The Mafias Protection

10: thrilling feeling of euphoria

I take one last glance in the mirror, checking on my outfit hoping it was good enough for wherever Damon was planning on going tonight.

It was nothing over the top, just blue denim mum jeans, a white fitting top, white convers and a black leather jacket over the top to keep me warm in the cold November air.

I walk down the marble stairs, finally feeling like I fit in this luxurious mansion.

Everything around was silent, and most of the lights were turned off, or dimly lit telling me most people have gone to bed.

I tried my best to walk as silently as possible to the front door, without any of the maids or Alec's men hearing.

As I got out the door, the front light to the mansion turned on, giving me a fright thinking I got caught red handed. I close the door behind me as silently as I can, and run in the direction of Damon's car hoping he's there.

"Took you long enough." Damon's hushed voice says, and I roll my eyes and open the passenger side door and wait for him to start up his car.

Soon we were speeding off, and I watch as each lamppost would shine before disappearing again.

"Where are we going?" I ask, checking the radio for the time, seeing it's nearly 1AM.

"Wait and see." Was his only response as he takes a quick glance at me, before shifting his sight back on the road.

I let out an annoyed sigh before leaning back in my chair.

"Tell me something about yourself." I suddenly ask, catching him off guard.

"I don't know, what do you want to know."

"Siblings?" I question, and he nods his head, keeping his eyes on the road.

"I've got an older sister."

"Why don't you talk about her?"

"We don't talk much anymore." He says honestly. "Now, tell me something about you."

I was stuck for a minute trying to think about anything interesting about me. Usually when men ask me about myself, I would lie, and hide behind my seductress persona.

"My favourite season is winter?" I say, but it came out more of a question, unsure if that was good enough information for him to know.

"That sucked." Damon laughs at my answer. "Tell me something more interesting like, how you started in the Mafia or what role you play."

"If you must know," I roll my eyes "my involvement with the mafia started with my father. He joined a few months before he met my mum. Our mum never wanted any of us being apart of their deadly world, but after her passing we had no other choice. Our dad wanted more money, and we wanted answers for our mothers death." I admit, thinking back on the tragic time.

It started on 20th of November, my birthday to be exact.

One moment she was there, the next she wasn't.

She was missing for a month, until she showed up on Christmas day however not in the way we had hoped or expected.

On Christmas day, fifteen boxes showed up on our porch unannounced, all nicely wrapped with big bows and name tags.

I got three boxes, father got five boxes and everyone else got one box.

I remember being so excited, thinking I was one of Santa's favourites with extra presents. But what laid inside, gave me nightmares of just how real and vicious the Mafia world was.

Inside the white blooded box was my mums heart.

In all of the boxes laid some kind of piece to my mum, whether it was her fingers, tongue, livers or her decapitated head.