The mafia's deadly devotion

Emily ran around the house with her little sister Ava chasing her. Her long hair flowing in the air as she ran.

"See if you can catch me". Emily giggled, stopping to stick her tongue out mocking her little sister and running off almost immediately.

"I'll catch you Emily". Ava screamed, running faster. She was determined to catch Emily and laugh in her face for mocking her.

"I want to see you try!!". Emily yelled back, laughing and shaking her head childishly.

Ava stopped exasperated. "Emily, i don't feel too well, I'm feeling dizzy". she called out softly. Emily stopped immediately becoming worried and running back to her.

"Are you okay?". Emily asked worriedly patting Ava's back softly.

"Caught you". Ava giggled, tackling Emily, her eyes lit with playfulness.

"You cheat!, you deceived me". Emily gasped, touching her chest in feigned disappointment.

"And you fell for it, i won, you lost. lalalalalala". Ava stuck her tongue out, saying in a singsong voice.

"You two are at it again, your noise is getting too much in this house". Aunt rosette said coming to the living room. Ava and Emily immediately stood erect ready for her daily dose of scolding.

"You're nineteen, Emily, and you have the mentality of a child, you still run around playing and laughing in the morning like a child. Who plays around first thing in the morning?". Aunt rosette chided pulling Emily's ear.

"Ow ow". Emily whined struggling to remove her hand but the woman's grip was firm.

"Mom, aunt Rosie is yelling at us again". Ava screamed loudly.

"You ava, you're even worse, you're sixteen for crying out loud and you're in no way acting your age". Aunt rosette pulled Ava's ears along with Emily with her free hand.

"Mom!!!". Ava screamed again, aunt rosette had to cover her ears.

"Rosie, leave the children to play". Laura said, coming out of the kitchen, dusting her hands on her apron and removing it.

Aunt rosette shook her head exasperatedly.

"You made them like this". She scolded and Emily's mom laughed.

"Emily, come and help me, I'm going to see the less privileged". Aunt rosette said, picking up her basket.

"What do i get to do?". Ava asked, turning her head to the side, looking at Aunt rosette.

"Go help your mom out in the kitchen". Aunt rosette waved her hand in the air turning back to Emily. Ava groaned but still went to the kitchen, grumbling.

"Emily, come on". Aunt rosette urged.

Emily nodded, dusting her dress and standing up. She followed aunt rosette into the room and they began sorting out everything that they needed. Aunt Rosette was packing the new clothes while Emily packed the gifts, they were not rich but they always gave to people poorer than they were.

In the kitchen, Ava picked up the vegetables, standing beside her mother.

"Mother, why is Aunt rosie being mean to us?". Ava asked momentarily dropping the knife.

"Dear, she's not being mean. She just wants the best for you girls okay?". Laura smiled and Ava nodded, turning her focus back to the vegetables. The door opened and she looked up.

"Dad!!!!, mom, dad's home". She smiled rushing out, Laura behind her with smiles on their faces.

"Dear me!!!, what's wrong with your face?". Laura shrieked, then some men entered into the house. Ava raised her brow.

"Dad, are they visitors?". She asked, she knew her question was silly as the man in front walked like he owned the place. Before he could reply, the one at the back, he seemed to be a guard or something like that, brought out a gun shoving Mr Adams to the floor.

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"I feel bad for all those kids out there, having no relative to rely on. They're all alone". Emily mumbled.

"Don't stress yourself child, they have pleasant futures in store for them". Aunt rosette moved closer, patting her head. Emily nodded, wiping the stray tear from her face.

Suddenly a loud noise was heard from outside and Ava's loud scream broke out throughout the small house. Aunt rosette and Emily immediately dropped the items in their hands and rushed outside to see the source of the commotion.

Emily saw her dad was on the floor,his head bent along with two men with other people at the back. She immediately went over to Ava who was now crying. The man looked at Emily for a second and she looked away, feeling a jolt of electricity vibrate through her. Emily looked at her dad, he was now kneeling, she felt a lump in her throat at the sight.

