Mafia Boss (ON HOLD)

Chapter 2

wasup every one. Welcome to chapter two! I hope you guys have read the first chapter because if you did you may be confused. And I'm sorry if your confused but I promise you it will make more since in the future. *wink* get it cause you...can't...see me...I suck at jokes.

Oh and above is a picture of Alexander. Oh and sorry for the bad quality. My bad. So anyway, here is the second chapter.

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I couldn't believe they did this. They just killed my father and they didn't even think twice that he had a daughter that he needed to take care of for a little longer.

I just sat there for what felt like hours just crying onto his cold chest. Shaking without control. He was the only family I had left. My mom left us a long time ago and I didn't have any siblings either so now I was alone.

I suddenly heard soft foot steps interrupting my grieving and stopped behind me. I could hear the ruffling of a suit and felt a hard hand on my back. Get off me prick.

"I know this is hard for you, and I'm honestly sorry but he needed to be killed or he would've gotten away."

I shot my head around to look at the same man from the door earlier and got up to do a death stare at him. "How the hell can you say that! He's my dad you asshole!" I said as more tears formed blurring up my vision again.

I all I could do is see his smirk on his face and that set me off. I was seeing red at that moment and without thinking I slapped him in the face. And you know when it's a good slap when you hear the loud smack around the room.

I got up and walked out, well more like ran, not looking back and suddenly felt hands go over my mouth. I tried my best to remove the strong hands from behind me but its was hopeless. More tears had entered my eyes but I still tried to remove what I'm guessing are man hands but they felt soft and smooth.

After a few attempts of fighting I was starting to loose my energy and was blacking out.

As I felt myself slowly being brought to the floor I could see a black figure standing above me.

And then I was out...
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My eyes started to flutter open but things were still a little blurry. The first thing I could smell was Burnt tires. I hate that smell. As everything was coming back into focus I could finally see where I was. And it wasn't that pretty.

The first thing my eyes landed on was a grey door with a small window in the front like the ones at school. But this one looked like a steel door. There was an orange light that was I'm guessing leading to a hallway. I looked up to see this one light that wasn't really giving out that much light. Am I in an insane asylum?

And then my eyes drifted to this one window in the whole entire room and noticed that it was dark outside. How long was I out, I mean it was just the afternoon when those maniacs....killed my father.

Just the thought of him on the floor with blood surrounding him was making me sick.

All I could remember is the faint memory of gun shots and....my dad.

I tried to get up but realized my hands were tied up with a chain, along with my legs. I saw figures walking up to the door and then it opened.

I squinted my eyes because of the bright light from the hallway. And saw the figures coming towards me.

I started to shake my head. These monsters killed my dad and I wanted nothing to do with them.

One of the three men crouched down in front of me. And honestly he was pretty hot.