Love For The Mafia Boss

Prologue (part one)

- Arabella's P.O.V -

I can't live this way anymore. The constant yelling, punching, hurting. I can't, I won't. I'd rather die than live this way, I'm so done.

That's why I'm in this odd position now, because I got out while I could. I still can't believe I got away with this, for now anyways. I'm currently sitting on a greyhound on my way to Italy. I've always longed to go there, partially because it's far away from the hell that is my home. I've lived as a gang leader's daughter for 22 years now and I'm just getting out. I'm such a coward. Running away like this, I should've fought back.

Shaking my head I decide to doze off till I get to the airport. Italy here I come.

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15 hours later

The bus jolts to a stop and suddenly I'm thrown forward, hitting my head against the seat in front of me. I wince in pain and cradle my head in my hands, resisting the urge to cry. I'm such a softie crying over a little pain. Realizing that we have stopped at the Kingston Airport I grab my duffel bag and climb off the bus, not even close to being prepared for the long flight to Italy. Walking into the airport and getting my ticket was a breeze. As soon as I get situated on the plane I start dozing off, not even realizing until now how tired I am.

It's not the tiredness you feel after a long day, it's like the complete and utter exhaustion you feel after having a mental breakdown. My brain is so strained and my thoughts are so incoherent, my body feels as though it ways 5 tons. I'm completely ready to pass out by the time the plane starts taking off.

Eventually I get tired of trying to stay awake, I let the all-consuming darkness take over my brain. 

I am finally free.