Mafia Princess

Chapter 16

Adrianna's POV:

The darkness spread around the room, the creaking floorboards could be heard from this dim basement. The cold concrete floor dug into my skin. The rough metal cuff around my neck causing my breath to be shattered.

The limp bodies around me drip blood, the smell from them worsening as they age in their new form of death. Some have their eyes open and seem to be staring into my soul while the others got peace and managed to shut them.

The slow breathing of the body next to me starts to speed as a conscious state is formed. I see the grey eyes I know so well. His hand grabs mine squeezing it almost as if telling me we will be ok.

"piccola colomba" (little dove)

I groan as the smell and chain have caused my throat to hurt and talking seems to be out of the question, the body of my true brother is thrown into the cell with us and a deep sigh leaves his lips.

With his shaking figure enters the man who haunts my dreams, the man who caused this much pain.

"How we all today, you boys ok?" He asks with that sinister smirk on his face, they just ignore him which causes a deep chuckle past his lips.

"Nevermind, I didn't come for you, how's my маленький монстр" (little monster)

I don't respond to which he sighs angrily, then just storms out of the cell, slamming the heavy metal door behind him, the door which if I got past would get me closer to my freedom.

"You ok?" the voice beside me speaks again, he nods and comes closer. I'm the only one chained to the wall, taking a beating after beating my body is weak, too weak.

I took the beatings for my family, they don't deserve this. They are here because of me. Because this is my fault, they were after me. We've been stuck here for 6 years. 6 years of torture and I don't know how long my body can hold on any longer.

I shoot up, sweat dripping down my forehead, breathing heavily. I survived, I made it. I'm not dead, he is, he's dead. I look over at the time seeing it's 7.19 am.

I get out of bed and make my way to change, throwing on some ripped jeans and a blue top, two of my tattoos very visibly now. My family however have only seen one, the heartbeat of my love. The heartbeat I listened to every night to get my breathing steady. The others are the leaves coming out from the V neck part of my top.

I walk downstairs but stop when I hear the voices of my family, the uncles, aunts, cousins, brothers, dad, and grandparents.

"Why is she here, can't we just send her back to a foster home" I hear one of my lovely cousins yell.

"That is my daughter, I am not sending her away" I hear my dad yell back, a smile finds its way onto my face yet wipes off quickly when I hear my brothers, more precisely the triplets, agree to the idea my cousin suggested.

I walk into the room and everyone freezes staring at me.

"Say it to my face" I mutter walking past them and heading to the mugs to make a coffee.

"We think you should go to a foster home, you're weak" speak up a smirking Liam.

"Yeah, is that an engagement ring on your neck, so much of a whore you already have to get a man" a smirking Dominic speaks up now, however, his voice laces disgust.

The other idiot Harris makes his way over to me and brings my necklace closer to his face to inspect it. I see in my provisional vision Marco tenses.

"I wouldn't do anything with that, she can throw a punch" he now voices. I smirk knowing he saw me beat up my ex adoptive father.

"Yeah right, like this bitch can punch," Harris says ripping the necklace off my neck. My blood is boiling, no one touches my necklace.

A punch finds his cheek before he sees it coming and I knock him off his feet, slowly straddling him. Not in that way, ew he's my cousin. I punch him over and over again leaving his face a bloody mess.

"You don't fucking touch it" I growl at him continuing to punch him. I feel myself being ripped off him and cuddled into my dad's arms.

"Calm down" he whispers into my ear, however, I just shove him off me and grab Dominic next punching him in the face then sending a roundhouse kick to his face knocking him onto the floor. My whole family is staring at me in shock.

The range still fills me as I turn towards Liam. I grab him hearing the muffled voice of my dad then a familiar voice on speaker fills the room.

"Angel, breath, don't make me come over" hearing Nico's voice always manages to bring me to my senses and makes me let go of Liam. I turn around seeing my dad and twin on my phone, Adriano is the only one who knows more about Nico so I'm guessing he found his contact.

I grab my phone out of his hand and end the call, turning back to my family I mutter "never disrespect me, I'm going to school" then walk out of the room. A few minutes later the triplets and Adriano catch up to me. The triplets say nothing while Adriano asks if I am ok, to which I just ignore him. We pile into a car and Leo starts to drive.

Uncle Kevin POV :

I watch as 3 of my boys get their asses beat by their little sister, family is a body that we hold deep. We aren't cousins, we're brothers. I do admit they should have never said that to her, none of us know what she's gone through. Only the nightmare Victor filled us in on. 

I help them off the floor with a disapproving look on my face, "go clean up" I sigh, they scoff but do as I asked. I hear chuckling behind me and turn to see my dad laughing, my brother on the other hand is outraged about what those boys did to our princess, to his daughter.

"She can fight" my dad continues to chuckle, definitely not the time but she can, how does she know how to fight?

"Ho-" I am cut off by my brother David suddenly, asshole.

"So, she disappeared from the ages of 3 - 11. She had a 'nightmare' which we believe is a PTSD memory from those disappearing times, where she was begging someone to stop. She was adopted at 11 but seems very fond of that person, however, she said it has been 3 years since contact, and she had another adoptive father who gave up on her when she got arrested, and she can fight." I nod, something in my brain then clicks.

"Russians..."

Unknown POV :

Well done Italians, you figured it out. I turn off the speaker I have which is connected to the listening device in their kitchen, they should stop having that many conversations there. Too bad some of their guards aren't loyal enough.

Poor little Sarah and Charlie, maybe they might just meet death earlier than expected.

Anything to get my маленький монстр (little monster) back.