< Chapter 17 >

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Alessandro's POV:

Its been one week, one fucking week and I still have not found her. Only one name comes to mind when i think of who took her,again. Petro Romanov. The enemy of my, well my father because hes the don right now but he has stepped back and given me most control. I will take over being the don when I turn 21 which is in a year.

The ball is in 2 hours and I hope I see that bastard so i can hopefully make a deal with him. If I could i would kill him but the gonverment of the underworld would come after my family's mafia.

I make a few calls to make sure everything is set case anything goes down. I make my way to my closet to pick out a suit. I choose a black shirt and tie with a red vest and jacket.

I look in the mirror and i must say i look pretty damn good

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I look in the mirror and i must say i look pretty damn good. That thought dissapears as soon as it comes because of the stress and worry filling my body.

I make my way out to the black limozione waiting for me and my family. I told my dad about Kelani and as much as he doesn't seem to like her, he hates Petro more then anything.

My mom,dad,sister and i all pile into the limo. We all get situated in our seats and give the driver the go ahead to start driving.

Kelani's POV:

We are now in one of Petros very fancy cars driving to the ball he is forcing me to go to even after all that has happened in the last week or so. He had a makeup artist cover all of the scars and bruises on my body. He has his greasy ass hand on my thigh tightly almost as if im gonna try to escape.

Ive realized something, after all that has happened i need to fight, i need to get out of this hell hole. After alot of thinking, tonight is the night. I'm sure i will be able to require a weapon and that is when i will do something ive never thought id have to do.

The girl who enjoyed her life and was a ray of sunshine is gone. My heart has darkened with all that has happened. If i wanna survive i have to fight, and in this world you   have to fight dirty. As much as id love to go back to my peaceful semi innocent life, i have a feeling i'll be in this type of lifestyle for a long time.

We finally pull up to the palace the ball is held at and my nerves are running wild. He threatans me harshly before we step out.

Cameras flashing and papparazzi everywhere. I keep my face down but i guess that was a mistake. "Keep your fucking head up and smile, I dont want you to embarress me" he whispers in my ear. To others it probably looks like a sweet gesture of love or some shit like that that but it was anything but.

We walk in linked at the arms. I put on the best act of confidence i can manage but it soon becomes real as i think of what will happen tonight. People are staring at us and i take in the view infront of me. Men all around with women with them who looked like they are just tag alongs for show. I have yet to see a couple who actually looks in love. I suddenly feel eyes burning through my skull and i look up in the direction i feel it. It is then i meet his eyes. I try to send a message of help to him through our gaze but I think it fails because his eyes are burning with rage.

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Hey bestie boos. This is like the third chapter today and im like beyond proud of myself but i just hope yall like it.

enjoyyyyyyyyy

-K

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