The Mafias Heart

Prologue

Alosa

Pain is the only thing I feel, my ribs, head, stomach, everywhere literally.

He does this every day but I'm used to it, I deserve it. I want to leave but where will I go, I have no money and no family since my father sold me to him for drugs.

He, dominico, is my husband i was sold to him when I was 18, that was two years ago it's been like this ever since if I step out of line it's a beating if, I breath wrong it's a beating he likes to take his anger out on me.

I'm trying to save up so I can run away because I know deep down this isn't right, every Sunday I play at a club while my husband is out doing whatever he does. I don't make a lot but I'm trying and I have a friend there, the owner Marcus he doesn't know about my home situation he thinks I sing for extra money because my day job doesn't cover my bills.

Finally picking myself up off the floor I limp to the kitchen to grab something to clean up the pool of blood I was lying in. 

He has maids but I have to clean my messes up.

After I clean the blood I jump in the shower to wash him off me I hate it, I hate him and me and my life, I can't take this much longer the abuse and th-

The front door slams hard.

"Baby where are you"

No no no no no, I get out the shower quick and get dressed then he bursts into the bedroom. My wet hair drips down my back.

"There you are I've been shouting you" he looks loving and is talking softly but he will change he always does.

"I'm sorry I was ju-"

"Did I say you could speak? I've had a hard day at work you know what I want ."

"NO please I will be good I-"

"Shhhh it's okay baby I'll be gentle I promise" the smirk on his face terrifying me.

How do I let this happen every time why can't I fight him off? Im weak and worthless. But one day I will get him back.

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Sunday

Waking up the pain is excruciating but I'm used to it.

he's already gone for the day and won't be back till the early hours of tomorrow morning. Sunday is freedom day.

Getting up the pain coming from down there is so bad but I have to get ready I'm not letting him take away my last bit of freedom he's already taken everything else.

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Stepping out of the shower I get a first look at my face since the beating yesterday and it's horrific there's a cut on my head, I have a busted lip and a black eye, oh and a gorgeous handprint on my neck, not to mention the rest of my body.

Great, what's makeup for anyways, if I don't laugh I will cry.

Deciding I shouldn't stare at my bashed up face any longer I get dressed dry my hair and cover my bruises.

You can't tell now it's like magic.

packing my designer dress into a bag I grab everything I need and leave walking straight through the front gates of his mansion.

One day I will leave here forever but that's not an option right now. When I go I need to disappear with a new identity and I don't have enough money for that yet.