The Mafia Sacrifice

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Starr Marie

"Angelina Torez?" I say confused.

She makes eye contact with me. My heart instantly falls as I catches her eyes. But I glance at the eye which my heel got stuck in. It has a glass eye appointed in it.

"Is that your son?" I question her gesturing Damon to take me back to her and the child.

I tone out the screams and the hollers of the other people in the room, trying to focus on her and the child.

She nods her head. "I just want my son safe."

"So you told him to cut someone who was trying to help him?" I say painfully frustrated.

"No," She calls out. "I taught him to protect himself and he's done just that."

"I wanted to help my mommy," He screams as tears fall down his face. "Mommy said you were going to hurt her again."

"Is that what she's told you?" I question him. He's nods his head and drops his tears as the two men hold him. "We're not going to hurt your mommy."

"Okay," He begins sniffling. "Please don't hurt my mommy."

I wave my hands towards the men who held the child. They return me a look before letting him go. I watch the child run to Angelina, hopping into her arms.

"Starr," Damon calls my attention. "If you don't get assistance, you'll bleed out. I'm not going to let that happen," He says sternly.

I nod my head, aggressively. "I know...but the kid."

Damon stands in front of me so I could see only him. "We'll handle that later. Right now, I need you alive."

"Okay," I respond. "Okay," I say once more, telling myself this time, that I need to be okay to help others.

I began to walk away when Angelina calls out my attention. "Please help us," She says as if I could save her from whatever she's here for. "I'm sorry about the last time we've met. I just... I did it for my son. For my family," She begins to cry.

Her last two words stop me.

Family.

Issac did the same thing and look where it got him. In a bed that resembles a hospital bed. The act up laying in prone position. Unescapable pain that sitting on his back while trying to heal. And a long recovery time, forcing one to think about their life and all the fucked up shit happening at that moment.

I close my eyes. Because I realize that this is more similar to than I thought. I swallow the thought of Angelina trying take my upcoming kindness for weakness.

"Please take Alexei and Angelina to get cleaned up," I say to just about anyone in the room. Than I limp myself out of the room with Damon's help.

Damon King

Starr wince at the pain as I place an alcohol pad on the cut placed on her upper thigh. Once I'm done  cleaning out the cut, I observe what is in front of me. "You're going to need stitches."

I could see frustration appear on her face behind the obvious hints of pain. "Okay let's just get this over with before I faint looking at all this blood."

I let a small laugh out soon dropping it to focus on Starr before me. "I'll call Charlie. He's really good at patching things up."

"I'm kinda shook you don't have a personal doctor, but I'm more surprised that you're calling Charlie," She says with surprise in her voice.