Mafia Parade

Prologue

I'd seen fear before, when I was about to fall from a tree in our backyard, and when my math's teacher would throw us a quiz and me being dead sure that I won't pass. But I've never looked at it in the eyes, never sat with it, never messed with it. But it seems that fate has other plans for me. Plans that would make me hate what I've loved the most about my life.

Never have I thought that I will hate the word family to the guts, not until I reached my eight year, and was given away to one of the most ruthless men on earth.

Fernando Cortés.

I've always contemplated why my parents would do what they've done to me. We were well off, my mother was a loving one, even though my father was almost never with us, but still, our lives couldn't have been better.

The moment my eyes connected with his, I knew that he is fear itself, not to mess with, not to piss off. And that's what I did. I've never looked at him in the eyes, never sat with him, never messed with him.

Fernando Cortés, the boss of the Mexican mafia, I knew that as soon as I turned 12, and it all started that day...

It was a bleak, windy day; Fernando came to my room, and commanded me to follow him. I just did without questioning. He hasn't changed at all, I thought. The same guy with the brown hair streaked with grey, thick eyebrows, and a strong jaw that made him look younger than his real age, for that he was in his late forties.

As soon as we reached the garden, he handed a gun over to me and said "look, you've been here for quite a long time..." he stretched his hand out grab a strand of my hair "..But you know, you started pissing me off, and I don't keep weaklings with me.." he suddenly pulled my hair, which was painful "..So either you learn how to defend yourself, or you will end up savagely killed by no one else but me". His words kept echoing in my head, he soon left me there, lost in my own thoughts..

Should I kill myself? No, no, I should kill him. No, His men will kill me then. What should I do?

What should I do?

What should I do?

Oh, I will do as he says, I will show him that I'm no longer the girl who pleaded to see her mom four years ago, no I'm not, I will be strong for my own sake.

I wiped the tears that betrayed my eyes and fell on my cheeks, and went straight to his office, and I found him in his way to there as well.

"Boss" I said between short breaths.

"I knew you'd come, but not this fast" he replied with an evil smirk curving his lips.

I stood still, and looked straight in his eyes "I want to be strong; I want to learn how to protect myself-"

"Of course, it's not like you have a choice, if you don't want to be strong, you gonna die, sooner or later" he said with his usual heartless voice. "Follow me"

We headed towards the second floor, which I wasn't allowed to go to, as soon as I stepped there I felt an evil aura, it was dimly lit, and the rooms were situated as if they were prison cells, it just felt creepy, and most of all... scary.

We soon reached the last room in the left corridor, I heard someone screaming from the other side of the room. We stepped in, and that was the time when I stepped into the world of blood and torture.

A man was laying on the ground, the room was empty, except for the two chairs in the right corner, two of Cortés' men were kicking him, but God knows what was done to him before, his body was covered in blood; his own blood definitely, I pitied him really, I wished I could help him, but there was no way with how I was.