The Mafia Sacrifice

25

Once I said his name, the room grew silent.

I was hurt, embarrassed, and confused. And the silence wasn't helping. Silence was bringing me into a deeper state of mind. It made me feel alone— yet there were people in the room along with me.

"Please say something, anything." I cry into my hands.

Still, no one has yet to say anything.

"My own fucking step brother played me," I yell angrily. "Only because I have something he wants..." I pause giving them enough time to say something. Once I realize they were lost from words, I continue.

I cry as I look at their faces — faces that didn't give me hope or reassurance.  "Issac said Antonio wanted something from me that my mother gave me, but I don't fucking know what that is."

"Your life," O says quietly. Once he realizes that no one really understands what he meant, he repeats himself. "Your mother gave you life. And if he takes it, he'll fully take over Brava."

"What? Why does that have anything to do with me?" I question him as his expression turns into annoyance— this was alarmed by my stupidity.

"Because since you are your fathers actual blood daughter, you are automatically given the crown — of Brava," He says clarifying so I could understand.

So, I have to take over Brava just to feel safe?

I don't want to lead a mafia, and I damn sure don't want to take over someone's property or family fortune that didn't want me.

"Which means, brava could be yours right now if-," I cut Leah off finishing the sentence.

"If Toni doesn't kill me," Damon rolls his eyes then stands up, walking to the direction of the stairs. "Damon. Where are you going," I call after him.

"You gave the asshole a fucking nickname?"

I sigh. "Are you serious?"

He doesn't answer.

I look back only to see Leah and O sitting on the couch with worried faces.

Turning my attention back to Damon, I follow him upstairs as he ignores me each time I call his name.  He walks into the room as I do the same shutting the door behind me. 

"Damon, I know it's a lot to take in but I need you right now. I need you to talk to me," I say as he walks around the bed ripping his white dress shirt off.  "I know you're probably mad at me and I'm—," Damon cuts me off.

"I'm not mad at you," He says angrily. "I mad at what happened to you. I'm mad at Antonio for wh..." He stops and looks me in my glassy eyes."I just wished you would have came and talked to me." He sits on the edge of the bed while his head swings low.

"Damon, communication goes both ways," I state because Damon himself isn't into talking about his feelings or past.

I walk to the edge of the bed that he sits on. I make my way in between his legs, as I stand there freely.

Taking my hand, I lift his head up making his hazel eyes meet mine. Anger and hurt were feelings Damon looked to be feeling, and I felt as if it was my fault.

Everything seems to be my fault lately.

"I was hurt, embarrassed, and scared," I say as he looks at me.

"Why?" He asks as I later wrap my arms around his neck, softly rubbing my fingertip along his spine. His skin was cold, warming my hot skin.

"Because I was afraid to face my truth, but also afraid you would look at me differently," I felt my cheeks redden as my eyes began to feel heavy once again.

"Amore. I would never judge you. If anything, I would be upset with you but I'm not. I feel for you," He wraps his arms around my waist pulling me closer to him— closing the little space between us. "You have been through so much and all I want to do is help you. I just want your pain to end. You weren't born into this life and it seems like your being sucked into it within the second."

I sigh. I see in his eyes the hope he has to wanting to help me. But, for some reason I feel like this is my battle to fight. This is my family. And if anyone one could truly stop them, it'll be their own blood.

"You're right. I wasn't born into this life. But, I could have been." Damon huffs at my statement. "For some reason, no matter what I do, I'll be dragged back into the life I could've had 18 years ago," Damon eyes are glued onto me as I talk.

"You know, even though my life is shitty, I still wish the best for everyone. I hope Morley and Mary find a real family outside of money. I hope the guy that raped me find peace within himself." I pause looking at the ceiling gathering thoughts. "I hope my father's wife is a good one— one that treats him like the king that he was born to be. I hope Antonio finds love with someone who would treat him better. And I hope Issac is okay," I say sadly.

"Why would you wish a traitor and a kidnapper happiness?" Damon ask confusingly as his voice grows deeper, letting his accent roll of his lips.

"Because Issac is the reason I'm still alive," A single tear rolls down my cheek. "He did what he did to save his family and if I was in his situation, it would probably be something I would do too," Damon jaw clenched at my last sentence.

"Issac risked his life for me. Before that night, I thought I was a nobody who had rich parents— who were extremely selfish. Until Issac told me truth, I not only learned about my family history but I made it out of that hell hole," Another tear falls out of my eye. Damon gently wipes the tear with his thumb caressing my face, whereas the other stays around my waist.

"So please don't be mad at him," I feel myself feeling bad. Issac could be hurt or even dead right now and there's nothing me, — I alone could do.

Damon nods his head and runs his hand down my back stoping below my ass. I let out a laugh as he runs his hand back up gripping it with his hands.

"Mr. King," I tease running my hand down his bare chest. "I told you earlier not to start something you can't finish," He smirks as I stop just above his waist line.

I know we just had a heartfelt moment... but I realized that our form of affection is through touch.

His eyebrows lift then connects almost as if they were aligned together. "I think your challenging me Amore," He stands up towering over me as I felt small.

It was intimating, in a sexy way.

I never really paid attention to our height difference but right now I was small — and he was very tall compared to me.

I laugh at his comment. For one, because I like challenges but for two, because I would do anything to take my mind off the current destruction in my life.

"I would like to say that I am, Mr. King," His smirk soon transitions into a smile. Before I knew it I was lifted from the floor and thrown on the bed.

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The truth is officially out... however, Damon haven't wholeheartedly let out what he was really feeling.

Will that cause problems?

A/ Thank you for reading chapter 25. See you in the next chapter<3

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