MADDWAYNE- mafia series part 1

Chapter 3

WARNING: VIOLENT CONTENT AHEAD!!

"Oh! cercando di ferire il mio ego?" (trying to hurt my ego?) Lorenzo smirked.

"scommetti!"(you bet!) I taunted, my face clear with a you-are-worth-nothing look. Before I had the time to react, he grabbed my hair. I could feel my bun letting loose. He pulled my hair so hard that my roots hurt and I was sure one or two strands must have already broken from my so-told gorgeous hair. He gripped my hair and dragged my face dangerously close to his and I could feel the scent of his Poison perfume mixed with a weird smell of cigarettes. I cringed at the stinking smell he radiated but looked straight into his eyes. Even though his looks were threatening, I could scream "The last thing you can do to me is kill me. Oh! go ahead, son of a sandwich! I ain't scared of you and your not-so-scary padre!(father)

He tightened the grip on my hair and my neck was aching horribly. Although I wanted to wince at this action, I chose not to cringe or groan. I am not letting this psychopath feed on my pain. I know my pain gives him pleasure and i'm not letting him feel content. Not in this lifetime, you jerk!

His dirty grin told me he saw my pain. Okay! C'mon Linah! Do it! With whatever little strength I had, I stamped his feet and bit his wrist. I then pushed him away, my hand clearly rough on his torso, leaving a few cuts with my nails. The "yelp" that I heard from his mouth was enough to bring me much more happiness, his pained look! Wow!! I could live for a year seeing that! Not just his reaction, the house help standing in one corner with a tray in his hands dropped it, with the glass of almond-saffron milk shattering into pieces. This, although sadistic, brought a strange wave of satisfaction and happiness swarmed my chest.

After what seemed like 5 minutes passed, he looked at me, disgust and hatred filled in his eyes and I knew I am dying today. Great. Just, great! So Linah, get ready to leave your mom and sister in this horrendous world. You are going to have a rendezvous up there. Or maybe, down in hell.

"Uh haan? So daddy's little princess thinks she is strong enough to hurt daddy?" His lip curled a little and I cringed at the words 'daddy' and 'princess'. Certainly, this didn't suit this ****head, I thought. "Okay, tesoro! Get ready for some fun".  His long legs took 3 steps towards the fire place and to my horror, he picked up the hand forged poker. My lips started trembling. Of course, I didn't want to die that early! I had stuff to do!

As he was about to strike, my hand involuntarily raised up slightly above my head and my eyes closed shut. To my surprise, he caned but I didn't feel it. "did my senses die?" I thought to myself just then, I heard a gasp. Oh shit! MA!!

I could feel the bruise forming on ma's shoulder with the wack. She immediately crouched and the next minute, she was hugging her knees so hard that I felt guilty for having starting this session of war. I wouldn't call it a fight, though.
 I could hear her feeble voice leaving  those already split and bruised lips getting ready for some more, saying- "do anything to me, Lorenzo! Leave my daughter."

"Oh! Look? un amore come in nessun luogo! (a love like nowhere) In that case, take this!"

Blow!

Blow!!

Blow!!!

I felt like I wanted to be wiped out from this universe, this existence. Obviously your mom being assaulted right in front of your eyes won't bring you any freaking pleasure. Just as Lorenzo was about to hit her again, Greg interrupted him. "figlio? abbiamo una riunione ora (son, we have a meeting now). Get ready. You can deal with these trashcans later." This must be the most irritating voice I've ever heard.

Greg Moretti. Lorenzo's father. Another reason why I hate this world. Unfortunately, this piece of crap is my.....er....*cough* grandfather. Hearing that annoying tone, I wish I could grab that poker from Lorenzo's hand and stab it right in this throat, slitting it open.

"hey, tesoro! You look hot even in PJ's!" He winked. This old ass, late in 60's still didn't have balanced hormones. I wanted to wipe away that smirk so bad, my knuckles turned pale white as I balled up my fists, clenching my teeth in anger.

What do you think about this Greg guy? Will Maddelyn be able to overcome all these hurdles and finally be free some day? Will there be any love in her life?