Gabriella

GABRIELLA: 24

I ignited the vehicle and drove to a hidden spot and parked in a place that seemed less noticeable. I marched boldly towards the bungalow house.

I stayed by the window and intentionally made some noise.

"Who's there!" A voice barked

I put on my most innocent face and prepared for the worst. A man of about 5'8, huge with solid abs grabbed me arrogantly.
He brought me inside and pushed me to the ground and tied my hands with a rope.

"Look what I found." He said to his colleagues.
"A brat." He barked

"Screw that; a sexy brat." one of the thugs commented.

I put on my most disgusted look.

I wore a skimpy gown. Body-con to be exact. I was supposed to entice the group leader so that I could join their gang which was a very risky task.

"I agree." Another said who was short and plump but tough-looking.

"We could use her for our advantage and the boss wouldn't suspect a thing." the plump guy added.

"Really? You wanna do it behind my back?" A tall man of about 6'00 inches spoke from the back of the room. He just entered.

Fear was written all over the plump guy's face. He started stammering. That must be the boss.

"God-father, I was just joking." He said with a sheepish smile

"That's what you said the last time." The boss replied.

"I'm sorry." The plump guy pleaded.

"It seems that you aren't trustworthy." The boss stated

"I'll change."

"That's what you said the last time." The boss said again.

A guy at the corner burst into a silent giggle because  of the boss' statement but one could hear the echoes.

The boss gave him a death glare and he immediately killed the grin.

"I'm..."

Before he could even complete his statement, the boss shot him in the heart and with that he fell on the ground unconscious.

Fear gripped the other guys and it was pretty obvious but they all shrugged it off some moments later.

"Dump him!" The boss commanded.

The other mafia guys hurriedly grabbed his corpse and took him out to dump.

"Whose this little kitty?" The boss asked rhetorically
"I'm called Peter the Fierce. But you can call me Peter." The boss said

Ugh, I detest people named PETER.

He grabbed me by the jaw and looked at me intensely.

"What beautiful blue eyes you have." He complimented

He leaned in and kissed me without permission.

"And soft lips too." He added

I spat saliva out of my mouth as a form of insult.

"Hmm, feisty too." He said with a grin.

He untied my hands and announced to everyone that I would be his P.A.

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He took me to his chamber and introduced me to the big guys. I think he used them for big plots and crimes.

I gazed around and saw where Dad was kept. His condition had worsened. He was beaten again but this time on the face. His eyes were swollen and one of then had already closed shut. His lips were also swollen.

Thank God, I didn't look like my Dad. If I did, my plan would have failed tremendously.
I took the good looks from mom and the body too.

As Peter took me around his man cave, I noticed a guy staring at me suspiciously.
He watched me all the time.

He must have been the one who harmed Mom. He must know that I'm her daughter because of our resemblance.

I sat down by the table as they ate lunch. That was where they told me to swear that I would be faithful to the gang. I definitely wasn't going to keep that promise. I was already an informant.

As I was reciting the swear statement, my eyes met with the suspicious guy and his glare became intense in more like an evil way.

He knows....

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