroom

After talking to Igor, I went to the kitchen to get something to eat. Since my mother had just made spaghetti, I ate what was left. Mother cooks good food.

"I am present."

"So, what?" Father said. As I open the door, I look at my father, who is close to Emir's cell.

"Lower your voice, Bora. And maybe if you come next to me, you'll know how irritating you are." I rolled my eyes.

It doesn't matter what you say. I know you always hated every inch of me.

"I assumed you could inform me what happened from this. Now let me know the complete details." I didn't move from where I stood as I waited for him to tell me what to do next.

"Ask him, I don't care what you do. You're going to do the same thing whatever the fuck this asshole did. But whatever you do, be it torture or castration, don't kill him. Because if you do, there will be consequences. Do you understand?" he said. "I'll be out. Do whatever you usually do to have fun." He retrieves the keys and opens the cell. At this point, I cautiously approached the cell, where I found a man bound to a chair.

I continue walking until I am in front of him. I stoop down to meet him at eye level. He had cuts and bruises all over his body, blood on his clothes, and a puddle of blood and water resting at his feet.

"Wake up, sleeping beauty." I stand up, pull his head back, and take a few steps backward.

"Oh, Bora, what do we have here. Or should I call you the demon dressed as a bitch?" He smirked as he lifted his head, looking around at the basement. He still has the guts to talk, not caring what situation he is in. "Since our last meeting, you look better now. I've noticed more tits and asses now." He chuckles, prompting me to give him a jab in the face. Go on, you dirty asshole.

"Come on, princess, let's make a deal." He gives me a smirk while looking at me.

"I don't do deals with guys who treat girls as objects." I lower myself to his level by kneeling.

"Oh, darling Bora, that's what you and the other girls are: objects. Nothing is more than to obey us and do as we command." He raises his head ever-so-slightly and looks at me while licking his lips.

I remove the knife from its sheath and place it in the middle of his neck, ensuring that it is firmly pointed to his skin.

"There is no right for us ladies to obey you because of your pervert tiny dick. This is where we will turn the rolls now. You need to do as I say."

"You wish."

"I see you're having a good time. All right, then."

After giving the knife a slight gliding motion, I stabbed him in the thigh, causing him to scream out in anguish.

"You bitch!" He screamed, and I turned the knife in his leg, which caused his wail to echo throughout the room.

"You're the one who got the confidence to object to me. I have the upper hand here. Now, I will ask you a question, and every time you don't answer, it is either I cut off your finger or you will hurt yourself. It's that simple. Let's get this done." I remove the knife from his thigh and wipe it down with my finger.

"Where are you keeping the girls?" After walking in circles around him, I stopped in front of him and placed the knife close to his face.

"I don't care. Do you think I'll tell you, and you will kindly just listen to what I say? I need to fucking die before I tell you." He sputtered. I was getting more and more irritated and impatient.

I get the knife out of my pocket and stab his other thighs before turning it and sliding it down his leg. He yells out in excruciating pain, begging me to stop, but I don't want to listen to his nasty words anymore. I need to finish this soon.

"Spill before I cut your fingers off, Emir." I remove the knife from his leg, causing him severe pain, before stabbing him again.

"Fuck you, bitch! There is a storage facility located in Germany! Let me fucking go!" Emir screamed. That's the kind of thing I enjoy a lot. Waiting for the sinners to shout and beg for mercy.

"Good. The address comes next." I started by stepping on his foot and holding the knife near to his finger while it was still in my hand.

"Come on now, princess. I gave you a clue. No more shits to ask. Cutting my fingers won't do shit." Because of what he said, I am now enraged.

"It won't, but this will." I held the knife tightly and chopped his ear off. I slowly move it closer to his ear while he yells in agony as I do so. After I removed his entire ear, I tossed it to the ground.

His shouts filled the room, and I couldn't help but laugh at how uncomfortable he was.

"Now, the next ear."

"No! Okay, the address is ---- Brooklyn Street. It appears to be deserted, but you need only enter through the back door. Now, I beg you, please stop. I regret what I said!" He swiftly yelled, "Begging is not going to help the situation you are in right now!" I walk over to the table where the other weapons are and lay the knife down.

"And keeping me here won't get you all the information you want now, would it?" He spits all over the floor.

I walked up to him again and gave him a satanic grin before telling him, "But trust me, Emir, you're in for one wild ride."

"Princess, you will soon be a prostitute. When I get out of here, I'll make sure to find you, and when I do, trust me, I'll fuck you like the little whore you are. The name Sinner is nothing but a front for the little screwed-up girl that you are. You're doing daddy's dirty job because he can't do it himself. And when I get out of here, I'll make sure to find you." He spat blood after talking nonsense.

