The Mafia's S*x Contract

LISA FERNANDO

I heard smashing from downstairs in the middle of the night, and it woke me up. Was I asleep for so long? That noise literally brought me back to reality.

Who else could be in the house except my father? Ever since my mom gave birth to me, she abandoned me and left with another man. It was quite complicated, and I heard rumours that she didn't want to give birth to a child, and my father didn't respect her decision.

He forced her and manipulated his way into making her pregnant with me. He removed the condom while he slept with her, and she didn't know. The thought of it made me angry, but the noise coming from downstairs made me angrier.

I turned over and covered my head with a pillow, trying to block out my father's noises, but it just wasn't working. This is what I go through every night, because he blames me for her leaving. He constantly tells me she wouldn't have left if she wasn't pregnant for him with me.

I didn't want to go outside to check up on him because, no matter what I did, he'd always hate me. I heard him stomping upstairs, and it seemed like he was holding a drink.

I laid there motionless, thinking that maybe if I stay still, he won't remember to enter my room. He had removed and seized the lock of my room door, so I couldn't close it at all, and he could come in at any time. He was so creepy and obsessed with me. Every night, he'll stroll straight through my door to see if I'm in bed and then go back into his. He always referred to me as a slut even though I was just a stripper.

Before I became a stripper, he would call me a slut who seduced men for money, but I wasn't. I was just an innocent schoolgirl until he made me into the stripper I am today.

The door smacked into the wall behind it after it swung open. The mighty figure of my father stood in the doorway, and I could tell he was also holding a whip.

My heart skipped a beat, but I was determined to play it off. Keeping the pillow in front of me as a hopeful barrier, I had pretended to be asleep while at the same time watching his every move. He stood for a while like he always did every night, but tonight was different; he stumbled closer, and I knew that even though I should fight back and run for my life, he would still find me and hurt me. I waited for him to approach closer while I laid there.

As soon as he reached my side, he paused, and my heart rate increased rapidly. I closed my eyes tightly this time around, but it was all useless.

He took hold of my hair, yanked me from the bed, and threw me down on the hard wood floor. "Fucking slut... You think I don't know you sleep with men for money, you fucking slut!"

My eyes were wide open this time, and I was staring into his angry eyes. "I'm not...."

There was no use denying it.

And then the kicks started. "Don't lie to me, you slut! That's why your mom left me. She left me because she gave birth to a baby. When you were just two years old, you seduced your own dad."

And now, I could tell he was drunk! At age 2, I couldn't even do anything.

He continued complaining, "The house is a fucking mess," in between kicking me. Suddenly, the bottle of alcohol he was holding plummeted to the floor, fracturing into a multitude of glimmering shards. He staggered back as the sharp pieces of glass exploded outward, one of the broken shards finding me and causing a deep gash on my leg, a searing pain surging through my body. The adrenaline coursing through my veins made the pain more unbearable, and I clutched their wounded leg, scared that he would do more violent things to me.

I had no idea who made him angry but he seemed to have made me his punching bag.

Even though he saw the bruises under my skin, I knew better than to scream cause he would do worse.

"Do you want to know why no man will ever marry you or want to do anything to you? You're a failure and a useless child." He said it with a mocking grin but he wasn't done yet. "You know this is all your fault, right?" He dragged me to my feet by my hair, stepping on the bottles and also injuring himself like a maniac.

He said, "I shouldn't have to do this if you just died in your mom's stomach. I regret everything. I should have listened to my lovely wife and not have kids. I'm now stuck with you, bitch."

I lost it.

He made everything that has happened so far. I was the victim in all of these so why was he acting like the victim. I never grew up with parental care or love.

"What kind of father are you? Why?" I asked, screaming. That was the biggest mistake of my life. I never should have asked, and I should have never talked back at him.

He held me up against the wall and placed his forearm over my throat. The pressure on my neck was exacerbated by the fact that my feet were barely touching the ground.

I couldn't breathe. If he kept his forearm over my throat for a few seconds more, I could actually die.

"I can't breathe." I mouthed it to him, and he chuckled. It looked like he was enjoying this. Was he enjoying it? Yes, he was definitely enjoying torturing me.

