His Amore (discontinued for now)

One

Viviana POV

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She walked in the door from school to see her father drunkenly walking towards me. She knew what was going to happen, it happens almost everyday.

She braced herself as his fist swung at her face. She's learned not to dodge his hits because the next time he hits he doesn't miss.

The punches keep coming, she's trying to hold back her tears of pain so that he doesn't know how much this hurts her. One more punch to her stomach and he just turns around and walks away as if nothing happened.

She walks up to her room knowing that if he hears her running up the stairs he will come back and hit her again.

She entered her room and place her bag on her bed. Walking into the bathroom she glances into the mirror to see that there are a few bruises forming on her face and stomach. She reaches into one of the drawers and pull out a cream that will help the bruises heal faster.

After she finish applying the cream she walk back into my room and sit on her bed to start her homework.

An hour later she's finished my homework and decide to go on a run.

Running has always helped her to calm down, especially after a long day like today.

As she's heading out the door to start her run she see a paper stuck to the outside of the wooden door.

Giovanni watch your back.

It was another threat from the Italian Mafia. They've been making threats for a month now and they haven't seemed to stop.

She wished they would stick true to their threats and just kill him already. She know he's her father and she should feel bad about wanting him dead, but after everything he's put her through it would make her life easier.

While she was running she noticed a black car had been following her. She slowed down to see who was following me, but when they slowed down next to her, and two men jumped out and threw a bag over my head she knew what was happening.

She was being jostled around in the car, for about ten minutes if her internal clock is right.

She could feel hands grab her and yank her out of the car. The hands led her into what she assumed was the basement of the Italian Mafia's building.

She could feel her arms and legs being tied to a chair as she struggled against the restraints. The bag was ripped off of her head, and she saw men surrounding her.

She noticed that one of the men was standing tight in front of her.

"Leave this to me," the man said.

All of the other men left the room without hesitation.

The man, who she assumed was the don walked closer to her.

"Do you know why your here?" he questioned.

"Probably something to do with my father being who he is."

"You're only half correct. We did take you because of your father, but also because we have seen your skill with guns."

"What exactly have you seen?"

"I've seen that you never miss a shot."

"I'd bet that all of those men you just told to leave also never miss a shot, why am I here?"

"They don't miss a shot. Your here because I could use more leverage over your father and backup on missions."

"My father will never do anything to get me back, he'll be glad that I'm gone and would probably thank you for taking me."

He nodded his head and just turned around and left.

Maybe he'll realize that he should've taken something that was valuable in my father's eyes, like his secret stash of drugs.

I don't mind the idea of being backup for the mafia though. Maybe I could finally get the chance to kill him after everything he put me through.

About an hour later a man came into the basement and untied me. He took my arm and almost dragged me up the stairs and into what looks like a dining room.

At the table sat who I assume is the don, and maybe a dozen other men.

"Take a seat," the don said.