Il Mio Capo Mafioso Italiano

XXIV

Fun fact: I'm actually learning the Roman numerals bc I've had to look them up so much :)

Ok so the next few chapters are going to have very sensitive topics...many which might be triggering for some people. I do not support any of these topics, it's just part of the story. Read at your own risk....

Anyways on to the story!

Mavery's POV:

The second the elevator doors shut I expected my father to do something. To either hit me or say something rude...but instead he did nothing. We sat there in silence, which scared me more than it would've if he had insulted me.

We managed to get to the car in silence, and I was getting my hopes up that maybe he would just ignore me now.

He started the car, I stared out the window watching as we left the parking garage under Lorenzo's building and sped through the streets of New York.

"You are going to regret sharing things about our relationship with that man." He finally says in a calm voice, his head still forward looking at the road. Why was he being so calm about this?

"I-I never told him anything..."

"He told me what you have shown him, you slut."

I can't believe this... why would Lorenzo do this to me?! Did I do something to upset him or to make him hate me?

"I haven't paid off the debt yet. Why do you want me back?" I said, trying to change the topic.

"Let's get one thing clear I don't want you, I was offered a great amount of money for you."

"W-what?!" I was in such disbelief, how could someone to this to their own daughter?

The car slowed to a stop when we reached an airport lined up with private jets.

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After the long plane ride back to LA, my father and I were picked up and driven to what I had assumed would be our apartment building, but it was actually some huge building.

"Did I forget to mention we moved?"

I took in my surroundings as the car drove up a long driveway, passing multiple cars that were already parked. This modern building was in a very odd location, surrounded by small buildings, and strange men guarding all around. Something was sketchy about this...

"Who do all of these cars belong to?" I normally wouldn't ask questions to him in fear of being hurt, but he seemed to be in a good mood today, and I had built up some confidence with Lorenzo.

He completely ignored my question, and almost dragged me out of the car when we finally reached the top of the driveway. "I can walk" I snapped at him, shaking his arm off my shoulder where he had been slightly pushing me. He grabbed my wrist hard enough that it would definitely leave a bruise, and pulled me towards him, forcing me to face him.

"I don't know how things worked in New York, but when you are here with me you keep your mouth shut unless spoken to." He yelled at me, while tightening his grip on my wrist before throwing it down and walking into the house.

I followed him, ignoring the pain in my wrist.

There were dozens of men standing around the entryway to the house, all armed with guns.

A man approached my father, and looked me up and down, causing me to cross my arms over my chest.

"This her?" He says while licking his lips. The man looked to be 40 years old. I couldn't really tell because he had sunglasses covering most of his face, but either way he disgusted me.

"Correct. Did you transfer the money?" My father asks. I'm just standing here, helpless, listening to my own father sell me to a strange man.  But he had said we moved...was my father living here? What about Kathy?

The man nodded then snapped his fingers which must have signaled some of the men standing around to come seize me. "Get off!" I screamed as they grabbed each of my arms and dragged me from the room.

"Fuck you! All of you!" I yelled at the top of my lungs while being carried downstairs to a dark room.

They finally put me down, but stayed behind me so if I stopped walking they would probably pick me back up or shove me.

We went through a door and I couldn't believe my eyes...

Blinding neon lights were shining in every direction, music blasting so loud it hurt my ears, and the worst part of all; women up on stages dancing around poles.

Each woman's face was covered with some kind of mask, if I had to take a guess they were probably all forced here just like me.

Dozens of men were all surrounding the stages, another dozen surrounding a bar at the back.

Just as I thought it couldn't get any worse, there was a small line at the back that lead to a door with a sign saying "Private Rooms" that was overflowing with men.

"This is disgusting" I spat at the men forcing me to walk, which was responded to with a slap across my face. "Keep your mouth shut." One man demanded me, pushing me through a door into silence from the blasting music.

The room contained a sink, a mirror, a wardrobe set, and one of the face coverings just like all the other girls had.

"Get dressed have your face covered in five minutes, bitch" a man demanded, leaving me in the room alone.

That's when the reality hit me: I was stuck here to be raped and dance for these disgusting men. Nobody was going to save me. Tears escaped my eyes as I fell to the floor and just cried as hard as I could.

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Y'all I really felt so disgusted writing this chapter.... the fact that stuff like this happens in real life is so awful.

Ugh this is so bad but I have had it planned for the story and it's kinda like necessary.

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Sorry this was kinda a shorter chapter...

See you in the next chapter!

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*time to go watch Harry Potter and simp over Draco Malloy ;)*