"I didn't realise you were now my boss..." he mocked. "When did you learn to talk back at me? Or tell me, are all the men you sleep with advising you wrongly?"

I needed him to stop before I thought of committing suicide. I've had enough of his comments and miserable words. Like my friend would say, "Miserable people make other people's lives miserable too."

He released his grip on my neck, and I fell to the ground in a heap. I forced air back into my lungs and took several deep breaths. I was having difficulty breathing because he almost choked me to death. I put my palm on the bruise that's already there on my neck as he stormed out of the room.

It took me a few minutes to notice him snoring. He was already fast asleep. I stealthily make my way to the toilet and shut the door after entering. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I began to cry. What did I do wrong in my life? I glared at my reflection in the mirror as I inspected all the bruises. Luckily for me, they could all be covered with makeup, and I would visit the doctor or my therapist tomorrow. I looked at my leg and realised it wasn't that deep and would heal quickly.

I quickly went back to my room, and with a heavy heart and swollen eyes, I laid down on my bed, my cheeks still wet from the tears that had coursed down my face. I wasn't expecting my dad to do that to me tonight, and it extremely bothered me. I became so scared as I looked around the room. What if he came in again to beat me? I was totally scared and I knew I had to escape from his house.

The room was dimly lit, and the soft glow of a lamp opposite my bed made me comfortable a little bit due to its simple and beautiful colour.

As I closed my eyes, the world around me seemed to recede into the background. I didn't want to talk about what just happened, why it happened, or if it would continue to happen. I just wanted to leave everything behind and forget about everything.

My thoughts slowly began to drift away, like leaves carried by a gentle stream. My breathing steadied, and I soon stopped crying. The warmth of my blanket embraced me, and I felt relief and was secured for a moment. I was already falling asleep and it felt so much as if the world had wrapped me in its gentle embrace, cradling me in the comfort of sleep. Soon after, I slept off.

LISA FERNANDO

My alarm went off and woke me. I jumped up in fear of my father and hastily shut off my alarm, afraid that my father would be unhappy and pissed off. Well, I was right, because immediately, I heard footsteps rushing in my direction. I was definitely sure he was angry. I saw his face as soon as he pushed the door open and looked at me. He was furious.

"What did I tell you about that fucking alarm? You don't need an alarm to get ready to work, you cocksucker!" He hit me across the face and yelled. Tears began to fill my eyes again, and I was trying to prevent myself from crying.

I stood up, ignoring him. "Are you deaf, because I'm sure you heard me? Are you stupid?" His rant continued. "You know you want me to be a bad father so bad when you're the bad child. Ever since you came into my life, we've been poor."

Now, that was not true. We were never born with any money. We've always been poor, never rich. That could have even contributed to my mom leaving me and running off.

"We've never been rich!" I trailed off, and he carried me up with him and pushed me into the wall, slapping me countless times on the cheek. "What do you know about wealth? Never talk back to me again in your life!" He thundered and dropped me to the ground before leaving my room.

I began crying even though I didn't want to. Hot tears streamed down my face as his words echoed in my ears again. I squeezed my eyelids shut in the hope that my tears would stop. I just wanted them to stop. It had to.

When it did, I changed into my clothes and decided to go downstairs. I didn't know what was in store for me, and in all honesty, I didn't want to know. When I headed down the stairs to the kitchen, I found broken picture frames scattered all across the living room floor. This was definitely what caused the noise last night. My dad was busy destroying his properties.

My father smiled as soon as he saw me. "Morning, dear," he said as he gulped down the contents of the glass cup he held. "I started taking green tea; I heard it does a lot of things for the body." He continued.

"Yes, Dad, it's good." I murmured back, scared of what my dad might do. One minute ago, he was calling me a slut, and now he's praising me. What the hell is wrong with him? I took out a trash bag from the kitchen and started cleaning up the mess on the floor.

When I was done, I went to make breakfast in the kitchen. In a hurry, I prepared it, grabbed a plate, and served my dad. I was too in a rush to even taste what I had prepared. I put it down on the counter and went to get another plate for myself, but my dad came up behind me and gave me a hard smack on the hand. The plate broke onto the ground and broke into pieces, and I was shocked.

