Kidnapped By The Broken

CHAPTER 27

Why is she here? how did she know I was here? Is it Blake's work? But why did she come here? She left us right? Gosh I don't wane talk with her at all. I don't wane see her. A series of thoughts and questions flooded me like tsunami.

Suddenly my room door blasted opened and I jerked to see who it was, Blake stood there by the door with a guilt face.

"Why did you bring her here Blake?" I asked with anger filled in my voice.

He stayed slient for a whole moment and then replied, "You have to know what happen to your real parents Baby. I want you to know what happen."

Gosh this man is going to be the death of me. How did this idiot become so caring? I just kept staring at him, trying to figure out why he is suddenly so different around me. I am seriously going to blast open a tank of tears if he comes and hugs me now and it was so frustrating to hold back the tears. Like he heard my mind voice, he slowly walked towards me.

"I know baby, I know this is hard. I am here with you the whole time," he hugged me, "you don't have to be scared. I wont let anyone do anything to you. I am here right. So, come with me down and listen to her explanation, please baby." Gosh, I seriously hope he wont leave me the way everyone does. And I cried a little and hugged him back. We just stood like that till I was feeling okay and the he kissed my forehead and released me. He wiped my tears away and smiled, to which I smiled back.

"Shall we go then?" He asked smiling.

I smiled at him again and I nodded my head telling yes. He then held my hand and guided me towards the direction she was. We walked down the stairs to her, she was seated in the sofa and I see Jo talking to her. When I saw her, I quickly remembered Sopia, and quickly put a reminder in my head to call her.

I sat in front of her with Blake by my side. I adjusted myself to just be comfortable and hear the explanation and leave. "Okay. Now here is the thing Mom." Then I realized that she is not my mom, I shook my head to push away the bad feeling and spoke, "Isebelle, I just wanne know what happen with my real family and who my real parents are. Other than that please don't even bother to speak about anything else." I firmly said.

She looked hurt by my works. If this hurts, imagine what you put both your daughters through with that piece of shit called your husband!

"I...." She adjusted her sore voice and spoke again, "I was a handmaid and personal nurse to your family, to your real parents."

Handmaid.... personal nurse... This is so unsettling... yes Isabelle used to work in school as a nurse... but a handmaid is just a huge twist. I was surprised.

"Work for my parents?" I questioned Isabelle.

She nodded and continued, "Yes, work for your parents. Your father was The Don, the head of the head mafias. He was an arrogant heartless man who did as he pleased, murdered thousands, also was incharge of hundreds of families income. He was a good man with the most arrogant cold heart. I know it is a bit confusing to be a good man with an arrogant cold heart, but he was. He never killed anyone without a solid reason. He always had the best of the best reasons when it comes to taking the life of a soul. He lost his mother when he was 10 and grew up up with his father, who turned him into a cold hearted person. He didnt have enough of him mother's affection. He lacked love in his life. No matter what all women wanted him, but no one couldn't even get his attention. That's where comes your mom. She was a street fighter or rather should i say The Wisker. She was a very popular street fighter, who was undefeated. Your father one day came in to check out the fights. And thats where they first met. Actually your dad tried to fight your mom." She laughed, "lets just say he got his ego hurt a little when she was pronounced as the undefeated. Your mom always covered her face with a mask whenever she fights. And i was her wingman or can i say wingwomen. We both grew up together in the same orpan age. We were best friends. She is the one who helped me with my finances on my education. I wouldnt have been who i am now if it wasnt for her. She started street fighting with one cause and that was to help other kids who were in the orphanage to have better lives. She pulls in big amount of money and donated all of it to the children's education and life." Isabelle looked sad.