The lost Mexican-Italian mafia princess

Chapter 13 A reminder of the past

Quick warning like i said in the title there is some disturbing and maybe triggering writing for some. I just wanted to let y'all know that if you've ever been though any type of assault I'm here to talk to you and no matter what shitty people say IT IS NEVER THE VICTIMS FAULT. you're loved. as well remember that the main characters name is Rose-Mary so most people will call her Rose but Alexander will call her Mary, just so you don't get confused. Jason is the American Mafia leader and Alexander is his son. As well remember that Andrei is the brother of the Russian leader. I've also decided to start adding outfits that Rose-MAry wears, if i haHappy reading :)

I woke up today with an uneasy feeling. After I showered I changed to a blank lacy tank top with regular cuffed jeans. As I was walking down I heard two distinctive voices that I haven't heard since I was seventeen, Alexander and his dad Jason. Crap they weren't supposed to be here for another couple of days. As I entered the dining room Alexander and I locked eyes.

"MARY?!."

"Hey Alex" I said with a genuine smile and as he ran to me and hugged me I wrapped my legs around his waist as he spun me. "OK OK PUT ME DOWN BEFORE I FAINT" I told Alexander, basically screaming.

"Sorry but what the hell are you doing here."

"Well you know I discovered that I was the daughter of the Don of the Italian mafia."

"How did you find out?" Alex asked as if he already knew about this which had me confused and I'm guessing he noticed my confusion.

"After breakfast we need to talk," said Alexander.

"Mary!"said Jason.

"Hi Jason long time no see." I said , smiling and hugging him back.

"Wait, you guys know each other, Rose, why didn't I know about this?" said my father.

"Sorry dad, I forgot to mention it to you." We sat down for breakfast and we talked then of course Stefano had to ask.

"So how do you all know each other."

"We dated for about a year when Rose was 17."said Alexander. Stefano gave me a look of like "seriously why didn't you tell me this look."

After breakfast was over Alexander asked my father if me and him can talk privately in his office. I kindly asked everyone not to listen and be nosey and only me and Alexander were going to talk to no one else. Even if they listen to me, Alexander and I taught ourselves Greek so we could communicate in secret. "Álex, mou leípeis tóso polý, allá giatí den mou eípes óti o Antréi diéfyge kai óti den ítan nekrós ópos ki egó"(Alex i missed you so much but why the hell didn't you tell me that Andrei escaped and that he wasn't dead like I thought he was). Then he gave me a file with all the information on Andrei but everything on this file I already knew just reminded me of one of the worst times of my life.

FLASHBACK to NY in 2008: Last T.W

I had turned 15 about a month ago and everything was going good. There was news about a serial r@pist who targeted girls in about the ages of 8-12, blonde hair and from the upper west side. It disgusted me that people like that existed. I was scared but my mom told me not to worry because i was far from his "type." I was 15 with black hair and lived in The Bronx. One day I was walking home from school when a white van pulled next to me and put a rag over my mouth,knocking me out of consciousness . When I woke up I was chained to something in a dark room with a bed. It turned out that I was kidnapped by that same sick bastard that the police were looking for. The authorities thought that he lived in NY his whole life but that wasn't the case. This man was Russian i was able to make out some words he said because I was learning Russian but I wasn't fluent in it yet. Although I knew how to defend myself physically I couldn't because he kept me heavily drugged for the four day he held me captive. I had yet to grow an immunity to drugs and I was left completely vulnerable. This man tortured and r@ped me for days even after I asked him to stop but he never did. On the fifth day Paul and his men came to my rescue because they hated r@pist more than anything especially when it involved kids. They might be the Mafia but they had morals and lines and kids were the line they never crossed. Paul also wanted to make up for the horrendous acts his father did so in cases involving kids they offered their help to the local authorities. That's when I met Alexander and he helped me when I went through severe depression and a psychotic break. Alex helped me heal and trained with me. He was only sixteen and just started to get involved with his dad's business. Alex is one of the few people that has seen me at my lowest and darkest times.