"Your dumb ass doesn't need any food." He said.

For crying out loud, I wasn't a student anymore. I was working for a book publishing organisation and receiving a small amount of money, but that didn't mean I should continue to be controlled and insulted by my father.

"I'll leave your house, I promise."

"That should sound like you're threatening me, but it made me feel good. Leave my house like your mom did. Both of you are cocksuckers!" He clapped back.

"My mom is not a..."

He cut me off. "You didn't even see her face for a second; oh, shut up!"

He was right! I didn't even know what she looked like, where she lived, or what she did for a living. All I know about her is her name. Marie.

"Dad, can I just have some food to eat? I didn't eat last night; I'm begging you." I pleaded, but it felt like dead ears. He obviously didn't care if I would starve to death.

"Your grandma's in a coma in the hospital; she hasn't eaten yet... Don't be selfish." He replied. "Besides, food is not necessary for you to stay alive. Eat when I leave the house; I don't want to ever see you use the same mouth you use to suck dick on my spoon."

That was a really vile thing to say to someone, no matter how much you hate the person, and I couldn't believe my own father was saying it to me. Not just any father, but my father. It was the most heartbreaking thing I ever did.

"Cean up this mess and get me something to eat from a mall; I don't want your tasteless trash." He gave me a hard slap on the cheek before leaving. I cleared the area as soon as possible and left the kitchen. My dad tossed me a wad of cash as I reached the door. "And make sure your dumb ass doesn't get kidnapped." He said that and walked back into the house, slamming the door in my face.

Faking a smile and lying to myself, saying it would be okay, I hurried to the food store. I strolled over to the shop and started shopping. I didn't know what he'd love to eat, so I just got anything that might taste great.

Surprisingly, I saw Tonia, my best friend, for whom I rented an apartment because of what was going on in her life. I didn't have enough money, but I rented her an apartment.

"Hey, what are you doing here late this morning? Shouldn't you be going to work?" She asked.

"You're so.... To be honest, I should be at work right now, but a lot has happened." After gathering the necessities, we both made our way to the register.

We completed the grocery payment and went outside the store. "You seem really worried and stressed. What's going on in your life?"

"I got a job as a stripper... I've done a lot of things. By the way, will you walk me home?"

"My dad." I finally murmured as soon as we started walking together. A tear starts to roll down my cheek, and I control myself quickly before she can see it.

"What happened to your dad? What's wrong?"

I faked a chuckle. I didn't know if I could trust anyone, and I didn't want to make my dad look like a bad person to people, even though he was. I guess he was my father after all, and I was supposed to defend his wicked ass.

"Nothing serious; he just told me that he wants me to get married." I lied, but I noticed my response didn't seem to have satisfied her. I wasn't going to blame her. That was one of the dumbest lies I've ever told someone. It just didn't feel real.

We finally arrived at my house, and she gave me a smile. "If you need anything, come and meet me; it's big enough to take the both of us. My house..." She paused and smiled at me. "Our house needs you back." She added and left.

When I opened the door, my father was furious. He dragged me inside immediately and pushed me to the ground. He closed the door and kicked me repeatedly in the stomach.

And this time, I fought back.

I got up, ran to the table, picked up a glass from the table, and smashed it on his head before bolting out of the house. I was leaving his house this time around, and I wasn't going to come back. I was going to stay with Tonia and use any means to get money so I could become rich.

"I, Lisa Fernando, will make a lot of money, and you'll beg for mercy. I'll make your pay for all the maltreatment you've shown me, Father." I swore as I got into a taxi, ready to leave.

"Take me home!" I told the taxi driver as my mind drifted back to my father. I genuinely hope he was just unconscious and I didn't totally knock him out.

"Girl, I don't know where the fuck your ass stays!" The driver replied, bringing me back to reality.

VICENZO SALVADOR

Sitting at the head of the table, I observed the room through hooded eyes. The smoke from my cigar swirled in front of me, creating a haze that added to the mysterious setting.

The faces of my loyal servants and men surrounded me, each bearing the weight of their own secrets and allegiances. They would die for me and do anything for me. This was one of the benefits that came with being the Mafia Don.

