Art of Vengeance

Chapter Two

Isabella Rossi a proud women who has everyone under her stiletto heels.

She's an assassin who's proudly earned the nickname 'angel' for her tactics, a powerful dark, wicked monster,a killing machine.

Yet, there she was in her Mary's lap, sobbing her eyes out.

"Why would she hide that from me, what did I ever do to them, to deserve what they did to me?" she sobbed out.

"She's my mama, yet, she chose him over me, her own daughter. My own mother slept, shared her secrets, comforted,  the monster who destroyed me. Why would she do that? " she gasped out, her lips began quivering, tearing falling down non-stop.

She dug her nails into her palm, trying to inflict any kind of pain on herself, "hey, hey, stop it." Mary gently pried open Isabellas hand soothingly rubbing on the spots that had the shape 'C' dug into them because of her nails.

Mary took her hand out of Isabellas hair, turning her face to her gently by grabbing her chin "what your mom did to you is not your fault cariño." She croaked out rubbing circles on her cheekbone, shes on the verge of tears but, she held herself back.

She looked up at her, eyes bloodshot red.She pouted slightly then suddenly, got up.

Even when crying she's still beautiful.

"Then why?! why would she electrocute me, make me forget about my family, making me believe that son of a cunt is my brother through and through, and that piece of shit is my father?!" she screamed out, pulling at her hair sobbing uncontrollably now.

Mary quickly ran up to her taking her hands out from her hair, "stop trying to harm yourself." she scolded softly.

She scanned her face, puffed red eyes tears falling down, she took her jacket sleeve and wiped them off, hair disheveled, palms red from when she hit her head and pulled her hair.

She took her by the neck resting her head on her chest, as she guided them back on the sofa, rubbing soothing circles on her back mumbling the same words over and over again.

"It's not your fault."