𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞 | The oldest daughter of the Don to the Latin mafia hasn't had it easy in life so far growing up in a not so loving household made her have to learn how to build herself back from what her father destroyed and trust no one...
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~Damien Volkov~
"Well it's not like I have a choice and I don't really want you in my house for that long so get to the fucking point" I gritted out as Pavel, my dad's second in command gets out all these papers and put them on my desk.
I slam my first again the desk getting frustrated "Start talking Pavel or I won't have any problem cutting off each one of your fingers" he knew. Pavel knew about everything fathers was doing to me and to... to mom, he just stood there and watch. Heck sometimes he'd even hand him the knives himself and they'd both laugh about it later over drinks like it was some kind of funny joke to them.
And that makes me wonder what kind of creature would find all of what my mom and I had to suffer through funny? What kind of animal would find inhumane acts like cutting your 8-year-old child for calling you dad funny? Amusing? What kind of person do you have to be to rape a child's mom right in front of him?
I shiver slightly in disgust pushing away the memories for now. I was weak then and I won't allow myself to be weak now. "Well I'm just here to inform you about the situation with the Italians and the warehouses back in Russia, there's been many bombings and shootings and attacks over the warehouses containing the new sets of guns your father has then concluded your presence is necessary just in case he goes down" so that's what this was about yea no I'm not doing that.
"Well then tell him I'm not going"
"That's not really an option he demanded-" I clench my fists, my knuckles turning white who does he think he is? "And I said I'm not going not get out of my house Pavel"
"Very well" and with that, he storms out leaving me and Nik alone in my office.
"Yo man listen I'm so sorry-"
"I'm fine" liar.
"No you're not and that's okay-"
I slam my fist against the desk of my office again so hard it shakes "dammit Nik I said I'm fine" he looked like he was about to leave for a second but then his eyes widen when they land on my fist. Shit, I'm bleeding.
I let him get to me. Again.
"Damien your hand" he reaches out to check my hand but I pull it back. "It's fine, it'll stop bleeding soon it's just a scratch I'm sure" but he ignores me and grabs me by the arm then drags me to the bathroom "Nik I said it's-"
"Alright listen up here you little shit I know you're not okay I was with you in that house so don't try to fool me with all that I'm fine bullshit because you're not and that's okay so the least you can do is let me clean the cut on your hand and bandage it for you" he's not wrong I've been trying to tell myself that but I just can't. I can't handle being weak again, because the last time I was it cost me way too much and I'm not ready to lose anything again.
