Beneath Your Beautiful

TRIP DOWN MEMORY LANE

-Unknown POV

He made me succumb to his smile, his laugh. Everything eventually falls in place when one is in love right?

No.

Wrong!

It was never the case for people like me. Everything was dark. A certain evilness with it. I couldn't help it. I never started it. I'm only here to continue what was started. Huh?

Fuck.

I hate this. I never wanted this, after the birth of my child, i thought everything would be rosy, all peaches and cream. Oh, fuck this idea of a happy ending, this isn't fuckin disney for crying out loud. I thought things would be better, sadly, i was mistaken. All the effort i put in escaping my past, it followed me here.

I had just come back from grocery shopping. My boy, Jayden was at school. I swear seeing him smile is the one thing that keeps me going nowadays. I've gone into full on depressed mode, and i can't help it.

A few years ago, i ran away from home, away from the italian mafia. My father, Lorenzzo, wished to make his mafia more powerful, by giving his daughter as a peace offering to our Russian counterparts. Screw my life.

My older sister wanted it, she wanted everything. I had gone and had an affair with an American man. He was a lovely man. Everything went smoothly until I fell pregnant, my sister snitched on me to my dad, and he was pissed. Like mad pissed. He nearly killed us. He didn't though.

Well, my power hungry bitch sister, decided she'd "run" away too, just like i did. We led a normal life for twelve fuckin years. Twelve! Everything was amazing. It was that one phone call that fucked my life straight. Don't get me wrong, i loved the adrenaline and exciting life of feeling "invincible" the mafia life was exciting, but it was the wrong way to raise my baby.

"Isabella I'm coming to fucking get you. Don't even think about trying some stunt shit, otherwise, I'll shoot you between your damn eyes." My "fiance", Alexei Molkovic, the fuckin leader of the Russian mafia, was still looking for me, he wanted me back.

I couldn't think about leaving America, my sweet husband, James and pulling my son into this mess i call my life. I could never. I'd be a bad mother wouldn't i ?

James and i continued living normally for 3 months. Until he "unexpectedly " died. Knowing better, i knew this had Alexei written all over it. A few weeks after that incident. I received a letter.

Isabella Luciano.

Don't think about doing shit, I'm coming for you. I'll kill that baby that's turned you into a weakling.

I cried. I barely ate, moved, slept or did anything for a matter of fact. I protected Jayden with all my heart, mind body and soul. I protected him. He was my life source. And if he died, I'd die too. The love of my life was killed. So I protected the only thing we had. Our son.

A month later, he came into my house, at night. I put up one hell of a fight. He overpowered me, then took me. Away from the world. Away from my son.

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-Hayley

This room is really starting to smell terrible. Damn. I wasn't really scared honestly. I mean it was just Grace right? Apparently my "dad" was looking for me. I'd be damned if i didn't meet him. I don't care if he was a monster. I wanted to meet the man who helped bring me into this fucked up world.

"Wake up and eat this shit little girl" the guard said. He was a big man, he looked like he was in his thirties , I'm contemplating on guilt tricking him, he probably has kids right?

"Sir" my voice cracked a bit. Probably because my throat was drier than the Sahara desert.

"What" he turned to face me. His eyes were emotionless. His voice blank. His facial expression blank too.

"Please tell me who my father is, and how she knows Mrs Grace." I asked hoping he wouldn't just look at me and walk away, just like every body else does.

"You don't know what your father is?" Something like remorse sounded in voice.

"Yes, i only know his name is Mateo. Nothing more than that"

"Well, he's our rival. He's pretty powerful, our boss, Mrs Grace, wants to take him out"

"What do you mean?"

"Mrs Grace runs the American mob. She's a ruthless gangster who wants the mafias, the Russian, and the Spanish mafia" he spoke.

When did the fuckin mafias and fuckin gangsters get involved? What the hell is going on. I thought my dad was just some rich player. And Mrs Grace? Talk about two faced.

"Wait, so how is Mateo involved in all of this?" I asked, i knew the answer that was coming. I didn't want to hear it though. Mateo is a Spanish name. Meaning my father is Spanish. So is he in control of the Spanish mafias?

"He leads the Spanish mafia of course child." The man spoke,sounding amused by my cluelessness. I brought my knees up to my chest. And began sobbing. I knew that this woman, who was power-hungry. Wanted everything to her self. She wanted everything everyone at her disposal.

"Sir, please. Whatever happens here. Please don't let her kill me. Please. Sir." I cried. I was helpless in this situation. I could do nothing but wallow in self pity.

"My name is Carlos " he spoke. "I'll protect you child. You just have to trust me." He smiled briefly.

"I'm Hayley, promise you'll help me escape. " i said in between sobbs.

"I promise. "

It had been three months since this psyco bitch kidnapped me. Carlos had been helping me. He would give me proper food. One time he tried to help me escape, but it was pointless since the whole property was filled with loyal ass guards.

"Carlos?" I asked one time we were talking. I've learned so much about him. "Have you met my father." He hesitated for a moment. And he glanced at me, then he turned serious again.

"That's a story for another day no? " he smiled briefly and went back to his post. I knew he was lying. He probably knew him. Why else would he defy his psychotic boss. And help me. The prisoner?