Mafia's Principessa

Luca Luciano

He really was a fucking angel and his eyes were more stunning up close. The look on his face made him look feral and for a second I was scared myself. Richards hands fell from my neck and he took off running out the alley. He wasn't a complete idiot. Angel boy and me were alone and when his gaze fell on me it felt like the world had been absorbed by him.

"Thank you." I said softly my throat aching and surely bruised.

"Do you want me to kill him?" He said raising in eyebrow in the direction Richard ran, his face betraying not even a hint of emotion.

"I want to do it myself." I said and his eyes brightened in amusement,the ghost of a grin.He reached in his pocket pulling out a pin and then he held out his hand.

I gave him my hand and he gave me another approving look.
"My number for when you do." Fallen angel indeed. I nodded and he left. Did he believed I would actually kill Richard?" Even if I had meant it, because I did want to kill the bastard, it would be the end of my life as well. I'd never get away with it.

"Bella why are you outside-" Marcelie paused as I turned to her.
"Did one of the guest do this to you?"

"No. Richard was here."

"Richard? Why the hell was Richard here?" She screeched pulling me inside.

"One of the men out there work with him, he recognized me and I guess he called Richard and told him."

"God, that bastard bruised your neck and your face again."

"Two times in one day." Madam spoke sweeping into the dressing room.

"It's fine." I said stupidly.

"It's not. Come stay with me." Marcelie pleaded, but she knew the answer.

"I'm not leaving her there with him alone."

"Go home and get your mother you can both stay with me." Madam said. "You can't work tonight after this anyway."

"Yes I can. I'm not leaving until we finish."

"Bella" Marcelie pleaded.

"I'm fine." I held firm.

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I was fine. I finished my shift without seeing angel again. My throat ached all the way home. The dread in my stomach building. Angel boy may have saved me in the alley, but in this house Richard could do what he wanted, and had always done what he wanted. My mother took so many beatings to get him off of me until he tamed her to complete submission.

The locks on my door we're the only thing that kept him out until the day he decided to take them off. Marcelie's boyfriend,Rico, had given me a gun, but I could never bring myself to use it. It sat idle in my floorboard. It weighed heavily on my mind as I turned the key in the door.

At first all I could see was how dark it was. There was the steady blue light from the tv in the living room and the volume was up high. He wouldn't notice if I snuck past and up the stairs. I moved swiftly, quietly.

Before I could round the corner I slipped,the floor wet. Whatever it was it coated my hand, it was cold. Richard hadn't noticed me despite the thud. I pulled out my phone using the light. I couldn't stop the scream that escaped my mouth as I beheld the blood on my hands, all over the floor and the body of my mother balled in the corner of the stairs blood seeping from her cracked head.Blood matted in her curls, and her chocolate skin covered in bruises. The tv shut off and Richard clicked on the lights making everything clear.

"See what happens when you disrespect me. You got your little bitch boyfriend TO THREATEN ME WITH A GUN."

I fumbled for her pressing my fingers against her neck to find her pulse. Nothing. I check her breathing nothing. 2 sets of CPR with Richard yelling about respect and nothing. Finally I reached for my phone to call the ambulance.

"What are you doing?" He said stopping his rant

"You killed her. YOU FUCKING KILLED HER YOU BASTARD."

"This is 911-"

"The address is 212 E 95th, 1st floor." That was all I got out before Richard lunged for me. Fist flying he snatched the phone from me throwing it. I could only kick him off. I rushed up the stairs for my room. I couldn't get the door closed before he tackled me to the floor. His breath reeked of alcohol and his hand found their way to my neck again to finish what he had started.

"You dumb bitch. I've always wanted to choke the life out of you. To wipe that defiance off your face. You always judged me with that look on your face. I could have been worse. There is worse out there. I could have raped you if I wanted to. You probably would have preferred that since you're a slut." He grinned.

I spat in his face earning myself a busted lip and a bloody nose. But it also gave me the room to scrabble back to the window. The window that was on the far wall. The wall that bordered the only loose floorboard in my room. He was on me again but he wasn't paying attention as I pulled up the board and retrieved the gun. I didn't flinch as I pulled the trigger. And he didn't have time to say another word as the bullet pierced his heart. Blood spilled from his mouth as he fell forward on top of me. I could only hear the sirens and the echo of the gun shot.I'd killed him, my mother was dead.