Mafia Reject (working in a title!)

Chapter One: Izzy

"Isabela." My mother says sternly. She smacks my hand and I look up at her quickly, out of my daze. She frowns and I know she wants my answer. But I also know I have no choice in the matter anyway.

"Yes." I say finally. My mother grins and the man standing next to her smirks before grabbing me by the arm and pulling me behind him.

"Do what you like with her. Just remember the payment after you're done." My mother calls after the man. The man nods and then continues, his grip on my arm tightening. I couldn't prepare myself for what would happen. I never could. No matter how many times a month this happened, I could never be prepared.

As we approached the bedroom the man had chosen, he turned and looked at me. His hand ran down my jaw line and I shivered, hating his touch.

"A beautiful young lady you are. Your mother certainly raised a gorgeous daughter." He says grinning. He opens the door and gestures for me to go inside. I do, head hung low, and begin to undress.

I let him do what he wants because I have to. All the while I stare off waiting for it to stop. I hate his fingers against my bare skin and the way he looks at me hungrily. When it hurts, I don't say a word. I'm not allowed to. No speaking from me, but I have to make him think I'm enjoying it. Those are the rules and I have to follow them.

When he's finished, he gets off of me and gets dressed. As he's buttoning up his shirt he looks at me.

"I'll have to recommend you to my buddies back home. I ain't ever had a girl who didn't fight back." He said smirking. I gulped and didn't let the tears stinging my eyes fall. I couldn't. I didn't want a round two.

"Thanks, Izzy." He says pulling on his other shoe. I wince at the name. He leaves the room and I sink down into the bed. I finally let the tears fall and I cry. I cry because there's nothing else I can do. I hear footsteps coming towards the door and I immediately jump out of the bed and go to get dressed.

"Well done, Isabela. Since you did so well, you don't have another appointment for a month." My father says. He looks at me and I know he sees the tear stains. Fear fills me as he walks towards me. He grabs my face in his hand roughly. "Don't cry. You have no reason to." He says before smacking me. I nod and then he leaves and I'm alone again.

I didn't ask to be part of this. Why was I born into this family? I could have been born into any other family in the world. But I was born into this one.

As soon as I get dressed and walk out, my mother approaches me.

"You have another job to do. A hit has been placed on executive Alexander Collins. He's the executive of an advertising company." My mother says. "You and your father are going. No questions asked. He's waiting in the car." She says pushing me down the hall towards the front door.

I step out the front door and see the sleek, black car waiting for me. Cliché I know. The window rolls down and I see my dad smiling.

"Come on. I'm about to show you how a real hit job is done. Then you can do it on your own when you turn 21." He says smiling. I almost gag before getting in the car. I didn't want to watch my father kill an innocent man.

As we drive down the road, an upbeat song plays on the radio. A song about happiness. But, the mood in the car? My dad, ecstatic to add another completed hit to his list. But me? Disgusted. Hurt. Angry.

"Here we are. He's supposed to be having lunch today by himself here." My father points out the window to a small, deserted deli. The perfect place for a kill. "He'll be here around 12:00."

I check my watch. The time reads 11:59 a.m. and I sigh. I didn't want to be a part of this. I didn't want to witness the moment my dad pulled out the gun and killed a man. A man who probably had a family. A wife and kids.