His dark aura was something no one could stand, he commanded power from his very presence.

"Mr Adams,. you've committed a crime against the mafia, i don't like deceit and it would only be fair if I punish you". The man said like it was a regular and harmless thing, the way you tell a child to get an object for you, his voice was so smooth. One of his men pulled Mr. adams up.

Mafia, did he say just say mafia?,.No, he must be mistaken. Emily's eyes widened in shock and she gasped.

"Im... I'm very sorry, I swear it won't happen ever again, I'll repay every thing". Mr Adams pleaded, falling on his knees again. The man brought out his gun and Emily's breath hitched, that was a real fûckin gun, time seemed to still as Emily's eyes remained locked on the gun.

"I would love to punish you myself so cruelly but seeing you have such pretty daughters......". The man smirked looking at them again.

"No no, not my daughters, they're still so young and innocent". Mr Adams pleaded, still on his knees.

"Young you say?". The man scoffed, walking over to Emily obviously checking her out.

"How old are you?". He asked, staring intently at her. Emily said nothing, only looking away, his stare was already making her nervous and the gun in his hand didn't help either.

"You answer me whenever I ask, you get that?". He said coldly, holding her jaw and making her wince in pain and look at him.

"Nineteen, I'm nineteen". Emily choked out, terrified.

"And you?". He faced Ava.

"Sixteen". She said avoiding his eyes. His aura being so intoxicating, she wanted to choke.

"I think I'll do with her". The man said, looking at emily with his dark eyes, his dark eyes seemingly boring into her soul.

"No I'm not going anywhere with you". Emily shook her head, ava held her protectively.

"No no, take me instead if you wish, just leave my daughter out of it. She's only nineteen please". Laura begged. Emily didn't understand what he meant.

"I don't think you realize that you're getting old, Mrs Adams, you may just pass out if I fuck you". The man smirked.

Emily gasped, aunt rosetta covered Ava's ears.

"You monster, how can you say such a thing to someone old enough to be your mother, your mother must regret giving birth to you, i bet her poor upbringing made you like this because I know if i had a son like you i would kill you before you were born, you bast...".

Her words were never finished as gunshots rang in the air. Two bullets were fired into aunt Rosetta's head from the man and his friend. Mr. Adams flinched, this man had an unruly temper and he could snap at the slightest aggravation.

Emily shut her eyes tightly, so did ava. Aunt rosette fell to the floor in a pool of blood. Emily watched in sheer horror as Aunt rosette's lifeless body slumped to the floor.

"Whose turn next?". The man smirked looking around. The emotion that tried to come up was pushed away, replaced by his usual nonchalant demeanor.

"Maybe you, mr Adams or mrs Adams?". He turned to the couple kneeling down together, their heads were bent.

"No no please, I'll go with you don't hurt my family". Emily cried out.

"Now that's a darling". The man chuckled darkly, turning his attention back to her.

"Carlos take her to the car". The man said to his friend.

"No!!!, Emily!, mom!!, dad do something!". Ava screamed clutching the hem of Emily's dress so tightly that her knuckles turned white in the process.

"leave my daughter alone please". Laura begged.

Emily looked back at her family, her dad was still on his knees, her mom weeping beside him and Ava being held back by a hefty man, as she was dragged away. Her father's head was still lowered, he couldn't watch his daughter being taken right in front of him. He was powerless.

Emily's heart thumped like crazy, her eyes watering but she didn't want to add to her family's despair, it was too much of an event to happen in one day alone. She glanced at the man who had done that to her family, he didn't even act like he had done something wrong.

How can someone be this heartless?

The car parked and the men forcefully dragged Emily down, she looked at angelo and Carlos, they also came down from their car and entered inside the huge mansion, the building was so huge, it was the size of her house twenty times.

A lone tear escaped her eyes as she remembered her happy home, her sister's smile that could light up anyone's world, her mom's protective nature, her dad's loving character and her Aunt rosette's scolding, now her aunt rosette had been killed, she was separated from her family in one day. Emily knew he wouldn't waste time to kill her if she misbehaved. She silently let the guards lead her inside, she hesitated, her feet heavy with fear. At that moment, all she could think about was if she would ever see her family again.