As they spoke, I listened, checking for hidden motives and weaknesses in their words. I was more than very aware of the immense power I held in my hands-it was both a blessing and a curse.

My black suit, perfectly tailored to fit my frame and muscles served as a symbol of my power, influence and authority. The room was a testament to the wealth and influence I and my family had amassed over the years. I loved being the head even though it came with many responsibilities.

My men, stationed at strategic points around the room, were ever watchful, their cold, unyielding eyes scanning for any potential threats or dangers that could affect me. They knew their loyalty to me was also putting their lives on the line, and they would protect it at any cost.

"We finally have the package," Brian, one of my most trusted men, said to me, and I smiled. They've finally caught the one man I trusted who betrayed me without thinking twice. They've finally caught him.

"What did he do again?"

"Apparently, he was with Isabella and Ferrara last night. They might be hoping to get some plans to take me out of this prison cell.

Daniel coughed as they brought him in front of me, blood dripping from his forehead over his lips. I had given him not quite enough punishment for what he just did. We lost an Intel in the FBI due to his betrayal, and he almost cost the end of my syndicate.

"Boss, I'm sorry; it was a mistake."

I chuckled as he kneeled against the floor. He must have thought that would make me forgive him, but that wasn't working.

"Why did you do it? How much did Isabella Rodrigo offer you to betray us and give intel to the FBI?" I asked out of annoyance. I had always thought he'd be one of my most loyal followers, but he turned out to be a stupid and dumb traitor.

The question was, "Why did he betray me?" He's seen what I've done to countless traitors. Why would he choose to still betray me? He was just dumb and irrelevant.

Smirking at his pain, I paced up and down in front of him to make him feel more scared. His face was painted with his blood, and his hands were bound behind him, like an animal in his predator's cage.

My voice was low as I muttered, "Why did you betray me?"

"I didn't know what to do!"

"Ohhh, really?"

"I honestly didn't know what to do, but I'll make it up, boss, if you can give me a chance."

"Tell me what she offered you, and just maybe we could have a conversation."

A slap on his cheeks got him to start confessing. "She threatened to kill my girlfriend, and I didn't know what to do. She knew my girlfriend's address and used that against me. If I hadn't helped her, she would have killed them."

"Them?"

He nodded in tears. "My girlfriend's 7 months pregnant; she has a baby."

Despite his painful screams and reasons, I didn't feel sorry for him. I always waste little time on those who deliberately stab me in the back or cross me. "Unfortunately, your kid would be fatherless."

My voice caused him to wince, and he visibly trembled, his hands shaking behind his back.

"Please forgive me. Although it can't be changed, it'll never happen again. If I could go back in time to change it, I would."

I took hold of the back of his head and made him look me in the eye. "You knew my rules before you started working for me, so let's not act like I'm the wicked person here. You betray me, and you die... I don't make the rules; it's always been with the syndicate. You're a pitiful substitute for a man and a coward." I told him and spat in his direction. "I should have listened to my instincts that day and not made you run the transaction... Now, both our intelligence and our money belong to Isabella Rodrigo."

Isabella Rodrigo was the daughter of my rival, so it automatically meant that I hated her. She was better than her father, and she wouldn't hesitate to kill. Her father was weak, and that was how I was able to kill him. In order to take revenge for her dad's death, she's been trying to ruin me and my syndicate.

First, it was the explosion at my warehouse, and the next was a miss-sniper target at my mansion in LA. I just couldn't believe this idiot would betray me for her. She was sexy as hell, but that was not enough.

Even though I was more focused on getting Ferrara, another of my rivals, and a betrayal that almost got my dad killed,

I started at Daniel again, thinking maybe I should forgive him, but that would mean weakness, and I couldn't afford to be weak. His expression was one of pure terror; he was very sorry, and I could see it in his eyes, but I just didn't care.

I shook my head, reached into my pants waist, and swiftly brought my gun. Determined, I pointed it at him and pulled the trigger with a reverberating bang. He fell to his knees in shock. The bullet pushed its way through his neck, causing a gaping hole in it that quickly filled with blood and gushed out.

He fell flat on the ground, a pool of blood forming around him. He was lifeless.