He believes that saying those words to me will cause me pain. No, I've sacrificed far too much to care about meaningless phrases. I will not go back to my traumatic past, where I could not express what I really wanted and fight for my rights. The fact that he believes I am not capable of killing him and that I have remorse for doing so infuriates me. And because he made me feel this, I will surely kill him.

As I approach him and pull his hair back, I look into the brown eyes staring back at me. They are currently screwed up because of being beaten.

"You believe that me being the devil in disguise is a front, don't you? You are a complete moron, but you really do enjoy fooling around. Don't you? I'll show you what this princess is capable of."

"Bite me, love."

I throw a punch to the side of his face, and I hear a crack. When I look down and see that I broke his nose, I throw a punch to his stomach, which causes him to cough. After that, I pull open his shirt to look for the tattoos I am confident he has. As soon as I saw them, I pulled out my knife and skinned them off of him, which caused him to yell curses at me.

"Was this enough torture for you? Do you want me to show you more?"

"Bora, you have never scared me, and you never will," he said. "You are nothing more than a scared little girl who is terrified of how her father will treat her and the consequences that will follow if she disobeys him."

He thinks that what is going on is some kind of comedy. I will show you the real deal then.

"Emir, I'm not afraid at all. I don't have any fear of my own father, even though you and my mother both wish that I did. I don't take shit from men who are pieces of shit. You understood that and would wish you had never even met me." I reached over and took another knife off the table, this time pressing it against his neck.

"I did, though. It was worth it. Don't you think, princess?" He let out a chuckle, and then he coughed after that.

"Bora, stop!" Even though my dad was yelling at me, I didn't notice him. I didn't give a fuck about what he had to say.

"Shut up!" I yelled at him quite loudly.

Emir spewed out the words, "Still the scared bitch you were before," while I still had the knife in his throat.

He spoke before I slit his throat with the knife and ended his fucking existence. "See you in hell, love."

"I'm already there," I stated nonchalantly as I smoothly moved the knife across his throat, causing blood to splash all over my clothes and face.

"Are you completely out of your mind? I warned you not to kill him, but the very next thing you did is outrageous!" After my dad had raised his voice, I had no choice but to turn around in annoyance.

"Calm down, father. He was playing around, plus he was going to die anyway. I only brought about his demise early, so you won't have the hassle." I gave him a shrug and walked to the door, but he stopped me.

"I would've killed him way back if you hadn't let him go."

"Look, I had my reasons for letting him die. I don't want to mess with him anymore in any way, okay? Permit me to rest and go to my bedroom now."

"You should've let your ex-boyfriend tell me more details."

"But I didn't. Is that clear? His death resolves the problem, so here is our last chance to say goodbye." I broke free from his hold, ran up to the stairs, and slammed the door behind me.

As soon as I walked down the stairs, I made my way to the kitchen. I saw my mother preparing chicken pesto for dinner.

"Hi, Mom." I walked over to my mother and gave her a peck on the cheek. "Hello, Bora, how was your day?"

"Fine, mom." I'm sitting on the counter when I say, "Just dad always wants to bud into my personal life like he gives a fuck," which means that he doesn't respect my privacy.

In a calm tone, she said, "Get off my counter, you little girl. Your father just wants to be involved in your life. You are her daughter."

I love the sound of my mother's voice, especially when she gets angry, and her French and Italian accents come out. However, even when mom is yelling at me, her voice has a calming effect on me. Her voice and eyes, God, her light brown eyes are stunning, as is her hair, but what really stands out about her is her personality. I inherited traits from my mother and father, but my paternal ancestry is more prominent.

"He had the opportunity to be part of my life for the entire 18 years that I have been alive, Mom. But he threw it away for what? He does that to demonstrate to his buddies how tough he is and how he is not moved by his daughter's love. Falsehoods to the nth degree! He is always curious why I am always like this, hardheaded and rude. I told him that it was because of him, but he didn't see it that way. He doesn't hear what I want to say!"

"Be careful of how you speak to me, and understand that I do take what you say into consideration. But Bora, your father is your father. It's a difficult conversation for him, but you don't understand why he treats you like he does. Maybe looking at the bright side, make an effort to get along. If not for him, then at least do it for my sake. I cannot stand to constantly see the two of you argue. Could you please resolve your misunderstandings?" my mom said. Here we are again.

I wonder if she is correct when I think about what she said. It won't be that bad if I can get along with my father just this once. But if he continues to mock and neglect me, I will cut off all communication with him.

