Left in a Waiting Game

“Your love is a waiting game,” ~ Banks
When you accept death something inside of you shatters. A piece of humanity. With no moral compass as I began to lose myself.
Most people assume I had a horrifying childhood revolving around violence being Benigno Abandonato’s daughter but I was shielded. I was raised barely experiencing the world of the Mafia. Everything was always sugar coated until three years ago; my bubble popped.
I become a girl I couldn’t recognize. My once unknown name turned into a weapon. Nyx Abandonato and I lost more and more of my humanity each day. Finally I moved out of Italy to London so I could keep the promise to make it to my eighteenth birthday. It may be unbelievable at the age of sixteen I could entice fear out of people but I did.
Now I needed to make these last few months as normal as possible. But luck was never on my side.
London was a pristine place to disappear no one would know me there; a fresh start. But my first night I was kidnapped. I was told I was blessed with meeting Blake Domini and living to tell the tale. I would have preferred to have never been blessed with that curse.
Blake Domini was a twenty-one year old handsome man. Also the leader of the Domini gang that ruthlessly ruled over London.
At first my father wanted me sent back to Italy but during a discussion Blake decided to strike up a deal. Normally the mafia would not make a deal with gangs but this situation was different. The deal stated that I would work with Blake for the time being while his gang provided me protection since I had a knack for finding trouble.
We did not turn into loving relationship because of the deal.
I was to broken to be in a relationship. I was to broken to care if I lived to see the next day. I left Blake in a waiting game. He vowed to figure me out. He vowed to fix me. He vowed to treat me like a princess. But there was a flaw.
He’s no Prince Charming and I was no Cinderella.
So how did he expect us to have a fairytale ending?