The Mafia Sacrifice

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Starr Marie

"You fücking idiot," I yell at my dad as he stand across the room. "Why did you think that putting yourself in that position was okay? What were you planning to do? Sacrifice yourself leaving me to carry this fucking mafia alone."

"Starr I—," My dad tries to talk but I cut him off.

"And you had the audacity to tell everyone else but me... your daughter?" My voice crack on the last two words. "I mean— I'm not surprised but I thought we were leaning towards the area of being over the part where we lie and keep secrets."

"Starr," He calls my name as I look up to make eye contact with him. "Can you come with me for a second."

I look around the room to see the eyes of many of his men, Damon's men, Dimmy, Damon, and his wife, Natalie. I nod my head as he gestures me to a random hallway.

Following him, observing his odd movements as he was limping down the hallway. As much pain as he was in, he continued his journey and the expression on his face didn't change once.

That's one thing I despise about mafia leaders, mafia members, whatever the hell you want to call them. They are so used to hiding their thoughts, feelings, opinions, and pain, that they mask themselves.

Making it harder to read or understand them.

We come to a stop at a big brown door. One that was much different from other doors in his house because the others were all white. It had three locks on it. All being different; one was a combination lock, another was a tradition key lock, and the last was a letter padlock.

He turns and gives me a look, one that basically asked me to grant him privacy by turning around, so I did. I listened to every click, ever swift movement, and the sound of the keys moving. Once it stopped, I look over my shoulder to see my dad standing with his hand on the doorknob.

Watching him open the door, I walk in first into the room, not thanking him for holding open the door because I was still too anger at him. It was a plain white room that had a single chair, a small table, a black pen holder which held a pen, and a book which laid on the table.

"What is this room?" I question him while he shuts the door behind us.

He gestures me to take a seat in the chair. I look at the chair which was a wooden black rocking chair. He gestures to the chair once more so I follow his request.

Sitting in the chair, he points beside me. "Open the book."

I pick up the book which was black with a silky smooth structure. Opening it slowly to see pictures — all of which look like of me.

They are me.

I smile at the pictures of me as a baby.

At those times, I didn't understand how life could trick you into anything. I didn't understand that there is somethings you can't get and things that won't be easy for people like me.

At those times, if didn't know that there's a darkness... and that darkness could create a hold on the best of people.

I was carefree.

Having no thought that my life would be like this in any way.

"I watched you all the time and kept tabs on you," He explains as I examine the pictures. "I know it certainly may sound creepy, but I always wanted to make sure my baby girl was okay."