A Mob Bosses Daughter.(Original.)

Twenty Two: Miggys Father

"Come on, there are kids only a couple years old, well even let you have one half off at the auction." I hear a voice say from the other side of the door. "I told you, I'm not interested in your human trafficking, humans aren't objects." I hear my grandfather's voice say a little more sternly, irritation slightly slipping into his voice. 

"Come on, we're giving you a great deal." Another voice says. "My boss said no and that we're not interested in this kind of business, so please leave." I hear my grandfathers second-in-command, Angelo, say. "Oh come on." The man said. 

I hear someone get out of their seat. "Permesso di uccidere?" Angelo asks, irritated. (Translation: Permission to kill?). "Resisti." Marco replies. (Translation: Hold on.). "You and your men have one minute to leave." Marco threatens. "You're making a mistake." The other man said. "Now!" I hear Angelo say angrily. "Fine! But just know we'll be expecting you at the auction." The man said before getting up.

I hear the men get up and I stand up and run out to the hallway of the restaurant and act like nothing happened. I hear all six of the disgusting bastards walk out of the door angrily grumbling. I watch them walk past me and exit through the door. "That's was five where's the-" Alex starts saying before I feel my arm get grabbed by the last guy. I twist the guy's arm, hit behind his knee and twist around, spray him in the eyes with my pepper spray, grab the knife out of my shoe, and cover the guy's mouth while holding a knife to his throat, keeping my leg in a position so he's unable to escape. 

"Say a word and you're dead." I said to him, He scoffs as a response so I shove the knife further into the skin making him wince. "Blink twice if you understand." I whisper to him, digging the knife in slightly making a trail of blood trickle down his neck. "Atom." I hear a voice say after a door opens. 

I look towards the door and see my grandfather and some of his men. We both momentarily pause and look back at each other for a solid five seconds before the other door opens. "Hey man what's taking you so-" a guy says before actually looking to see what's on the other side of the door.

Everyone instantly pulls their guns out and gets serious. "Oh hey." I say to the fucking bastards. "Kill him and we'll kill you. Who even are you?!" One of the men says. "Ok so this is neutral territory, right? So let's just talk this out." I say, moving my hand from the guy's mouth to his hair and pushing him down closer to the floor. "Fine. What happened?" Someone asks. 

"Now Nonno stay calm, or don't. I honestly don't care at the moment." I say waving my knife around. "Anyways, so I was chilling and waiting to go back into the room and then as everyone was about to leave, he grabbed me and I twisted around bam, bam, bam, blah, blah, blah. And here we are. So really it's all his fault when he shouldn't have even tried anything in the first place." I say while still holding the man who keeps trying to struggle out of my grip.

"Seems good enough for me, Atom lets go, we'll deal with this later." Marco says. "That's not fair!" I try to fight back. Marco gives me a look that tells me all I need to know. I roll my eyes and let go of the guy kicking once for good measure. "Deal. But I'm taking a souvenir." I say while cutting off the man's finger. Another scream of agony comes from the man then some of his 'friends' try to attack me. I kick them and hold a gun to them. "Leave or we really will kill you." I glare at the men. 

After a few grumbles and glares from the men they finally leave. "Are you ok!?" My grandfather says running up to me and getting down to my level. "Nonno I'm ok." I sigh. "Good!" He exhales relieved. "Hug?" He asks, opening his arms. "I'm not sure if you want anyone touching you right now and I don't want to have you-" he starts rambling on before I interrupt him. "Hug." I say hugging him. He sighs and hugs me tightly. For a Mafia gang leader he sure is a softy.