Discovering the Mob ( ON HOLD)

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Helena silently walks through the night of the dark alleyways. She has a duty to return to the house but her feet lead her to the silence of the night. She replays her father's words over and over again. Is he really capable of killing his daughter? His only daughter to be exact?

She knows he is, but how. The only family he has is her and she him. Isn't family supposed to protect each other til the end? She looks up at the dead sky.

Francesco is a cold blooded murder, but he values the word family. Everyone in the house protects him and he does the same. They're like a team. One gets hurts, they all jump in. She doesn't have that. If She gets hurt, she just has to shake it off and move on.

Helena doesn't reliaze how fast her passion for dance is dissolving. Its not about freedom anymore. It's not about living a life where she can become a professional dancer. Its not even about wanting to be normal without anymore killing for a living. Its about being herself. Why would she risk her life to live a life of lies? That's exactly what she's been doing when she hid from the director. No one knew who she really was. No one knew how she was brought up.

Second chances doesn't count in her book. That part of life she was fighting for so long is vanishing. She can never be the girl next door. She can't be truly happy making up a life she wasn't destined to have.

The roads are silent. The walls stand tall. Not an ounce of emotion enters her being. Her feet drag her to the house. She just walks along the gates not bothering to be seen or heard.

"Helena." One of the guards acknowledge her as he opens the gates for her. She walks up the steps passing him. The sound of the radio in his hand isnt discret. She knows he would inform Francesco of her escape.

Entering the house she makes her way to the staircase just to find Francesco standing on the top steps waiting on her with cold eyes.

"My room now." Is all he says before he turns to leave towards that direction.

She follows behind him silently. Now isn't the time to agrue. Helena is too mentally exhausted to.

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Francesco stands tall. Showing his authority in his stance and eyes. He obeserves her standing in front of him looking woren out.

"Delight me with the reason why you decided to leave the property without so much as a word of acknowledgement to me. Entertain my thought before I run out of patience."

"I couldn't sleep so I went for a walk. Not a big deal."

"A walk. You know that walk could have cost you your own life?"

"I can protect myself Francesco."

"That is not the point Helena. You are now a part of Mia Familia. That means we have become one as soon as you were considered one. What happens to you effects everyone here."

"It was just a walk. I'm too tired to do this now. I'm going to bed." He grabs a hold of her arm before she turns her back to him.

"My patience is running thin with you. And since you decided to take manners into your own hands and risk your safety. I will do the exact opposite." Her glare didn't effect him not one bit. He would be damn if she would be under the impression that she would be off the hook. "You'll be sleeping here til I decide I can trust you to stay in your own room."

She leans on to him with a threatening stance. "Over. My. Dead. Body." She knees him on the stomach. Though the hit actually did affect him he doesn't show it. The action just fores him up more.

He grabs both her arms in a tight grasp before she makes another move. "You just made a mistake Helena. Cara, tonight you will wish you never laid your hands on me."

"Fuck you. You fucking fuck!" She yells at him.

He pushes her onto the bed. She continues to try to fight him off but his weight out beats her anytime. She might have been able to defeat a couple of his fighters but she isn't better than him.

Her hands find release. She flips them both over so she now straddles him whilist on top. Her quick moves almost blind him. She gracefully flips backward and lands on her feet. Her eyes are anything but calm. She's a fire that has been pushed to her limit.

"You want to fight Francesco? We'll fight. But like hell will you treat me like I'm one of your whores. I rather bleed my eyes out than sleep in the same room with you." She launches at him. Her fists miss his face by just an inch.

He ducks as she does a round house kick. "Why? Your talking as if I'm asking you to become one of the many whores you claim I have."

"I don't care what your intentions are." She hisses. She kicks him squarely on the chest. Pushing him back onto the bed. "You and I are nothing to each other. Why the hell would you keep me here?"

"For your safety. I don't trust you not to leave again the way you did tonight. And I will not sleep in a chair watching over you like an idiot. You will do as I say Helena." She punches him. He can taste the sweet blood in his mouth. "Enough!" He grabs her shoulders and shakes her roughly not caring if he hurts her. He stares right into those mesmerizing eyes. "Cannot you see that I actually care if you live or die?!"

She stops struggling. "What?" She whispers.

"I will not let anything happen to you Helena. I will not let anyone ever get to you without paying dearly for it."

He avoids eye contact with her. He just shakes his head annoyed. "Get your things from your room. You may sleep on my bed. I will sleep on the floor." He walks into the bathroom shutting the door. He doesn't leave any room for agrueement.

He can hear her leaving his bedroom. Francesco looks at himself in the mirror. His eyes are exhausted and lonesome. The ache he feels. The emotions he has running through his system all indicates that what he feared is true. The thought of Helena being in danger bothers him more than it should. The way she looked at him with such anger and cold eyes made him feel rejected.

All those years of being such a cruel person has bottled up into one woman. The same woman who is taking his heart slowly but surely.