The Mafias Revenge

chapter 9. going by myself!!/ saving my father

arias Pov:

  I raced home, the tears blurring my vision as I pulled into the driveway, the screech of the brakes echoing my tumultuous emotions. Fuming with anger, I dashed into my house, my heart pounding with betrayal and frustration. "How could they do this to me?" I seethed, my voice trembling with raw intensity. The sheer audacity of going behind my back seared through me like a white-hot flame, fueling my rage. I hurled objects in my path to the ground, the crash of impact mirroring the storm raging within me, uncaring of the destruction left in my wake. As the chaos settled into a simmering anger, I collapsed onto the couch, my phone incessantly buzzing with messages and calls, a constant reminder of their attempts to sway me. With a steely resolve, I silenced my phone, shutting out the voices that sought to challenge my decisions. "I know what's best for me," I muttered fiercely, the defiance in my voice cutting through the silence of the room. Their betrayal only fueled my determination, hardening my resolve as I clung to the belief that my path was mine to choose, not to be dictated by those who dared to undermine me.

With a steely determination, I silenced the doubts echoing in my mind, a fierce resolve burning within me as I applied my makeup with precision, the transformation fueled by a sense of defiance. As the wig cascaded into a ponytail and my clothes shifted to match the role, I shed my former self, embracing a guise that exuded confidence and power, daring them to underestimate me. Gazing into the mirror, I stood transfixed by the stranger staring back at me - a version of myself cloaked in a revealing crop top that left nothing to the imagination, paired with daringly short shorts and a matching thong, a bold statement of my readiness to take on whatever lay ahead. With each click of the boot heels that completed the ensemble, I solidified my resolve, a silent vow echoing in my mind - "Screw them, I'm taking control." Concealing essential supplies within the strategic confines of my attire, a knife snug in my boot and a gun holstered at my hip, with a backup stowed away for good measure, I armed myself for the challenges to come. Gathering the rest of my necessary tools, I slipped out the door, a sense of purpose propelling me forward as I embarked on the perilous journey ahead. As I revved the engine and sped down the road towards the unknown, the image of the file burned in my mind, a beacon of hope amidst the chaos. "Here I come, you asshole," I vowed silently, the determination in my eyes unwavering as I barreled towards the inevitable confrontation, unwavering in my quest to rescue my father, no matter the cost. 

I'm coming for blood and revenge, and nothing will stop me from doing so   and I'm sorry mason and father but I'm doing this I hope you forgive me  i thought as tears fell down my face knowing I'm being stupid, but I need to.

le time skip***

masons Pov:

"She's what?!" The words tore from my throat, a thunderous roar that echoed through the room, the intensity of my disbelief palpable as I confronted the man before me. His demeanor faltered, a flicker of fear betraying his eyes as he struggled to relay the shocking revelation he had stumbled upon. Despite his trepidation, he managed to push the words out, each syllable heavy with the weight of the truth. "She's gone, sir. We discovered a letter at her residence, declaring her intent to proceed alone, defying any opposition," his voice wavered, bracing for the storm of my reaction. Enraged beyond reason, I unleashed my fury, the chair I hurled crashing to the ground in a tumultuous display of my inner turmoil, a physical manifestation of my helplessness in the face of her reckless determination. As the echoes of my outburst reverberated in the room, a sudden clarity washed over me, the realization dawning that I was the architect of her defiance, my own words serving as the catalyst for her rebellion. Running a hand through my disheveled hair, I exhaled a heavy sigh, the weight of responsibility settling upon my shoulders like a suffocating shroud. "Fetch Zach immediately," I commanded with a steely resolve, the urgency in my voice cutting through the tension, a silent plea for his swift action. With a solemn nod, he hastened from the room, the urgency of the situation driving him forward, a lingering fear in his eyes from the explosion of my anger, a reminder of the high stakes and the dire consequences of our missteps.