𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥: The Mafia Princess

Am I going to die?

I come from a very wealthy family. It's no secret. My dad, Geovani Bianco was quite the celebrity...if that's what you want to call him. He owns the majority of the fancy restaurants back home in Italy. Growing up I was an only child, you could imagine how badly I'd get picked on... "daddy's girl" is what they'd call me. "Sofia Arina Bianco, the little baby who couldn't do anything without her daddy",  ugh.

My parents loved me the only way they knew how in their own way. Before my mom died,  my dad was everything but mean. He was the best dad anyone could ask for, he was the happiest guy I knew! Now, it's different. I can tell he misses her but he's different though, something else dark changed in him.

He seems scared and always at the edge of his seat, overprotective and strict. Tough love, I guess?  I thought now that I'm older things would be different. Maybe it would be nice to get away from my past and start a new chapter in my life? Less complicated, less stressful. I thought that was the best thing to do, at the time. Little did I know I was falling right back into old habits...

I moved out of Italy and headed to New York. I left everything behind except for all my clothes and  all my belongings. I meant what I said when I wanted to start a new chapter in my life. I used the money I had left to buy a nice loft. The view was beautiful, I could see right into Manhattan.

Not long after I settled, must have been a week in or two, I heard glass shatter. It didn't bug me at first because I  just thought it was outside. Come to my surprise when I hear three men arguing just outside my loft. Those same three men had burst through my window and grabbed me, then wrapped a blindfold across my eyes along with zip ties cuffing my hands. Leaving me helpless. They didn't know who they were messing with. My dad would kill them if he found out about this. Luckily, I knew how to defend myself.

I lifted my leg as high as I could and I kicked one of the men where it hurts most. As for the other two, I stepped on their feet and elbowed them in the stomach. I tried to run as fast as I could, away from there. But my hands had been tied and my eyes still covered. I couldn't see where I was going.
Eventually, I stopped running.

I could feel someone standing right in front of me. I could smell his rich cologne hovering over my body.  I suddenly forgot how to breathe. How could I be feeling this way, was he responsible for my attempted kidnapping? Was I going to die?
I try to take a step back acknowledging the fact that they might try to stop me, when my eyes start to see light. The man before me had lifted off the blindfold and at that moment I could feel nothing but light butterflies. He looked me up and down, almost like he recognized me. 
Those three men I had hurt looked at each other and started whispering. Seconds after I was hurled over a shoulder and once again, being kidnapped.

I just sat there crying, wondering how I got here, in the back of a van. Feeling like  nothing but an embarrassment and a failure. Was everybody right? Was I a daddy's girl who couldn't care and defend herself?
The van eventually came to a halt, the back doors of the van slid open leaving my trembling body exposed. For a split second, I could see my mom in the back of that van with me. She came close and smiled at me. She was waiting to say something, but what?  Was I dying? How could I be seeing her right now? S-she was gone.
"Mommy? H-how can y-", I asked.
"Hush hush my child, that's not important right now, what is important is that you need to pull it together and be the daughter I raised. A strong woman."
"You will be okay my baby, I love you." she said.

That was the last moment I saw her. Those comforting words gave me some peace of mind, I knew I'd be okay.
Out of the van, I was placed in a room with so many people
In it. I hear someone starting to approach me.
                            "Bienvenido mi amor! You must be very confused as to why you are here. Let me introduce myself... I am Mattaeo Sanchez, leader of the Los Santos pandilla de la mafia.

I gave a look of confusion.

Oh, right sorry chica my bad, I am the leader of the biggest mafia." Matteo explained.

As the words left his lushes lips, all I could focus on was his alluring body. I had never been so attracted to anyone. But I came back to reality and...

"I'm sorry what?", I asked.
Whenever I got scared, my natural instinct was sarcasm. And what I said next could have cost me my life.
"Okay so... if you're going to kill me hurry up and do it because this is too much drama." I added.
Oh god. Why did I say that?

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"Oh no, no, no, chica. You're not here to be killed. You're here for leverage against your precious daddy." Matteo said. Of course, intending to sound arrogant.

"What are you talking about, how the fuck do you know my father?!"
"Ay a little feisty now are we?" Matteo asked.

Everyone starts to whisper to each other, I was clearly missing something. What were they not telling me?

"Oh, you don't know? Matteo slowly paced towards me. "Well, your precious daddy is just like me. Except I didn't kill his dad, no...  he killed mine." Matteo explained.

"What!? W-what!?"