𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐎𝐒𝐀,, romeo bianchi

𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗀𝖾

LOWERCASE INTENDED ! [ bc I'm lazy :) ]

⚠️TW⚠️: domestic violence/abuse !

3 years prior | 3rd Person POV

"let me go alessandro." she struggled in his grip. bruises littered her face. "i said let me go !" she cried.
"NO ! what have i told you about going out anywhere without me, dressed like a slut no less, huh ?" he spat at her, "i'll teach you good fucking lesson and maybe next time you'll remember what i told you about that." he smiled sinisterly. he raised a fist, ready to punch her but she's had enough. this always happened.

every time he'd tell her he wouldn't do it again, and to reconcile he'd let her go out with friends. then, he'd get mad at something again, and drag her away from her friends. he'd drag her home and beat her up. just for him to apologise to her in the morning, she always forgave him. but this time was different. this time it was just too much, she just couldn't anymore. so she kicked him, hard.

he fell back holding his area. she mustered the energy to get up, kick him there again just for good measure and run. she already had her bag packed. she had started saving since she's little, saving was a necessity in her home. she has about 500k in that bag which is enough for now, and with it, she ran.

she ran as fast as she could to the car. the key was still in, she keyed the car and zoomed off just as she saw his face in the window. she cried while on the road, almost crashed multiple times, but made it to her destination safely. she wasn't crying because of bruises, she was running on adrenaline so she didn't feel the pain as bad, she was crying because she felt as though she'd failed her father.

her farther was a honourable military veteran hero. he'd even taught her how to do basic military training. they had an amazing relationship before she meet him. dad was never ok with their relationship, but he wanted to support her so he let it go. mum wasn't alright with the relationship either, yet like her husband, she supported her daughter. nevaeh didn't care, she was in love. he had her wrapped around his finger and she didn't see it. xavier hated him, with every morsel in his body. he tried to tell nevaeh that he wasn't good for her, but she would listen. she blocked him out, even cut ties with him. biggest mistake of her life.

one day it started. the beatings. he said it was to straighten her out, teach her respect, for her own good. it wasn't any of those. he just did it cuz. he didn't love her, fucked anything with a hole his dick could fit into. she knew but forgave him every time. her 'friends' didn't help at all. the only people she considered as friends were khalil and rayah. they made her smile in her many times of darkness. sandro never liked them. but they were the one thing that nevaeh wasn't going to let go for him. they were there before him. WAY before him. to make him happy she distanced herself from them a little bit. that little bit enlarged and they meet once every 2 months.

she shook her head of those thoughts. she parked the car at the terminal. she ran to the bathroom to tend to her wounds and change. she changed into a dark outfit consisting of a black sports bra, aan oversized black hoodie, oversized black sweatpants, and black airforces. she had to keep a low profile. she entered the bus and sat at the back.

new york here we come.

hey baddies how y'all like the prologue ? this mafia fic came to me in a dream so i had to write it.
anyways remember to:
- drink water
- use condom
- stay humble
- stay hustling
- stay safe !

~ kiyokospussyfairy 🧚🏿‍♀️