𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃
(This is NOT an incest story!!)
19 year old Avyana, also a very known assassin in the underworld known as Angel, living with her twin Alessio.
For the first 5 years of the twins' lives, they lived happily with their two parents an...
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Avyana's POV.
"Avyana!" The small voice whimpers sounds like a child.
Jesus, who hit me with a baseball bat? Shit, my face hurts.
"Avy, help," the child's voice whimpers again.
With a groan, I successfully sat up. Rubbing my temples, I pull my hand away when I feel a cold liquid on my head dripping down my face.
Holy fuck that's blood. my blood. oh god, I can't die like this, I'm too young to die!—
"Avyana!"
My head whips to where the whimper came from. Milo.
"Oh shi— Shoot, Milo— Hey, don't touch him!" I shout, glaring at the men tying Milo up.
I try to move my hands up, but they're tied up with rope.
Shit, I'm stripped down to only my lace bra and underwear.
"Milo, it'll be okay, buddy."
"I'm scared, Av." He whimpers, big doe eyes staring back at me with tears in his eyes and flowing down his cheeks. He's too young for this to happen to him, I went through this, but ten times worse and I'm fucking traumatized.
"Ah, it seems you're awake. My son's done some serious damage to your beautiful face." Fredrick says, his hideous smirk growing when I wince due to the pain.
"Yeah, and when I'm out of here, I'll do a lot of damage to your not so beautiful face." I scoff.
"When?" he scoffs, his smirk gone and a scowl in its place on his ugly face, "Are you that confident in your little boyfriend and that Mafia of his to save you?"
"I know you're not talking about his mafia when yours is this shitty—"
"Shut up, you whore!" He shouts in rage, his face red, punching me in the face.
My head drops, and I chuckle, "Oh come on, Fredrick, you know as well as I do that they're going to get me sooner or later."
"Bring out the knives!" He orders making my body tense.
"Torture the kid." He demands, his face stern as men come into the room with a metal rolling cart with knives and guns placed neatly on it.
"Don't you fucking touch him!" I yell, thrashing around in the chair, the ropes rubbing bruised wrists causing rope burn.
"I don't think you're really in the position to be making demands, sweetheart." His bastard sone chuckles deeply coming into the cell from the open doorway.
"Torture me instead— J–just not him, okay?!" I shout, chest heaving in panic.
While good ol' Freddy doesn't seem to like my suggestion, His son sure does.
"I'd rather not—"
"Okay, then." his son smiles a sick smile.
"I will not—"
"You won't, but I will." His son cuts him off.
"The fuck even is your name?" I ask, scowling.
"Oh, I must not have told you..." He grins, "I'm Derek, but you can call me Daddy."
"Oh fuck off would you?" I scoff.
"Don't touch the kid, and do touch miss Avyana here." Derek grins.
