Sicilian Mafias Daughter

Chapter 13

Hearing someone knock at my door, I check the time 9:00 am. Another knock on the door. " Wait a fucking minute!!" I shouted while stretching and just when I was about to stand... Next thing you know my father bust open the door. " What took you so long to answer this door Gisela "He comes walking in and just stops and stares. " Dad I was sleeping, forgive me for trying to get up and stretch." He just stared at me. " Are you done?" He says. As if he's up to something. " Dad don't start please.. I'm so fucking tired of you just doing this." " Stop!" He quickly shouts out. " I'm not here to give you any shit, I'm giving you my card.. go shopping, your brother told me he needs clothes and so do you." I was so confused. He hands me his card and I just stood there. " Why the hell you in a good mood for this morning." I said. " Young lady take this card before you go no where." I didn't think twice and just grabbed the card so quick out of his hands. " I want you guys back no later than 3. I have something planned for all of us." He said while walking towards the door. There's no way he's acting all nice after that shit that happened last night. " What I can't be nice to my daughter?" He said with a smirk. I just stared at him. " You being nice after last night seems foolish to me but ok." I said walking to my bathroom. " First of all young lady don't you dare question me.. you can't just be nice and say thank you?" " Thank you." I shouted quickly. " I can let you know if I'll be participating to this thing you got planned later. My brother and I have plans later." I said while tieing up my hair. " Now you listen to me." He started walking towards me. " You will be participating and so help me god if you step out of line and say anything stupid and give me a hard time. You will be locked in your room for the rest of your life." I can hear him breath heavy. I gave out a little smirk and shook my head. " for the rest of my life dad? Really?.. Get real. I think you forgot I'm 24 years old I'm not a child. You speaking like this to me will never make me want to speak to you again." I stepped closer. " Who you think you talking to.. Gisella you live in my house, you won't ever disrespect me as long as we're under my roof, you do as I say.. if you don't like it. You can simply stay the fuck in your room. Because this attitude is just like how you had it when you were 16 and I will not deal with it again. You hear me!" " yes I clearly remember all those beatings father thank you for reminding me." We had this staring contest for a minute. I was waiting on his next move.....

To be continued...