Mafia's Don Forbidden Love

Shadows of Surrender

In the dimly lit kitchen, Victoria hurriedly prepared breakfast for her domineering father, the clatter of pans and the sizzle of the stove creating a tense symphony. The air grew heavy as she heard the foreboding cadence of his heavy footsteps approaching. 

Hastily placing the meal on the table, she stood beside him, her eyes fixed on the man who held both power and menace. As he bit into the food, a disapproving growl escaped his lips, and with an abrupt motion, he sent the plate crashing to the floor. The shards scattered like echoes of his wrath. 

"Clean it up!" he bellowed, and Victoria, flinching, nodded silently, her hands trembling as she began the daunting task. 

His harsh voice resonated through the room, leaving only the echo of disdain as he spat, "Pathetic, stupid girl."

As the shards of the shattered plate lay in silent testimony to her father's volatile temper, Victoria's world trembled with each step he took. The air grew thick with tension as he returned, a harbinger of impending dread. "Get your ass ready, we're going to Johnny's," he commanded, and her heart sank.

 Trembling, she mustered the courage to speak, "No... Dad, please... not again," her plea stuttered out quietly, head bowed, avoiding his piercing gaze. His response was a harsh dismissal.

 "I don't remember giving you a choice! Get ready right fucking now!" Flinching, Victoria rushed to her meager room, a sanctuary defined by a tiny window, a mattress on the floor, a small desk, and a solitary dim bulb that struggled to illuminate the darkness. 

Changing into her clothes, she approached the slightly smashed mirror, skilfully concealing the fresh bruises inflicted by her father the night before. "Get down here now!" his thunderous voice echoed, and she ran downstairs. 

Arriving at Johnny's, Victoria's anxiety heightened as she cautiously opened the car door. Her father, armed and foreboding, drew his gun, and a lump formed in her throat. "Stay here," he commanded coldly, and she obediently stood outside, arms crossed, waiting anxiously for his return.

 The air grew tense, and as footsteps approached, she turned, addressing the approaching figure with a deferential "Sir," assuming it was her father. Suddenly, she found herself lifted off the ground, panic setting in as she screamed, "STOP! NO, PLEASE!" The voice that responded wasn't her father's; it was a menacing stranger. 

"You better shut that pretty little mouth, principessa," he warned. Realizing it wasn't Johnny, Victoria thrashed in his arms, her cries intensifying as he attempted to silence her with his hand. In a desperate act, she bit down hard, causing him to release her with a groan. "Oww, maledetta stronza," he cursed as she falls harshly to the ground face first. Seizing the opportunity, Victoria sprinted away, but he pursued, seizing her arm mercilessly.

 "Please stop, no, p-please," she stammered, pleading. Ignoring her pleas, he grabbed her face, shoving a cloth in front of her mouth. The world blurred as darkness claimed her consciousness, the ominous words, "Boss's orders, Principessa," echoing faintly before everything faded to black.

In the disorienting aftermath of unconsciousness, Victoria awoke on the unyielding, cold floor of a dimly lit room. Squinting against the sudden brightness as the door creaked open, she attempted to lift herself off the ground, the ache in her body a harsh reminder of the recent ordeal. Clutching her knees to her chest, she trembled in fear, keeping her focus on the floor, attempting to distance herself from the mysterious individual in the room.

The man knelt down to her level, his voice breaking the uneasy silence. "You're being summoned," he declared. Lifting her head, Victoria met his gaze, only for him to curse in an unfamiliar language, "Merda..." Confusion clouded her eyes as he explained, "You must have hit your head; you got a black eye, doll." She gingerly touched her left eye, wincing at the pain.