After the wild journey with her biological brothers, Sofia gets snatched once again from her brothers and after 6 years of torment and pain, she's back craving revenge. With the help of someone, Sofia believes she can't trust she manages to escape b...
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Sofia De Ricci:
Ivan and I made our way through the dump sight, again I couldn't stop feeling curious as to why Bosko would buy a house right next to a landfill especially as the smell was so bad each time I gaged I didn't know if I was able to prevent myself from vomiting anymore. Ivan knew exactly where to go and looked confident about this unlike me.
We continued walking passing multiple random things like tables, cars, and wheelbarrows that were all dusked in snow. Want time of year even is it?
We eventually reached a mesh fence but before I could jump onto it and start climbing Ivan was already out. He pushed the fence slightly and revealed a cutout gap in the fence that I slotted myself through. We were on a road but there was nothing except the mansion and the landfill. Kind of strange.
"Now what? There's nothing and no one here," I state getting a bit infuriated as I look over the empty land. There was nothing in all directions just a snowy trees. I hug my arms trying to get some warmth through my system.
"Calm down one of my cars will be here in a second." And just as he said a second later a black SUV with tinted windows drives down the icy road and stopped in front of us. Ivan jumps in the back leaving the door open for me.
I slide into the back looking around the luxury car. The driver was an old man who looked like he was on the verge of death.
"Ваздушни врх. Хвала." Ivan orders the man who speeds down the road in an instant. I looked out the tinted window looking over the snowy forests it was beautiful and the stars in the sky lit the atmosphere even more. I peered over at Ivan who was typing on his phone once again. I swear he's a phone addict. I look down at his wrist and see a beautiful Rolex watch. It was silver and engraved with thousands of diamonds.
"Nice watch." I compliment.
"Oh thanks, my dad gave it to me. You want it?" He says removing the watch.
"No, woah dude I don't need it. It's yours, I was only complimenting you."
"Nah please take it, I've been wanting to get rid of it for ages." He says trying to hand me the watch.
"No, I can't, that looks fucking expensive and you've done so much for me already. Trust me you don't need to give it to me." But he continues to persuade me to take but as he continues to fail he places it onto my lap. I quickly remove it and place it back on his.
"Please Sofia take it, it's a gift."
"Why would I need a gift." I fight back looking down at the watch in his hands. It was beautiful but I can't just take it from him.
"Because I feel guilty for what my dad did to you and it's the least I can do and besides I'm not much of a silver person." He says grabbing my arms and placing the watch on my wrist.
"You shouldn't feel guilty for something other people do."
"Yeah I know I shouldn't but I just do. But I wish my dad just made his Mafia a good mafia. Well, I know a mafia can never be good, but I just wished he didn't kill innocent people."
"Why don't you just do that when you're given the mafia?" I answer.
"I'm not going to get the Mafia unless my brother and my dad die before Milos has kids." He says explaining.
"Oh, sorry. I may have been locked in a Mafia prison but I barely know anything about it, except the part they where torture and kill people." I state truly.
"Want me to explain?" He says smiling at my cluelessness.
"Right, so there are many Mafia's around the world but the main Mafia's that are known as the famous five are all based in New York.
There are the most powerful Mafia's and they include Italian, Serbian, Russian, French, and Americans and they are owned by 5 different families. Even though your brother and my father are the Dons of their Mafia they still work for a man called Damien Volkov but soon he's going to hand his role over to his son Alex who's around our age.
What I'm saying is that if you fuck with Damien he can get 5 fucking Mafias to hunt you down. So in other words he owns them." Ivan explains and I don't think my brain can process all this information.
"Wait then why does your dad target the Italian Mafia if they're working together?" I ask seeing that Ivan's done.
"Right basically they only ever work together when Damien orders it, but that's not very often so they fight each other for the place of the strongest Mafia."
"That's pathetic." I comment causing him to chuckle and respond, "Yeah, I know but the Serbian and the Italian never really had a piece with each other, but if I were to take over I would attempt to create an alliance with them. Think about how powerful we'd be but of course, people are too selfish to see that." I smile seeing how kind Ivan is. I've only known him for over an hour and already can see that he'd be a brilliant yet respectful leader, unlike his dad.
"What would you do if you owned the Mafia?" I ask wanting to see if he's planned that out too.
"I'd stop all the sex trafficking that my father does because, well it's disgusting, and probably stop people from killing innocents, but honestly I've not thought about it." He continues to rant.
"What about you?" He questions.
"Not sure really," I answer taking a glance out the window to see we were pulling up to an airstrip.
"Shit we're here, right I'm not coming with you but I might see you at the Mafia Ball?"
"Wait why aren't you coming?" I quickly question as the car stops.
"If I just run off my father will track me down and have me killed I'm safer back there and I'll just blame the guards. Go quickly, I'll see you soon." He says as I open the door. "Thank you, Ivan," I mumble as I hop out of the car.
I give him a smile before plastering my emotionless face back on as the car drives away.
I turn around to see one of the jets. It was mate black and prepared to take off. I walk up the steps greeted by the air hostess who gives me warm smile and a small bow as I continue walking into the cabin. The plane was nice and the carpet was fluffy and felt expensive. I sit down on one of the leather seats buckling my belt as the flight attendant approaches me.
"Hello miss, I'm Kila, I'll be serving you to today would you like anything to drink before we take off." The sweet lady speaks.
I reply not dropping the emotionless face and say, "A glass of Champaign would be nice also how long is the flight?"
"Oh, we should arrive in around 8 hours and 45 minutes." She then walks off to the front of the cabin. 8 hours is great I can get a decent sleep for once. Kila walks back and hands me the glass before taking her seat near the door of the plane.
I chug down the entire glass of champagne and hold onto the glass as the plane starts to ascend. Once we finally reach the correct altitude I remove my seat belt and head to the back of the plane. I looked through the different rooms, there was one bathroom with a working shower and two bedrooms. It's smaller than the ones my brother owns but right now all I need is a decent amount of sleep. I chuck myself onto the bed that feels like a cloud compared to what I've lived with for 6 years.
Not once was I given a blanket or a pillow in that prison. I spent my nights sleeping on the ice-cold floor using my body to try and raise my body temperature. Most nights I'd try to sleep but only manage about 2 hour. The only time my body would truly relax was when it had to shut itself down from the lack of energy.
I remove my shoes and slide under the covers letting my body finally relax and fall asleep.
