The Mobster's Daughter

TMD-Chapter Nine

Brent’s POV

Not too long after Bre an out the room, I heard multiple gunshots and thuds and screams. I really began to get scared so I ran out the room and into the hallway heading towards my father’s room where I heard the noises.

When I stepped out into the hallway, I saw guards dragging Bre’s bloodied body out of his room. I couldn’t tell whether she was alive or not because she had a huge gash on the side of her face and he breathing looked off. I was infuriated because yet again I promised he something I didn’t keep.  

My anger got the best of me and I barged into my father’s room. He was over by the window looking out as if in deep thought.

“Come, sit.” He said softly. But I wasn’t in no mood for sitting down. I was tired of playing games with him.

“Nah fuck that!” I said in a stern tone while pulling out my gun and pointing it to his head.

He laughed, not a laugh of amusement but one of shock and realization. “So you gone chose that bitch over yo damn family son? Your own father?” he exhaled trying to sound and look hurt.

“Oh so now we a family? Don’t try to pull that card out now! You know damn well we ain’t been no family since my moms died! You ain’t woied bout shit but yoself and yo money! THAT’S YO FAMILY NOT ME!” I was beyond pissed now. “Where she at?” I demanded.

“Oh you ain’t gotta worry bout her, she probably already dead, did you SEE that gash on her head? Damn..” he chuckled.

“Nigga you think this shit funny but on everything I will kill yo ass over my girl!” I yelled.

“Oh you and I both know you can’t pull that trigger on ya ole’ man! You too much of a BITCH to do so!” he challenged. I cocked my gun letting him know that  wasn’t playing. “Shoot me then.” He laughed, lifting his arms up and out.

I looked him dead in his eyes ready to kill his bitch ass but something took over me. Could I really kill my own father? “Dammit Brent just shoot the nigga!” I thought to myself but I guess I ended up saying it aloud because he laughed.

“I knew yo bitch ass couldn’t do it.” He said before snatching the gun out of my hand and pistol whipping me with it.

That was the last thing I remember.

I woke up and I was now in my bedroom. I had a slight headache and surprisingly I wasn’t tied up or locked up or anything. I knew I had to hurry up and find Bre before anything happened to her. I opened the door and stepped out into the hall way determined to head towards the cellar where I knew my dad would probably keep her.

I was almost there when I heard a lot of commotion.

“What do you mean he’s gone dammit!” I heard someone yell. “Didn’t I tell yo dumbass to stand by the fucking door?!”

“I had to fucking piss! I didn’t think he would get up!” I heard the other man defend himself.

“FUCK!” the first one yelled, punching the wall. “Why the fuck you standing here looking at me?! FIND HIS ASS!”

“shit!” I cursed to myself and ran quietly towards my dad’s study where he kept a lot of his guns and what not. I got there without being seen and grabbed a 9mm.

I was now at the doorway of the cellar. It was closed but I could hea my dad on the other side talking on the phone.

“Haven’t talked to you in a long time dear ole’ Christopher Medrano.” He said mockingly. That’s when I knew that Bre was in there.

I continued to listen until I heard that he had Bre rapped. I ain’t even wanna hear anything else, I cocked my gun, opened the door and but a bullet through that nigga. He fell to the ground along with the phone he was talking on.

I looked over a Bre who was blindfolded, tied to a chair, gagged, and crying. I ran over to her and proceeded to free her. “Baby it’s alright, I’m right here, I told you I wouldn’t let anyone hurt you baby.” I comforted.

Breanna’s POV

When I heard that gunshot, I thought I was as good as dead, but then I heard Brent’s voice and felt his touch and an awful calm came over me, I couldn’t help but sob. When I was finally freed, I wrapped my arms around him and cried and he held me in his arms and comforted me.

He then let me go and cupped my face between his hands. “Breanna I love you and I will never leave you or let anyone hurt you I’m so sorry you had to go through this.” He said as a stray tea fell down his check.

I looked him deep in his eyes and saw nothing but love in them. “I love you too.” I said before I heard multiple footsteps and Brent and I both stood up and aimed guns that way when I saw my dad’s face.

“Daddy!” I cooed, running into his arms.

He kissed me  on my check before looking towards Brent. “You did this?” he asked, referring to a dead William.

“For your daughter yes. Look I know I-“ My dad cut him off.

“You saved my daughter’s life, that’s all that matters to me son.” He said genuinely as a smile crept across mine and Brent’s face. “Let’s go.” He said and we walked out the house, alive. 

3 months later….

Unknown’s POV

It’s been three months and I’m still planning on how Ima take these motherfuckers down. My own son turned on me, and for that, they will all pay the price.