Angelo was taking off his shirt in the living room, Emily quickly diverted her eyes from him looking at nothing, just trying to avoid seeing his bare body. He noticed her action and scoffed.

"Take her to the quarters". Angelo said to the guard standing on duty. Emily shuddered wondering how the quarters would be, the guard had a hard look on his face.

"Don't worry I'll take her". Carlos smiled. "She's too frightened". Emily was a little bit relieved. Anything was better than that monster laying his eyes on her again but still.....

Angelo nodded and Carlos turned to Emily.

"Let's go, shall we?". He offered her such a kind smile that made her wonder if that was the same man that just killed her aunt just a few minutes ago.

She wordlessly followed him as he walked, crossing different corridors, the maids staring at her now and then, until she reached a room. It was small compared to the other rooms that she had seen when walking. It had no windows and everything about the room was plain.

"This is your room". He looked at her.

"And relax, Angelo will not kill you........yet....... that is unless you step on his toes and. I'll advise you not to if you really want to live". Carlos shrugged.

"What about you?". She finally found her voice.

"I don't kill people for no reason". He defended himself raising his hands in the air.

"You killed my aunt". She yelled begrudgingly and broke down in tears again.

"She insulted Angelo and I don't joke with him, he's like my brother, besides if i didn't kill her, Angelo would have done that first. He even fired the bullet first but don't worry I'll try to make sure Angelo doesn't kill you, I only advise you to just behave". He patted her hair and headed towards the door.

"As long as you respect him and do what he says, you'll be fine. And I'll advise you not to raise your voice at anyone here, this is not your home. Like i said, you'll be fine if you behave". With that, he left.

"I doubt that". Emily cried again, falling to the floor. "Why is he even named angelo in the first place?". She thought. After a few minutes, she tossed and turned, her stomach growling and rumbling, echoing through the silent room in protest at the starvation it was sentenced to. Her head was beginning to throb with a dull ache.

*****

"We're being offered a drug deal". Carlos told Angelo on their way out of the dungeon, Angelo was wiping his slightly bloody hands with a damp towel, he handed it to a maid nearby and cleaned up.

"How much?". He asked, removing his cigarettes from his lips and lighting another.

"5 million".

"Check their background and accept if you want". Angelo said. He didn't have the time for that and Carlos knew, whenever he dealt with that man in the dungeon, he was reminded of his heartbreaking past.

"Angelo, you shouldn't make yourself feel miserable all the time. Whatever happened in the past wasn't your fault, you're hurting that man physically but you're hurting yourself even more. Just stop". Carlos uttered causing a memory pop up in Angelo's mind.

".....leave her alone please". A young boy screamed in horror. Angelo shook his head immediately, tossing that memory aside as soon as it came.

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine as you can see". Angelo said. Carlos nodded, standing up and dropping the topic entirely.

Just then, someone entered the house and the servants bowed and began making way for her. She smiled at them, giving them sweet compliments as she went to her brother, taking a seat beside him. Carlos left to do his work. Angelo stood up and Alyssa stood up too.

"Aly". Angelo smiled, she and Carlos are the only ones capable of making him smile. "Gosh I've missed you so much".

"Gelo, I've missed you". She said, hugging him tightly, he wrapped his hands around her waist and burying his face in her neck.

Alyssa and Angelo are twins, they are inseparable no matter what but they were total opposites. Angelo was cold and short tempered, Alyssa was cool, innocent and had a good temper but her anger was terrifying. Angelo put her and Carlos above every other person.

"I missed you more". Angelo said, closing his eyes. Alyssa soon broke the hug. Her phone rang, the caller inviting her to a location.

"Don't leave without the guards". He told her going back to the dungeon. Great, his temper was ruined again.

He took out his knife facing the man that was tied down with chains.

The man whimpered against the tapes that covered his mouth.

Angelo smirked, removing the tape, the man made muffled sounds, tears flowing endlessly from his eyes.

