Luna Ferrari, a 20-year-old girl survives around the shadows of her questionable past. Residing under the roof of her abusive father, life's never been smooth for her.
Hell comes knocking at her door when her father "sells" her to the Italian Mob B...
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L U N A
The atmosphere of the office was too thick and dense. Not a single motherfucker dared to open their mouths. It looked as if someone had dropped a bomb in the room and left; no questions asked. The smoke from the bomb engulfed the whole room to its core and dizziness rapidly spread traveling through the veins of my body.
But truth be told, there wasn't any bomb or any shit. Instead of the bomb, a pair of eyes burnt digging holes in my back. Which was ironically more deadly than the bomb itself.
At this point, I know I'm just yapping but come on universe, give me a damn break. For God's sake, I was sold to a fucking mob man or whatever they call themselves. Took a shower, when the mob man legit broke into the room & eyed me up and down. Like a piece of sour patch candy. Such a pervert.
People usually day dream looking at the big blue sky, but no I was different. I was daydreaming in the office of D'Angelo with a bunch of mad men.
Fuck my life.
"Are you even fucking listening to what I'm saying?". I was abruptly startled by the mad man number 1, my eyes shot down from the white ass ceiling to his blank ass face.
"Yes, of course, I am Dario" I was not.
"From the very beginning?"
"Absolutely yes Sir", again a big ass lie.
"Wonderful. Can you remind me how many shipments arrived at our warehouse from the southwest side?", he barked those words out literally.
Game over.
"Oh, I don't know about the shipments But I just realized how much the big mouth of yours goes yapping all day with zero break." I spat out.
A loud ass giggle erupted, which clearly would have been a laugh if the mop face wasn't present in the room. "How dare do you disrespect me infront of my men in this manner you bitch?", his voice went boombing in the locked room.
"Disrespect?", I broke into a shrieking laugh and of course fake laugh; no doubt. "I'm spilling straight-up facts pussy."
Dario shot up from his chair, his glowing orbs shooting darts at me. He leaned over the table with both of his veiny tatted arms on either side; looking at me as if a beast is glancing one last look at its prey beforce pouncing on and stripping it inside out.
Almost in an instant, he swung his hand open and clutced my wrist so tightly, that my bluish veins started popping up. His tall 6'5" stature towered over my body; blocking every other person out of my bare sight. The atmosphere in the room dropped down a notch, as if it wasn't down already. He gripped my wrist even tighter and abruptly turned in order to leave the room; dragging me along with him.
I am screwed.
He marched across quite a few rooms, which I couldn't even have a single glance at. The sharp pain in my wrist stung into my body and gave me immense pain. My heels clicked on the milkish marble floor rapidly until, Dario walked up to a room and swung it open. Pulling me with him in that pitch black room; he slammed the door behind and pressed me against the shut door.
It took a while for me to adjust to the unlit room inside. The malodorous smell of gun powder mixed with weed almost choked me inside. My dad used to smoke a blunt or two. To be exact, my step dad used to; before he sold me to this beast.
This beast in front of me, with zero remorse running in his blood. Doesn't give two fucksif I'm dead. But why? If I'm such a pain in the ass; why is he keeping me alive?
Dario was standing excessively close to me. Instead of being in a dimly lit room; my eyes could trouble-freely decipher the sharp features drawn over his face. His hair, tousled in a messy yet perfect manner; almost too perfect to be messy. Every piece of hair fell into its own desired place. His icy-blue eyes were glowing in the dark; as if those pair were the only destiny; the only serenity of my demolished life. I can't seem to realize that why; why he?
Whenever we stood at a close proximity the heat radiating out of his body was never uncomfortable to me; it always felt so secure.
So secure.
Just like home.
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