The Mafia's daring mate

Chapter 2

RHEA’S POV

A loud scream makes me jump up only to be welcomed to the dark room, drops of  sweat dribbling down my face and back.

I sat up and wiped my face as I made my way to my small kitchen.
Gulping down the cold water I try to recollect the same dream that always haunts me.

It has been years since I have ever thought about them and as their birthday draws near every passing day, the nightmare haunts me more and more, becoming more vivid.

I walk back to my room, but instead of going back go sleep as usual I stare up at the ceiling.
Their death fucked me up in a way that I can’t explain. Be it the fact that I hadn’t mourned for them, I still don’t know. I sigh instead and close my eyes and willingly hop on the nightmare train of memory lane.

It was a cold winter night as we sat in the living room with Dad while mom made us hot chocolate,
Caleb sat alongside dad as we watched 1000 ways to die on Sony Max. Don’t get me wrong, they were scary, seeing a man  dismembered by a truck and laughing to a woman choke on a cucumber was hilarious, or the naughty Santa that died after his eyes got pierced with a blade of ice seemed justly for me.
“Ha" Dad bellowed “she could have just bought a toy"
I laughed as we watched the woman gasp and gag at the cucumber which was down her throat.
“Language Mammoth" Mom yelled over to the kitchen
“Darn" he said and looked a little embarrassed “I always forget I’m with my little angels"
He kissed our foreheads after giving us sincere apology.
Dad always made sure we had enough food on the table.
Dad never indulged on his occupation.
All we knew was that he worked as a business man, some nights we would see him and some nights we won’t.
Mom would excuse him by telling us that he went on a business trip.
As mom came and joined us in the couch, we looked like the perfect family. Little did I know that it was about to change forever.
The banging of the door made us all jump as we turn out heads to it.
“Open this door Mammoth!” a gruff voice said behind it.
Mom and Dad both exchanged looks of panic, quickly mom took our hands and ushered us upstairs to our rooms as dad went to the door.
Caleb and I were both scared as we let her drag us away to our rooms no matter how many times we protested and struggled.
Before mom left, she gave us a tight hug and kiss “Don’t leave this room no matter what happens” she said warned us before turning away to go downstairs.

We stood there as our hearts raced with so much fear and as we heard loud muffled voices downstairs, we could tell it wasn’t good.
Caleb who was always curious creeped out of the room and went to hide on the railings holding the stairs, I sneakily followed behind.
As we leaned against the railing, hidden by the dark, we saw men dressed in black.
One hard a scar that covered the left side of his face, with a gun in his hand.
“Were is my money Mammoth” the man demanded as he walked towards Dad who seemed to back away like a wounded animal.
“I said I will bring it Octavian" he said to the man with the scar who was Octavian.
“I gave you 2 months” he held up two of his fingers looking irritated “And you still haven’t paid my debt"
Dad looked down and fell to his knees “Please give me more time”
“Tsk” he said as he looked at Dad I his kneeling position “Begging won’t help, you have owed me for a damn long time"
He looked around the house “You are living in such a lavish house with my money that you owe me"
The man approached Dad and held up his gun towards his forehead “Give me one good reason not to blow your fucking brains out right now"
My heart thudded in my chest as I held onto Caleb’s hand, he looked at me and held a hand to his lips.
At his mercy Dad tried pleading for his life alongside mom who now kneeled down and pleaded.
“We have kids" they pleaded
“I don’t give a fuck, you should have thought about that the moment you made a deal with the devil” he said in a cold emotionless tone and in a blink of an when I heard two gunshots resound in my ears after I saw my parents lifeless bodies slump to the floor.