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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This cant be possible.
No I cant-
This isn't real.
This cant be real.
She cant have me- not again.
Almost like she can read my mind she giggled like an innocent little school girl, "this is very real my dear dear child."
Getting up from her chair, I took a second to look at my surroundings and realized my left foot, right and left hand are chained to the end and start of a hospital bed that placed in the middle of what seems like a pristine hospital room. The only thing odd about this is the door has no window or handle just a big black square in the middle that every few minutes procedures a red blinking light.
*beep beep beep beep*
The monitor that I'm attached to starts going haywire has Elle is now just inches away from me. Glancing at the monitor she looks back at me and examines me sending the monitor to beep like crazy as my heart races.
I-
I thought I was mad no pissed at her, that I wanted to make her suffer, live a miserable life for making my life hell, but all I feel right now is fear.
I'm scared.
I'm downright terrified.
After all these years she still has a hold on me, and all of a sudden I'm back to being that helpless little girl.
Placing her dainty french tip painted fingernails on my hand my body all but freezes, I can't even breath. Right now, I'm hopeless, and there's nothing I can do, I'm helpless girl who's at the mercy of a pure blooded psychopath iced with the looks of an angel.
Ripping the monitor wire that was attached to my wrist she rolled her eyes dramatically, "after all these years you're still terrified... good."
Plopping herself down on the couch that was to the side of me I turned my body as best as I could chained up anyways so that I could face her, "how?"
"I think the question you should be asking is why? But you are still in a drug haze so you don't have all your wits." Flickering her left bang out of her eye really empathized how even though she and my mom were identical they couldn't be more different. My mother was calm, warm, inviting even when she turns on her mafia side, she radiates power that people respect and want to be loyal to.
Elle radiates crazy like at any second she would light the world on fire.
She needs to take a trip where they put you in grippy socks, and won't let you eat with a real fork because they'll think you'll off yourself with it.
"Abilo had a tracking device in him I put it in his neck, one of my newest creations and guess what! You'll never guess anyways." She laughed like she said the funniest joke on the planet, "the tracker inside of him -it captures sound outside of his body."
