Il Mio Capo Mafioso Italiano

II

Mavery's POV
The silent night is filled with gunshots and screams.

Who the hell did my father piss off now. I thought.

I debate staying out here on the balcony, but then realize that if anyone found me I would be cornered. The drop over the edge of the balcony would kill me. I slip inside the building and search for an exit. Why is this mansion so big! I don't even know where I am going!

More gunshots ring out, but they sound like they are far enough away from me. You may think I'm selfish for trying to make an exit without helping others, but honestly, it would be a suicide mission to go and try and help anyone. Plus, every human in that ballroom wouldn't hesitate to feed me to wolves if it meant saving themselves.

I take another left turn in hope of seeing an exit, but instead I see a man in a black suit facing away from me. I see a gun in his hand and try to slowly back out of the hall before he sees me. Just then he turns around and points the gun at my face.  I know this man...

"Howard?" I say, not even hiding the fear in my voice. He recognizes me and drops his gun almost immediately. "Listen to me," he says, "You need to get out of here."

"What is going on?" I take a step back, "You are- "I'm in the mafia and we are attacking your father." "Why are you telling me this?" I start to internally panic. What if he kidnaps me? Or kills me?!

"Just go!" He shouts, "Go down the hall and take a right. Then exit the building and run until you see a building. After that take a cab and go home."

"I don't understand..." I was beyond confused why Howard was helping me. His friends probably have my dad at gunpoint right now! Unless he is already dead...  "Go!" He screams at me, "Before I shoot you!"

I fumble backwards before turning and sprinting, I'm faced with a left and a right turn. Which way did he say to go? Right? What if this is a trap? I go with my gut and listen to Howard, turning right, I run to the end of the hall and see the exit door.

More gunshots go off in the distance.

I follow Howard's instructions. I take off my heels and leave them by a dumpster and run until I reach a gas station. Then I fish my phone from my purse and call an Uber. Once I get to my penthouse and tip my Uber driver, I rush into my room. Why would Howard let me go? Why was the mafia after my father? Were they even after my father? Is my father even alive?

This is all too much.

I decide to take a shower, then I make myself soup and eat before going to bed. I don't call the cops because my father would be livid. He used to always tell me that if I wanna ever involve cops in anything I will be severely punished. So if anything bad happened to that excuse of a man called my father, it is his fault.

I climb into my bed and drift off to sleep.

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I woke up to the abrupt sound of the penthouse door slamming shut. Instinctively, I jump out of bed and try to act like I wasn't sleeping like a baby while my 'family' was in danger. I hear muffled voices from what I think is the kitchen.

Don't you dare go in there Mavery. I try to talk myself out of it, but my curiosity gets the best of me as I turn my door knob to go see what's going on.

Tip toeing around my own house, the horrible thought of what may happen to me if I get caught eavesdropping creeps up in the back of my mind. I shake that thought away and get close enough so that I can make out some words from what sounds like my father and a man.

"Im running out of patience Lawrence?" A man says to my father, "We aren't a petty gang from downtown LA, we are the Italian Mafia." Italian Mafia? Why the hell is my father involved in stuff like this?

"Do you even know Lorenzo Mancini's reputation!?" The man started to raise his voice. I had never heard my father been spoken to like this before. If I even had a slight bit of sass to my tone I would be limping for a week. So you can say I was a little shocked that my father was putting up for this. Who is this man?

He sounded around my age, maybe a little older. Mid twenties...?

"I'll do whatever it takes to keep my Mafia alive." My father responded calmly. His... Mafia? My father is a part of the Mafia!?There's multiple Mafias? What the fuck is going on...

"No way in hell I can give up that much money without sinking the whole American Mafia." He says, "But I think I have a solution..."

"I don't care what you do but you better come up with the $1.6 million"

"I can give you one million..." he pauses. My mind flashes to possibilities that he knows I'm eavesdropping. Shit shit shit.

I calmed myself down and decided to get back to my room before he could see me, but I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard my name come up in their conversation.

"I could sell Mavery to work off the last 600k."

He can't be serious?! His own damn flesh and blood and he is just going to sell me like that? I stopped thinking rationally and I turned and ran into the kitchen, face to face with my father and a man who I couldn't deny was extremely attractive.

"I'm not a fucking object to be sold and bought!" I scream at him. I just know I'm going to regret this later but, I'm already in trouble so why not lay it on him thick. "Work off your own God damn debt to the stupid Italian bastard and leave me the fuck out of it you old hag!"

The man next to my father started to laugh, I felt like I was missing something...

"Italian bastard...." I heard a chuckle come from behind me, "That's a new one, I must admit." I turn around to see a man leaning against the glass window of the penthouse, a devilish smirk on his face.

He moves close to me... too close.

"I shout shoot you right now just for saying such things about me" he tilted my chin up so I could look into his eyes. I tried to swat his hand away but he was too strong. I looked him in his eyes and I could see the rage in his beautiful silver eyes...

Beautiful!? What the hell is wrong with me, he is threatening to kill me!

"What's stopping you then?" I try to hide the fear in my voice. For the past few years I have eagerly awaited the time my father might go too far and I would finally be free, but that never came. Now, I'm trying to live my life to the fullest, but I do not fear death like I used to when I was little.

"Feisty" he removed his hand from my chin and turned to my father and said the unthinkable..

"I think we have a deal."

"I said it before, and I will say it again." I am so proud of myself for not breaking down right now, "I am a human being. Not an object!"

"And I am the head of the Italian Mafia. Not someone you want to make angry." Get her Luca. He snapped, probably to the other man in the room.

I immediately fought back, or tried to. I slapped this 6'4 man right across his face, and ducked when he tried to grab me. Then out of nowhere I felt a sting in my neck, and once I realized what it was, it was too late. My eyelids became heavy... the last thing I saw before darkness was a pair of silver eyes looming over me, almost warning me that I better behave around him.

"Bastard." I managed to mumble before everything went black.

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