Sequel to Mr and Mrs Mafia |Z.D.H.|
After Shay is said to be dead, Zach and the whole crew find ways to deal with the death.
But with Daeva still out there, Zach feels the only way to get closure is to get revenge for Shay. A lot of secrets are unc...
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"She's waking up now sir." A voice says. What the fuck?
I open my eyes and adjust to the bright light. Everything is in a blur and I hear faint talking, before seeing figures walking over to me.
"Shay." A voice I recognized said. Clearing away my blurry vision I see my own father standing in front of me.
"That's not possible." I whisper looking at him. My father died. The death didn't hit us hard for the fact he abused us all daily and made our lives a living hell.
"Shay we have so many things to explain." He says teary eyed. I shake my head and try sitting up but realize I'm handcuffed to the bed.
"You handcuffed me to the bed?" I ask. How could he really not trust me. I was always scared of him.
"Because I wanted you to stay here while I tell you everything I have to say." He responds pulling a chair and sitting next to me.
"Are you scared of me?" I smirk at him and he shakes his head.
"Shay I need to explain why I faked my death." He leans forward and touches my cheek, making me flinch. "Cazzo ." He curses in Italian. (Fuck)
"You always hit me when you touched me father. I never felt a moment of peace when you were near me." I say to him reminiscing on every time he beat me.
"Yes I know." He answers brushing the hair from my face. "I was a drunk. I was fucked up. This is an apology, I'm so sorry for how much I hurt you, I know I don't deserve your forgiveness but I want to start over. I missed you so much." He wipes a tear that drops and looks at me. I look into his eyes and see a broken man, one who is full of regret.
"I forgive you." I whisper out, tearing up. Even if he abused me, made me a monster, and abandoned me, he's still my father.
"How could I not?" I can't stop the tears falling from my eyes, which my father wipes away. "Now can you get me out of these handcuffs?" I smile.
"Of course." He quickly takes them off, embracing me in a hug. "Shay, I have an important job for you. As the boss of the Italian mafia I'm sure you can do this for me."
"Yes of course father." I respond.
"You will be killing a man for me. But first, we need to explain a few things to you." He says. I look at him with a look of confusion, then suddenly I'm knocked out.