"Alright, no problem, mom. I won't promise anything, but I'll give it a shot. If it doesn't work out, I'm sorry. However, I still don't want to talk to him at all," I said. I immediately started stuffing a spoonful of the chicken pesto into my mouth.

Holy shit, this is some mouthwatering food.

My mother gave a slight nod as a response to what I said.

After dinner, I retired to my room.

I chose to relax myself with a shower and some reading. I sat down on the edge of my bed and got my sketchbook and pencils under the blanket. I began drawing sketches. I was drawing a sea scene with the moon and stars in the background.

"Bora, you need to come down here to the office. Now!" My mother shouted as I was about to start drawing.

I make my way down to his office and knock before entering. I was surprised to see Igor standing before Father when I opened the door.

"What's up?"

"Bora, sit down. I need to have a conversation with you and your brother about something."

"Tell me what all of this is about."

"Bora, after watching you pull that stunt earlier and how you've done it multiple times, I made a deal with Conrad Zulueta," he said. "You might be familiar with him." This was something that my dad had to say while he was sitting back in his chair.

The direction in which this is heading bothers me. It looks important, and I am feeling wrong about this.

"What do you mean?" Igor asked and arched his eyebrows.

"What I mean is, Bora, whether you like it or not, you will be working with Connor Zulueta and living on his estate. Until you learn to behave appropriately and follow orders, you're going to have to stay there until then."

"You can not do this to me! You can't fucking do that!" I said. "You come up with this nonsense at the time. I want to genuinely be kind to you and establish a bond with you like a normal father-daughter, and out of all the people you choose to partner me up, you chose Connor!" I exclaimed, which resulted in a growing look of annoyance on his face.

"Be careful with your words, Bora. You are still my daughter. I am free to act whatever I want in terms of disciplining that rude mouth of yours."

"That's not going to work. Are you out of your mind?" Igor jumped right into the middle of the conversation.

"Watch what I do." My father said in a commanding tone, "Bora is leaving tomorrow morning, and if you don't, you'll be forced." This caused me to mutter under my breath, "You are fucking crazy."

To me, all hope is lost.

I sprang up and stormed out of the room while slamming the door behind me. I hurriedly walked up the stairs, turned the corner into my room, and leaped on my bed. I cried my heart out, and all the happenings pained me.

He is under the impression that he can treat me in any way he sees fit. I'm not a slave nor his underling. I'm his daughter, you fuckhead.

Fuck, stop the thoughts.

As soon as I heard a gentle knock on my door, I got to my feet and stopped crying. I invited the person who knocked to come in. It was my brother Igor.

"Hey, sis, Are you okay?" He asked in a hushed tone as he sat on my bed.

"No problem here. It's not like this is something he's never tried before. Let's just end this!" I adjust my body so that I can look at him. I am sure he despises what my father just did, but he cannot say much about it.

"I'm aware of that, but it won't do. It ticks me off that he treats you like a child. He is acting like a complete jackass, and killing the previous captives won't be enough reason for him to do this to you. He is acting as if it is something new," Igor yells at the top of his lungs in rage.

"Don't you think that I would not be aware of how fucked up he is? But what do you think? He doesn't give a crap about what you have to say since he believes the world revolves around him." I rolled around on my back while lying down and wrung my hands.

"I don't want to lose you as a friend. You are the only one I can talk to here," he said.

"Neither do I. This is not something I want, but I have to do this. The fact that I still have to go despite the fact that Connor is living proof that I will never learn my lesson. Are you kidding me? Out of all the fucking people I have to stay with, it will be him." I jerk both of my arms to the side of my body.

Connor Zulueta was the heir to the mafia empire his father had built. I can't recall a time when I didn't despise the person he was. When we've gone on missions together in the past, he's always managed to screw them up. He believes that he is better than everyone else and that simply because he is the heir, we will all do what he says. However, this case will be different. We fought even with little things. We stopped going to missions when he became the heir since it was no longer necessary.

"I know it's messed up. But when you go tomorrow, just make sure to call and text me every day and send pictures." He gave me a wink before cracking a grin on his face.

"Okay, but go so I can pack everything. Who knows what if he treats me like crap and doesn't take me shopping? On second thought, he might treat me like garbage, so I won't take any chances of that." I get out of bed and walk into my closet, where I prepare a duffel bag for my trip.

"Don't be so down. Just come to my room if you need anything." He gets up from my bed and walks out the door. When he walks out of the room, I immediately head to my closet to get some clothes.

I decided to carry every clothing I own, including my bras, panties, t-shirts, and pants.

After I had finished packing everything, I took a shower and then changed into some sweatpants and a crop top. After that, I went ahead and got into bed.