Obey And Sin | ✓

Chapter..|| 1.) Not Surprised 

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WHEN I was a kid, my parents sent me to a boarding school for the 'bad kids' even though I wasn't as bad as I am now.

They never really liked me-I don't even know why they had me if they didn't even want me in the first place.

They've told me time and time again that I was a mistake. That if they wanted to take me out of the world, they could.

Dad said that I'm the money maker.

They made me drop out of high-school at the age of 18 and made me become and stripper. They both are jobless so I am the money make. I'm the one that keep the roof over our heads and the one who keeps everything on.

I'm the one who puts food in the fridge so we don't starve.

I'm the parent to two kids who don't know how to take care of their own shit.

My dad sometimes takes the money I make and uses it to gamble. He loses everything in one go cause he sucks at gambling. He's addicted to it so there's no way for him to stop.

The surprising thing is that I enjoy my job-their are nice people at the stripe club, I've made friends there as well so I'm a weird way..that place is kinda my..home.

"Melody!" My dad yelled-I groaned.

"Get your bratty ass down here! Now!" He yelled once more.

I rolled my eyes-shutting my laptop and getting off my bed. This thing happens all the time, he calls me down and he will most likely ask for money or ask why I'm not at work.

Even though it's my day off-he'll probably send me off to work.

"What do you want?" I asked-mom was holding onto dads arm as they both looked at me. "First, watch your fucking attitude." Dad growled.

I rolled my eyes as I got closer to them-I crossed my arms. "Sorry.." I clear my throat-"yes, father?" I asked.

"As you know, I'm a gambler." He says. Yes I know, what the fuck did you do this time.

He cleared his throat-"during one of my gamble matches...the mafia men walked in and challenged me. I knew I could beat them." He said-so he lost.

What did he gamble off..

"How much do you need?" I asked-he chuckled mischievously. "I didn't gamble money. They didn't want money.." he said.

My stomach turned-something's wrong.

"They asked me if I had kids. I told them I had a daughter, sadly.." I rolled my eyes-"they asked for a picture and I showed them one. The man that was gambling with me wanted to gamble...for you." He said.

Why am I not surprised.

"So you gambled me off to the mafia?" I asked. "Yes, I lost the gamble and they want their pay right away. They said they'd be here tomorrow, start packing." He smirked.

I scoff-"you're a fucking piece of shit. You know that?" He glared at me-"better watch your fucking mouth." He spat. I walked closer to him-"or what? You're gonna hit mafia property? Who knows what they'd do to you if you touched their prize.." I whispered.

His eyes flared with anger-"go pack, now!" Mom yelled. I looked at her. "You're both a pathetic excuse for parents. Why even have me if you didn't even want me?!" I yelled.

"You were a mistake! We didn't even plan for you!" Mom growled. "Why didn't you get an abortion or put me up for adoption then?!" I screamed.

I wanted to cry-I just couldn't.

"Cause we knew we could use you." Dad said. "We had this all planned. We'd make you drop out of school and get a job so you could make the money." He added.

"Well you're not so smart now, you gambled me off to the mafia so how the hell are you gonna make money now huh?" I asked. Dad smirked-"I told them you were our money maker before we started gambling. They said if they won then they'd send me 15k every month, so we got it covered." Dad said.

I let out a sigh-I'm fucking pissed, I know they don't like me, I know they don't love me, I know they hate me. I just didn't know they hated me so much to the point they gambled me off to the fucking mafia.

"I have one question." I said-"what." Dad spoke. "Which mafia did you gamble me off too?" I asked.

They looked at each other before smirking and looking back at me-"the most dangerous mafia in town..." my heart skipped-fuck.."the prince mafia." Mom said.

"Just fucking great. The prince mafia, AKA the most dangerous and powerful fucking mafia in this goddamn town." I groan.

"You should go pack." Dad said.

I give him a snarky look and head back upstairs-the prince mafia.

I'm fucking fucked.

I sigh as I sit on my bed-grabbing my laptop and opening it up. I go to safari and look up the prince mafia-I know about the prince mafia I Jsut don't know who the members are-might as well study before I live with them.

Pictures of attractive people popped up-Nichole prince, Nicholas prince-the father and the mother. They had three kids-Noah prince, nick prince and Nolan prince.

They really like names starting with N..

Noah prince was just announced the new leader since his father retired and Noah was the oldest.

He was the hottest too..

He's probably the one who gambled with my father-why does he even want me though? What good will I do for him?

Sex? Money? Cleaning? Bait?

I'm good at the first two but cleaning was never my forte. I probably wouldn't be the best bait thanks to my attitude so if I got kidnapped they'd probably return me.

I groan-closing my laptop and getting off my bed. It was already 5PM and time flys so might as well start packing up my shit.

I can already tell that living with the mafia might be better than living here.

It'll just be more dangerous...

My first mafia book, how am I doing so far?