Italian-American Mafia: Origin Story

59.

Persephone Pov

You know that moment in your life where you have to make decisions to stay alive. You have to be smart and calculated. You always have to be one step ahead of anyone, and if you slip up then it's your ass.

You can't think on emotions when your life is in the balance of someone else. Just one small step and you could be six feet under.

I'm not saying I'm in that situation, but I kind of am. Those bastards walked in here and hadn't said a word to me.

It was a pregnant silence, and the tension was so fucking thick. All I wanna do is scream and yell at them, but I can't.

I need to stay quiet so I can figure out as much as I possibly can to help me escape and kill them once and for all.

All I know so far is that they practically know about me, they want to ruin my happiness and take me back so I can become their punching bag again.

They still believe I'm this weak little girl that wouldn't stand up for myself. They think just because I don't do anything, that makes me automatically week.

They don't know that I've been training ever since I escaped that hell. I've been mentally putting the pieces back together that they broke.

I've been getting stronger every day so that one day I can face them and over power them. But now it still feels like they have the upper hand.

I'm chained up like a fucking dog looking at them whilst doing the same to me. I honestly didn't know what I would have done if I saw those people I call my parents again.

One part of me wanted to kill them and repay the torture that they did on me. Another part of me wanted to hear them out basically closure.

Closure is a funny word isn't it. The people that did you wrong always have a reason why they did it. Some reasonings are forgivable and other are not.

Don't get me wrong they are still going to die by my hand, it's just that I've always wanted to know what they put me through so much.

Why they broke me to the point where I would be excited to die.

Why they put me through so much torture and abuse through my whole life.

Why couldn't they love me like any other parents would have.

Why did they have to become my monsters instead of protecting me from them.

Questions swarming through my head but right now isn't the best time to voice my opinion yet. After a long pregnant silence they finally spoke.

'Persephone still the same slut as always' my oh so lovely mother said.

I chuckled softly, 'still ugly and broke as ever' I retorted back.

Once I said that my head had was turned a different way by a slap that was caused by my wonderful father.

Fucking prick.

Closing my eyes and taking deep breaths I brought my head back straight and looked at him with so much hatred in my eyes.

'Respect your mother fucking whore' he screamed in my face.

I scoffed, did he honestly think I'll respect that fucking thing. I'm not the same weak little girl that wouldn't say anything. I'm ready to give them fucking hell.

I smirked at him, did he honestly think I'll stay quiet?

'I can't respect fucking trash that gave birth to me, and another thing PRICK she's not my fucking mother' I seethed out.

I guess they didn't like that as I got slapped, punched, and kicked repeatedly. Looks like the reunion is off to a great start wouldn't you think.

'ENOUGH' a middle age man said.

With that being said they kicked me one last time and went back to their original places.

Fucking pet's.

'Next time keep them on a leash please' I said with a big sarcastic grin on my face.

I could feel their eyes burning into my scull but I didn't pay attention to them not once. Ok time to address the elephant in the room.

'So why are you dumb fucks doing with me. I mean what's the whole point of kidnapping me' I said with a bored expression plastered on my face.

Honestly I couldn't care less about their plan since I know what it is, I just need them to be distracted while I get this chain loose around me.

'We take back what's ours and they get back what theirs and you will never see or hear from us again' he said like it was simple.

My question is that if they hate us so much why the fuck are they wanting us back, unless they have something else planned.

'But you hate your kid why would you want him. Last time I recall you left him on his own to survive. And you tried to have him killed' I said the last part slightly irritated.

'That's boy is weak and pathetic, but hell sure makes us a lot of money' his mother said menacing.

They looked at my parents and gave them a look and my parents gave them a nod.

Fuck.

My.

Fucking.

Life.

Those assholes plan to seek us to the highest bidders because they are greedy fuckers who will do anything to see us unhappy.

If they didn't want kids they should have been more fucking careful. I mean what kind of parents do this shit to their kids.

Apparently yours chica.

Not the time subby.

'So what's your game plan here, like why kidnap me if you need your son' I asked.

Again I need them distracted because I'm almost done getting this chain off of me.

Thank you Darrius for tying us up and make us learn how to get out of anything.

'We used you as bait because we knew he would come. Our son is a weak spineless boy who would die for the people he loves. I mean why'd you think he never told you about this whole situation'.

Damn now I feel kind of bad being cold towards Hades now. He was protecting me and Darrius and wanted to prevent this from happening.

'He doesn't deserve happiness when all he caused is madness for us' the mother screeched.

She sounded like a fucking banche talking. On the bad side my ears are not damaged on the good side I'm feee from these chains.

Conversing with a plan in my head I was ready to go with it, but the sound of doors came fo my attention. In these stood Hades in all his glory.

His eyes void of any emotion as he looked at his parents and came into the room.

'Well well well look who shows up, I thought I would have had to kill her' he said.

I internally scoffed. Hades looked at me for a minute and gave me a look telling me we had a plan already in motion.

I blinked once at him knowing that I understand. He turned back to his parents and stared them down while they did the same.

Let the games begin.