Too Bad to be Bad | 18+

Chapter 38 : She is The devil

3 days later...
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Oh who is she

My black plain t-shirt is half ripped, there's blood on both of my arms, there's an deep wide cut across my stomach

I have a broken lip, probably with a blue eye--My sweatpants are full of blood, I'm bleeding right by my private parts- it's been bleeding there for a few hours now and I know why.

My Brain hasn't registered it yet, but it will and then I'm gonna loose it.

My sneakers has gone missing, my wrist is still tied together behind the chair with cooper. I don't know But I cannot feel anything, I'm sure there's pain everywhere on my body but I can't feel it.

I'm sitting on this chair, with the light still above my head on. Different men guarding the door, their staring at me--One of them has a look of concern on his face, The other one has no expression on.

I couldn't care less, I've been relaxed since I got here just like I knew I was gonna be, I've been quiet and letting Dean do what he wants.

It feels like I've only been here for a few hours, but it has to be more then that. The way the day, the night changes, the way Dean has different clothes on when he comes in here

Dean comes in, Dressed in a Black suit, hair neat. Smells fresh.. unlike me.. he walks towards me

"Oeffo girl, your bleeding everywhere I really did a number on you..didn't I?" He says staring at my sweatpants

He has no idea, he thought it was him, pfftt I've been through worst. I probably look like shit too now he thinks he did all of that.

A slap goes across my face"Didn't I?" He asks me loudly

"Yes.." My voice is rough, of being quiet. He smiles

"I'm going out to tbe Mafia Gala for April month, None of the important people-us- will be at home, Only the members. So behave Brianna" Dean says and kiss my head

He turns and walks out, The men shuts the door behind him and stand there looking at me. I drop my head down closing my eyes

I lost the baby

I lost the poor..baby. I didn't..even do anything..it wasn't even my fault.. It couldn't have been my fault.. right?

It's my fault.

oh my baby, I open my eyes looking at my stomach. My sweatpant are pooled with blood

"My baby" I whisper softly.

My first Heir, my baby, my first-born. The baby wasn't even born yet and I couldn't take care of it

They killed my baby, Dean killed my baby, They took someone important away from me. My baby my baby my baby

I lost...someone...again..I didn't even get to name my baby, I didn't get to look my baby in the eyes, my baby was gonna be the best well-known Mafia God ever, He/she was gonna rule THE FUCKING WORLD

and they took him/her..from me..just like that, it was that easy. Now I have NOTHING. I DONT HAVE ANY HOPE, NO REDEMPTION, NO PERSON THAT COULD LEAD.

I feel Tears start to slide down my cheeks, one by one. I start to hiccup from holding it in, I look up to the men

I open my mouth and scream, I scream out all of the anger, the frustration, the RAGE, I scream out loud. Their stare at me in shock

I ball my hands into fists, I grit my teeth and rip myself from the chair. The cooper gave me a few cuts on the wrists but I couldn't care less. I can't