After 8 generations the American mafia finally had birthed not just one but two girls.
Demontre and Angelica Smith along with their triplet brother were the hearts of the American and the Italian mafia.
Suddenly their hearts were shattered when th...
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"Sorry about this," I quietly spoke while entering our trashed living room.
Turning around Reese spotted the broom in my hands, and waved like it was no big deal. "Put that down I already have a cleaning crew coming out! They'll be here in 1 hour and this place will be good as new."
After spending a carefree day with Abilo enjoying the sights I finally had gained enough courage to go back home. Once our family had gathered in the living room I had told them everything about my childhood. Not wanting to get to graphic I had summarized the assault that I had endured while I was just a child.
They all managed to stay calm through the details of the physical and even the sexual abuse. But me telling them about the verbal abuse was what I guess I can chalk up to being the straw that broke the camal back's because that's when hell broke.
Ezekiel was the first one to lose it. Probably realizing why is words affected me so much, causing him to punch a hole in the wall.
Although Reese and Ace attempted to help everyone stay calm there was only much they could do.
As soon as I finished telling my story I collapsed into a mess of tears into Tre's arms. Even after all these years, even when he's dead and gone Jace's assault on my life still had a massive effect on me. I had escaped my tormenter, but I wasn't truly free, my pieces were taped back together yes but could be split apart with ease.
No matter how hard I tried to put on a brave face, I'll always have to be brought back to the fact that I'm just a damaged broken little girl. A fate my family saw in all its glory has I sobbed in Tre's arms.
I wished I didn't break down, I wish I just told them and had a cry in the comfort of my room behind a locked door, but we never get what we want.
Almost sensing that I wanted to cry alone, I felt the familiar embrace of Philip as he took me out of Tre's arm. Picking me up we walked out of the room with me in his arms, hearing the familiarity of the soft jiggles of the charms rubbing together on Tre's bracelet I knew she was behind me.
With me out of the room, that was when bio family lost it. Even though my sobs sounded like a hurricane to me they were still drowned out by the cracks and screams coming from my family.
They 100% now know just how broken I truly am.
"You want some milk and cookies?"Casually taking the broom out of my hand Reese started walking to the kitchen. Taking one more glance at the living room that had several fresh holes from my brother. A floor covered in glass from all the vases and flower pots that were thrown I turn following Reese.
Sitting down on the breakfast bar I replay the past few hours while Reese fidgets in the cupboard.
Just when I thought I was ok I was reminded that is far from the true. Sighing silently I focus my attention on Reese this is the women that runs the mafia, the most feared mafia leader, she's as cut throat as it gets. She's put together, has a husband who would kill and die for her, a mafia that would go to war for her and has to die for natural highlights.