"I told you I'd make you beg for death but i won't let you die".

"Please ......have...... mercy". The man cried desperately.

"Did you have mercy when you killed her right in front of me?". Angelo scoffed, his anger rising with every passing minute.

"I was stupid then... I'm sorry". The man begged, be would have fallen on his knees if he wasn't chained. Angelo shook his head, taping the man's mouth again before using the knife to make designs on his body.

"It was a mistake". He nodded slowly. "It was a fucking mistake?". He repeated louder this time.

"Too bad your death won't be a mistake and you'll never experience that peace".

The man screamed as Angelo's knife pierced his skin again.

Emily sat on the floor, resting on the bed and looking upwards at the ceiling. She had begged, cried and yelled but no one was listening to her. She was locked up in the room since morning, she didn't even know the time but it was evening, she could guess by how long she stayed there. Her stomach growled and rumbled but she was helpless.

Two hours later, a maid came in.

"The boss wants you downstairs". She informed and left immediately.

"Wait ....". Emily was saying but the girl had left already.

Emily sighed, walking downstairs, her vision blurry and her head aching from the hunger and crying she had been subjected to since morning.

She first saw Angelo who was looking in another direction not noticing when she arrived or so she thought. Her heartbeat accelerated, she hated him alot.

Downstairs was dimly lit but clear enough for Emily to see that Angelo wasn't the only one there. The dimly lit rooms cast eerie shadows on the walls. There were five other men and Carlos too. She gulped coming closer and stopping at a distance. The air thick with tension.

"Come closer". Angelo commanded now looking at her. There were other men there but Angelo's aura stood out.

Emily whimpered, moving two tiny steps to the table which they centered.

"How about you entertain us". One of the men said, grinning widely.

"I'm.......not a good singer". Emily said timidly, looking at the floor.

"What are you?, five?". Another man asked and they laughed.

"We want a strip show". The man said and the others agreed. Emily's eyes widened.

A strip show?, her mom said it was what bad girls did and she wasn't bad. Emily's heart raced at the mere thought of doing something so drastic in front of so many people.

She subconsciously looked at Angelo who was already staring at her with zero emotions in his eyes. Emily's eyes drooped, her shoulders slumped in defeat, she felt a knot in her stomach as she stared at Angelo's emotionless face.

Would he really let that happen to her?. He's already bad enough.

Emily shook her head, moving backwards, her heart beat escalating at the thought of doing a strip show in front of so many men.

"I can't...i.... can't". She stammered. Angelo looked at her with a bored stare. Carlos didn't sell anything off with his expression, whatever he was thinking, nobody knew.

"Do you dare refuse us little girl?". The man raged.

"How dare you?". Another man thundered..

All of them were getting angrier by the second. One stood up, so did the others as they walked drunkenly towards her, staggering on several occasions.

Emily kept moving back till she hit the wall but the men kept coming closer relentlessly with stupid grins on their stupid faces.

Carlos knew what would happen. They would strip her forcefully and have their way with her, he looked at Angelo who was still quiet watching her nonchalantly.

"Will you let them do that?". He asked him lowly. A man had already grabbed Emily's dress and she screamed trying to move back but she couldn't. They had surrounded her now.

Angelo just shrugged.

"Angelo come on". Carlos urged.

"That's enough". Angelo finally said and Emily heaved a sigh of relief when the men stopped, turning away from her and to Angelo.

"What?". Luke, one of the men asked.

"When did you start showing mercy?". Pascal asked too.

"I said it's enough". Angelo said with finality in his tone, standing up. His voice sending chills to their bones.

"You should not have called us here if we would not enjoy ourselves". Luke complained bitterly.

"This is an insult to us, we're all mafia lords too". Larson snapped becoming angrier by the second and feeling insulted.

"We're leaving". Pascal said, with hopes that Angelo would change his mind but Angelo stood expressionless and unmoved.

"The door is that way". Angelo gestured to the door and the men cursed loudly, leaving one by one.

"I won't forget this embarrassment Angelo". Larson said, annoyed and red with anger.

