He Was Her All (Book 1) [Editing]

Chapter 1: Kidnapped and Torn Apart

TW: Mention of death

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"Do you have the money?"

"I—I don't have it yet..." Isabella said, her lips trembling, and beads of sweat dripped from her temples.

She crouched on the floor with her two children behind her. One of the children was a young girl named Lillie who turned five several months ago. She had curly locks and deep blue eyes. The other child was a seven-year-old boy named Andrew, with dark brown hair, matching his eyes.

They were surrounded by at least a dozen men in black suits, and dark shades like the dark abyss of the midnight sky. They pointed guns at the shaky trio while the lurid, white ceiling light burned down on their faces.

"Where is the money?" The man towering over them demanded, he folded his arms across his chest and bent slightly. 

"I don't have it yet, but if you would just give me a few more weeks I can..."

"Shut up!" He bellowed which caused goosebumps to rise in fear on Lillie and Andrew's skin.

"We've given you plenty of time to pay off the remaining money so, where is it?!" His words thundered out of him, shaking the children in trepidation.

"I know, but it's been so hard and I-" Her voice painfully croaked out the words through the lump in her throat. Ever since her husband, Robert passed away, she and the two children had been struggling emotionally, mentally, and financially.

Her heart shattered like broken glass the moment she watched the love of her life go deep into the grave. She was grief-stricken, but most of the pain that she felt was for her children, who no longer had a father to look after them, to give them joy in ways that she could not.

However, she had no time to rest since there was leftover money that needed to be paid off. She tried her best but the heavy pieces of her heart became too much, and she knew one was going to give way.

Unfortunately, it was the money.

Before she could say anything, the men grabbed her and the kids and dragged them outside. She tried to fight them off but it was unsuccessful as they were dragged across the wooden floor outside. They got thrown into the back of the truck as if they were nothing but a sack of potatoes.

Unbeknownst to the Mafia members, one of the family members was left behind.

On the second floor, in her bedroom, was a girl in her early twenties. Her hair, the color of cinnamon and styled in loose curls, covered her face as she hid under a blanket. The sounds from downstairs had woken her up. She was not able to decipher the words that were being exchanged, though she knew from hearing her mother's pleas and her younger siblings' cries and screams that they were in trouble.

She heard a series of thumps, then the slam of a car door from outside the house. Although she did not look outside her window, she had a feeling that the sound of the thumps was from her family members being thrown into a vehicle.

Her breathing was shallow as she struggled to slow down the beating pace of her heart. Beads of sweat dripped from her cheeks and onto the pillow. She, of course, was also aware of her father's debt to the Mafia. The family had been given several warnings now, and Isabella had promised to eliminate the debts. It was a promise that she'd intended to keep, only if she was given more time.

However, the Mafia had little to no patience. After all, these were hardened, sleazy criminals, who engaged regularly in illegal practices and probably had little to no conscience. They had taken numerous lives of people, even those who had not done them harm.