The Mafia Brothers

Chapter 2

This chapter is dedicated to the beautiful @flowerbabyyyy for being the first person to comment on the previous chapter! Thanks for reading! ❤️

I wake up early next morning, my previous encounter with the men completely forgotten as I go downstairs to go for a quick early morning run before I make myself some breakfast, get ready and leave for work. Running helps me clear my mind and focus on what's important to me right now. Money, yes, that's what. Only money can get me out of the rut my parents have put me in.  I push myself harder and run faster, willing myself to be strong. Yes, I can do this! I come back home, feeling refreshed, only to see big, black, expensive looking cars outside our house. Fuck my life! I go inside and see the two men again, only they somehow look scarier accompanied with all the other tall, broad men with them. What are they planning on doing? Killing us? Fuck. I am shitting my pants but somehow manage to keep on a brave face. "Hey you, whoever you are .....Sir. I will pay you whatever my parents owe you. Please don't hurt us. Please!" I sound like a nervous child who is about to be punished by a teacher. Fuck! I need to sound like a strong woman and not a scared child.

The men are just looking at me with curiosity.

"How much do they owe you?" I ask them.

"One million Dollars." The green- eyed one says after giving his brother a look. What the actual fuck. I feel slightly dizzy and I wobble as my knees almost give away.

I am at a loss for words. When? What? What did they do with the money? The hell?

"What...? Are you .. are you sure? One million dollars?" I look from the men to my fucktard parents and then to the men again, fervently hoping that I am in my worst nightmare ever but that all this will be over once I wake up.

Everyone stays quiet.

"Are you going to kill us?" I ask them.

"No." The green-eyed man tells me and I suspect his eyes go a little soft.

"You should have told her." The brown eyed one snarls at my parents and they jump in fright. The man looks scary.

"Told me? Told me what? Are you going to take my parents away? What's happening? Please don't hurt us!" I am reduced to begging now and I can't stop the tears that are freely flowing now. So much for being a brave, strong woman.

"We're not going to take your parents away." The green-eyed man says and I sag and cry in relief. Pathetic, full blown sobs.

"Oh, th- thank God." I sob but then my world comes to a stop as I hear him say those words. 

"We're going to take you."