"Then don't". Carlos countered shutting the door in his face.

Carlos looked at Emily who was still against the wall and Angelo who stood with his hands in his pockets. He signalled to Angelo that he was leaving, Angelo nodded.

Angelo looked at Emily, his gaze darkening.

"Quite a show you put on there love". Angelo said with a smirk, his bass voice sounding so husky and icy at the same time.

"Meet me in my room by 9, a second late and I'll kill you". Angelo uttered, walking to his room.

Emily dropped to the floor, wondering how her whole life changed in a few hours.

She dejectedly walked to her room feeling dizzier each passing second.

Immediately it was nine, the same maid from earlier came to her with clothes in the maid's hand.

"The don wants you to wear this". she informed, carefully laying the clothes on the bed.

"What's your name?". Emily asked her.

"Bluey". The maid answered.

"Do you think he'll let me go eventually?". Emily asked, hopefully.

"If you don't disobey him, you'll have an easier life here". Bluey smiled, averting the question. Emily needed no one to tell her that she couldn't leave.

"How long have you been here?". Emily asked the maid, she seemed friendly and nice.

"All my life, i was born here. My mother never paid off her debt". Bluey smiled, sitting beside her now.

"You don't want to leave?". Emily blinked, seeing the maid full of smiles just like Ava's.

"I want to, so badly but i don't have a choice so I just accepted my fate". Bluey said, Emily's eyes watered.

She didn't want to live in solitude here forever, she missed her parents, her aunt and most importantly, her precious Ava.

"Don't cry now, mil". Bluey said, becoming emotional too.

"My sister calls me that". Emily cried even more.

"I really want to console you, to tell you that everything will be okay but I can't, i can only wish you happiness in the future....stand up now, don't make the don wait for you, it will only be worse dear". Bluey said, stroking her hair gently and wiping her tears.

Emily nodded, standing up and going to change. Bluey left too..

Emily looked at the dress she was wearing. It was a silk one, red with a deep cut on the neck, the dress stopped mid thigh. She pulled it down as much as she could but it didn't have much effect. If she pulled it down then her boobs would be exposed, if she dragged it up, her inner thighs would then be exposed. All in all, the dress was hopeless.

She sighed walking stealthily to Angelo's room where she knocked gently.

"Come in". His voice echoed and Emily's heart raced a thousand miles. She took a deep breath, bracing herself for whatever was going to happen.

She quickly spotted Angelo leaving the bathroom, he was drying his hair. Watching him like that with a blank expression on his stoic face, he just blended with the dimly lit room, his silver chain glowing with great sheen.

Angelo turned a few minutes after Emily entered, he was shirtless, a few tattoos on his back and one on his chest, his slender but muscular build facing Emily, she immediately looked away, her face a deep crimson colour.

"Come here". Angelo ordered, his eyes on her long slender legs that were exposed. Emily gulped remaining rooted to her spot fixing her eyes on the floor, it suddenly seemed like an interesting scenery.

"I don't like repeating myself love". Angelo said icily and Emily clutched the sides of the dress and began taking small steps towards him.

She stood in front of him and his gaze slowly went from her face to her slim neck and lingering on her exposed cleavage, he averted his gaze looking down to her thigh and back to her face.

In a split second, Angelo was behind Emily, her body perfectly aligned against his own. Her breath hitched feeling his breath softly grazing her neck making her heart beat faster than it ever had in her nineteen years of living. His scent intoxicating yet his presence so dreadful.

She made to move away but Angelo grabbed her by the waist pulling her to himself. Emily blinked, the dizziness was back and it came in full force.

Angelo slowly kissed her neck and she whimpered, shivering against his warm lips on her neck, he had already moved her long hair to the side twirling the tender locks around his fingers. Suddenly, he grabbed her br**sts with one hand squeezing it firmly, Emily's mouth opened wide and she gasped trying to move away from him but he didn't let her, his hands slipped away from her br**sts to her waist, circling it.

Emily couldn't ignore the dizziness anymore and before she knew it, she lost consciousness right there in his arm, her head on his chest.