The Mafia Mistress

Mistakes

Grace's pov:
It was...

Sebestian

I was now definitely beyond fucked up! What the fuck is happening with me!?

G: Seb!?
S: hey *smirks*
G: h-h-how could you?
S: I don't know babe,it just kinda happened.
G: but he killed your brother!
S: oooh about that....well....I lied
G: what!?
S: didn't you hear baby?...I lied
G: I fucking trusted you!....I trusted you with all I had in me!
S: well that's sad because (knelt to face Grace)....you're about to get fucked.
G: you asshole!...let me go!!!
R: oh no no no sweetie...you think we're gonna let you go so easily?...well that ain't happening doll.
G: I'm not a doll you idiot
R: oh ofcourse not....you're a...um...let's just say....a... tissue paper.
S: tissue paper?...how come?
R: well you use it and throw it away.
S: aaah!...now I get it. That's kinda perfect actually.
R: aw... look at her face bro....how broken
G: yes...I might look broken but I'm not. Just let me up on my feet and then see what I can do you assehole.
S: hm...its not that bad of an idea you know.
R: really.....?
G: huh look at you both cowards scared to realease a girl from her ropes even when you have security around you. That's a-

Seb-...ugh. Sebestian didn't let me finish my sentence and HE slapped me right across my face. I looked at him with my eyes filled with tears of anger. I was burning inside. And after a few moments of gazing each other, he decided to let me up.  He came forward and untied all the ropes that were wrapped around me. He went behind. I stood up looking and my wrists that had cuts and my arms were bruised. I cracked my knuckles and my neck in front of them, fisting my palms with all the rage inside me. I closed my eyes and said,

Dad....this is for you

I looked up at them who were also ready to fight. Richard came at me first wanting to punch me in the face while blocked him and punched him in the stomach continuously for 7 to 8 punches. Sebestian garabbed me from behind, I elbowed him and punched him the face with all the strength in me. He fell to the ground. I felt Richard rise from the ground and went behind to get him but as I was about to go closer Sebastian again held me back by holding my arms behind my back twisting them. I felt pain but I could take it, I was trained for this. Richard came at me and I took advantage of the support of Sebastian's arms holding mine and lifted both my legs up to kick Richard, one foot in the face and the other on his neck, knocking him out. Then I released myself from Sebastian's grip and started punching him but he kept blocking me. As soon as I got him the lights went out there was an explosion of a smoke bomb.

I was looking around but it was pitch black. Someone grabbed my are and dragged me out of the area leading outside. I tried to get away but I was being held back again and again. I couldn't see who it was. When we reached outside and the light struck on our faces I recognized it was Mark, my whole and soul and my dad's assistant.
I was relieved to see him. (M: Mark)

G: Mark, it's you
M: hi...are you alright?
G: yeah I'm fine.
M: okay we need to get out of here.
G: but them inside?
M: don't worry your team will take care of them.
Now let's get you out of here.

With this we walked away from the barn type area which I was in, and led to the car. We got in and drove away as fast as we could. We reached my house in about 2 hours. The ride was completely silent. I had nothing to tell him. I had let him down. Him and dad.

I stepped inside and went upstairs to freshen up, as Mark said. I stripped off and let myself drown in the storm inside my mind right now with the warm water running down my skin. I just couldn't take it. It was too much. How could he could he do this!? I trusted him. So fucking much. I gave him all I had in me. I gave him the right and permission to touch me. I opened myself up in front of him. I let my guard down. And what did he do? Just used me. Just used me for his pleasure and me being stupid gave in like an idiot. I hit myself in the head with my palm. Tears streaming down my face along with the water.

Maybe he's right. I am a fucking tissue paper. Just use, and throw.

I got all the strength in me together and washed myself. I got out of the shower wrapping a towel around my wet body and went into the closet. I wore a grey sweatshirt and black leggings. I came out and  looked at myself in the full length mirror. My face was bruised and looked tired. My wrists were still hurting. My ankles were red and every limb of my body seemed to be broken. Except for my heart. It didn't seem to be broken, it was broken, shattered into pieces.

I walked downstairs and glanced at Mark before going to the kitchen and grabbing myself some energy drink. I walked to the living room and took a seat beside him on the couch. He took my hand in his and gave me a stern look. I was kind scared. But his face softened when a few tears rolled down my cheeks which I was quick enough to wipe them away.

M: Gracie...dear.......it's okay
G: noo it's n-not.......I lost...I lost again.....I'm just a worthless piece of crap.
M: how many have I told you not to call yourself that?
G: then what am I!?...a tissue paper!? Like he said!? Honestly at this point a tissue paper seems more useful than me.
M: why do you do this to yourself?....why do you have to blame yourself for something you don't have control over.
G: but I was supposed to have control over this Mark. But I still blew it. I blew that one opportunity away that could have led me to giving dad justice. He wanted me to do this. And I let him down. I let you down. You spent all these years in training me and now look at me, blowing up everything I have. I lost again. Not just to Richard but to myself. I trusted Sebestian with my heart and soul and knowing that I should've checked about those mystery phone calls, but I never did and lost the chance of my life. Now tell me what is even the use of me living?............Tell me!
M: Gracie....you need to calm down dear. Here drink this.

He made me drink half the bottle of the energy drink I had in my hands.

M: now, you listen to me...and you listen good. It doesn't matter if you succeed or not. You did everything you possibly could. You gave up your own life to take over your father's.....not many people are able to do that Grace. And believe me if he was here he would've been nothing but proud by seeing you like this. I'm not lying. I know you made that mistake of not checking those phone calls but when you trust someone, you trust them completely and that will always lead to atleast one mistake. Believe me when I say even I and your dad made mistakes, although we were much more experienced than you. But you made the least mistakes in all of us. You made this one....just one mistake. But that doesn't mean you have to question your existance. Enough is enough. You suffered a lot. And now it's time for those two to suffer. So get ready and wipe those tears away. You need to be my strength not weakness. We can do this. YOU can do this. Yeah?
G: yes......I will