The Don's Daughter: Love & Betrayal

Thirteen

                "Stay in there until you make up your mind. I won't let you out this time"

She snickered. The old man's punishments were getting boring. How many times had she been thrown in there? How many times had she come out, stronger at that? She didn't care. They could lock in that place for the rest of her life and she wouldn't do it. She wasn't going to do it. As one of the guys moved to force her into the basement, she rolled her eyes and walked in herself. Screw them. All of them. There was no reason for her to look around since she'd been there countless times. Arrogantly she walked to the corner and sat down, glaring up at the camera facing her. Sooner or later they were going to get tired of throwing her in there and let her be.

Two, three hours later, she startled awake. Blinking she wondered when she'd fallen asleep and what had woken her up. The place was colder now, she realized just as something touched her arm. She had one second to see what it was before someone turned off the lights. Soft, slimy and really disgusting. The right thing to do would have been to scream but all of a sudden she couldn't even breathe let alone call for help. Fear paralyzed her as they she felt them climbing all over her body. Before the lights went out, she'd seen three of them. Now it felt like there were more. And since she couldn't see them, she had no way to escape or avoid them.

The last thing she remembered was thinking that she would do anything. So long as Padre never put her back in there with those snakes.

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Marianna

          I woke up with a massive headache. I don't know where we went yesterday but the place must have been awesome. The after effects are what I don't like I'm thinking I'm too old to be partying like this. I can't even think past my headache. But then again, I'm only twenty three. In the kind of world I live in, well, let's just say partying is everything. You won't believe me if I told you the amount of cocaine I've stolen from Padre. I don't think he'll believe me either. As the Don's daughter, sometimes it's mandatory to act like one. Crazy parties with even crazier friends.

Looking around I contemplate on whether to take a shower first. I feel sticky and dirty but with the way my head is pounding, I think I'll come back to shower later. Getting out of bed I pad downstairs only to hear threats flying against Paulo. I don't like it so I step in and do my best to diffuse the situation before going to the kitchen to get myself a glass of water. I'm standing right on the other end just beside the fridge when Paulo walks in looking angry. All of a sudden a chill runs down my spine together with a feeling of Deja Vu. He's the second person to walk through that door looking so angry. It's as if this has happened before, but not with Paulo.

In a flash, my memory comes rushing back. We hadn't gone to any party. That bastard De Luca had his men lock me up in that filthy place. Oh God, don't think about anything. Just focus on the anger. It's the only thing that can block out everything else. I can't think about being down there. I just can't. Not again. Taping on my well of anger, I grab a knife, ready to go and stab that bastard but then he walks in and I throw it without a second thought. Then I grab Paulo's gun and fire. No thinking about anything. Just acting.

There were rules when I was being trained. Rule number one was to never hesitate or I'll be dead. When you intend to kill someone and grab a weapon, make sure you use it before the other person gets to it. I'm used to doing things on instinct. If someone grabs me suddenly, my first instinct is to punch them. If an idiot like De Luca throws me in dark places, I kill them the second I have a chance. That is exactly what I did to Alejandro in Spain. He stuck in his basement, I stuck a knife in his throat the first chance I got.

I feel Paulo's hands around me, holding down my hands so I don't fire again. We both know I fired without aiming and that the second time I won't miss my target. All I'm thinking about is that I should kill him. He's in a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt that clings deliciously to his body and looking really edible but I want to kill him.