Prisoner to Mr. Mafia (Book 1 In PTMM Series)

Chapter: 24

"To forgive is to set a prisoner free, and realize the prisoner was you." ~ Author

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*The following scene might be disturbing for some or others might like it. Just a warning*

Leena Pov~

"Papa, what's going on?" My voice came out groggy as I regained consciousness. I looked around the barely lit room and down to my shackled hands. Realization dawned on me, and my eyes shot to the man in front of me – my father. He stood about four feet away, dressed in his suit, black and white hair slicked back, hands in his pockets. The man I had known for years stood before me, yet in this moment, I felt as if I didn't know this man at all – my own father.

"Don't worry, Adaleena, Io non sono qui per te," he said, his mouth twisting into a sick grin. (Translation: I am not here for you.)

"Where is Miliana?" I asked, remembering my sister, and realizing she wasn't in the room with us. My stare intensified as I saw him glance away. "She's fine for now. You shouldn't be so concerned with her. You barely even know her," he spat, chuckling.

I felt my eyebrows furrow in confusion. "She's your daughter, my sister. How could I not be concerned? What are you even doing with us?" My voice raised as I struggled to free my wrist from the shackles.

"Regaining my rightful place. I just had to hand over the one thing holding me back from all of my allies. Get comfortable, Leena. You're gonna be here for a while," he said before winking and walking out of the door. I huffed in confusion, feeling my anger grow as I tried once more to break free, but with no success.

What the hell was going on? Allies? Papa hadn't been Boss for ten years; I doubted he had any allies left. Groaning, I bit my lip, trying to hold back my tears. I didn't even know why I was crying, perhaps for Miliana. She was the pregnant one, and I hoped she was alright. Adriano, just get here already!

Miliana Pov~ 

I felt my heartbeat in my ears as the one man I had nightmares about every night stood right in front of me.

"Did you miss me, love? I sure missed you," the psychopath said as he knelt down to eye level and trailed one finger down my cheek. My anger surged in my chest as his hand moved down toward my belly. My glare never left his face, but his gaze remained fixed on my belly.

"This baby is rightfully mine. You didn't think you could get away from me so easily. You know I would never leave you alone," Roman murmured, his disgusting cigar-filled breath fanning my face. Everything about him brought back all those nightmares.

My hands were still shackled, rendering me unable to defend myself. My jaw remained clenched as I fought hard not to break down; I wouldn't allow him to see me like that.

His eyes continued their ominous descent, a sadistic smile playing on his face as his hands ventured further down. My heartbeat raced, and I sucked in a deep breath. "You know what else I missed..." His voice grew heavier, and dread filled the pit of my stomach.

His fingers traveled up my dress, an outfit I now detested. They found their way to my underwear, and he began to touch me through the fabric. My eyes squeezed shut, and I shivered in disgust, all too familiar with his twisted ways. If my feet weren't tied, I would have kicked him by now.

 I felt him lean closer as he whispered in my ear "This is mine." I bit my lip using all my strength to hold back my rack of tears. The moment I was finally starting to recover from my past, I was finally finding peace, love from my family I completely forgot I had. To just be handed right back over to my tormenter.