After a good night sleep I woke up and my cosy sheets the next day and made a cup of coffee. I started on breakfast when there was a knock on the door. I opened and found Fabio standing there. I embraced him with a hug and let him in.
"I missed you so much abuelo."
"Same her my little angel." he said and kissed me on the forehead causing me to giggle.
"I was just making some breakfast. You want some?"
"yeah. I'll eat."
I made us both some eggs and sausages along with some bacon, toast and tomato. I ate one egg, one piece of bacon, one toast and one tomato and gave the rest to Fabio.
Food and I are enemies. As a kid I lived with my mom and my sextuplet brothers and sisters. Yes I am a product of sextuplets. We were three boys and three girls. The three boys are dead my mom killed them its only us girls left.
My mom just like my dad had dozens of kids none of whom she raised.
She sold us all into sex trafficking including me. However I never got raped only starved and beaten hence me having an eating disorder now that and the fact that my dad used to lock me in a cage when I was naughty and the housekeepers were told to feed me but my siblings would poison the food. So later on I just stopped eating because I didn't trust the food that was given too me.
My daddy never knew I was poisoned. He only found out when It was already too late.
As for my momma selling me into trafficking. She sold me when I was 4 years old and I spent two years locked up in a cage. I was never raped because the leader of the gang said that my innocence was too pure for anyone to take. He had a woman phone my daddy and dumped me in front of a hospital when I was six.
Up until this day I still remember him and would never forget him. His name was Emilio Cortez head of the Colombian Cartel. Dangerous man. He tattooed a katalaya orchet on my left arm along with a telephone number hidden in the tattoo. He said too call that number whenever I am in danger and he would come to save me.
I never did though because I always knew that he would kill whoever hurts me and I don't want anyone's death on my hands. Strange I know considering I too have killed many times before.
He was the first man I loved. Not in a sexual way but in a father daughter kind of way. He showed me that not all men are evil some have good in them.
So, how have you been lately? " my grandfather asked me snapping me out of my thoughts.
" I am good. My back is healing. I just got back from daddy's house and surprisingly he was very nice and loving towards me and the best of all is that Martin finally dropped dead. So I am fucken blissfully happy." I said. Not realizing I mentioned Martin which my grandfather didn't know about the torture he put me through.
"Why are you happy he is dead?"
"He molested me ever since I was six."
"And you didn't think of telling me this!" he fumed.
" He bullied me and I never thought anyone would believe me. I am sorry I didn't tell you." he just nodded and proceeded with his food.
"Are you ever planning on telling your daddy about this place?"
"No. This is the only place I feel safe and the only place I am free of their abuse."
He again just nodded and moved on.
After breakfast he left and I cleaned the place up. This house was huge and so was my damn yard. It's like a fortress. I plan on renovating it once I have enough money to do so. Making it bigger and adding a few rooms.
I am going to turn it into my dream home.
After cleaning the entire house I went to the back of the house where I have a small vegetable garden I started when I moved in here three months ago. I have onions, tomatoes, cabbages, chillies, peppers and a whole other stuff too. None are ready for use yet but they look good.
I love gardening keeps my sole at peace.
I went inside after I was done. I took a bath and went started preparing dinner.
I made roast chicken and roasted veggies with a light green salad.
I pored a glass of wine. Yes I drink.
And I listened to music while cooking and drinking until my phone rang.
"Ola MI amor." I said with a smile.
"I miss you already" he said and I smiled.
"I know. I will be back soon." we talked for a while and I dropped the call.
After dinner I went to bed and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
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The Mafia Leaders Daughter(ON HOLD)
RomanceKatalaya De Luca daughter of the Don Giovanni De Luca. Head of the Italian Mafia. At only 16 she has got a whole lot of responsibilities and 1000 problems. She's the black sheep of the family. Her family abuses her and violates her. She doesn't bel...