Mafia Lords: On Knees Begging For Her Forgiveness

I tried to open my eyes as a heavyweight kept pressing on my chest and I couldn't breathe. I thought I was dreaming.

My eyelids faltered open just to see a huge figure looming over me. It took me seconds to realize the situation I was in. There was a man over me-smelled like shit-his heavy disgusting breaths on my bare neck as he was trying to tear off my pants.

I pushed him with all the strength I could muster, forced by the wave of adrenaline. It seems that I took him off guard-he staggered a few steps back. But it was a short-lived victory.

In this bitch black room, I couldn't recognize his facial features. All I could see was his shiny evil eyes.

I screamed desperately, "Help! Someone help me, please."

"Shut up, you little slut." he hissed, slapping my face, and roamed over my bare thighs with his other hand.

When I was about to scream again, he covered my mouth with his dirty hand.

My body was betraying me. I started losing it, and I felt interested. I shook my head from side to side, trying to keep myself alert. I bit down hard on his palm and scratched his face.

My defenses started to crack. I felt something was off with my body. I must be drunk.

More fear surged through my veins as I saw the vicious intentions in his glare-after he yelped, jerking away-despite the dim light that suddenly lingered in the room.

He grabbed me by my hair this time, and I cried out. The room door cracked open just to see a tall figure standing at the doorway, almost blocking the dim light behind him from the corridor.

I felt dizzy, and whatever it was in my blood, it took over me and made my body's temperature unbearable as a beating pulse between my legs stormed. I wanted to take off my pants and bra.

All the tall man said was, "Fuck off!" And that bastard got into his pants and fled after he mumbled in horror, "Il Cattivo!"

Hot masculine body. Hot breaths. And hot kisses. It was all I could remember.

******

An hour earlier:

"Try this, Mila! It will make you relax."

My bestie, Liana, handed me a glass of wine. Her eyes glinted with challenge, and a confident smile was on her rosy-painted lips.

I hoped I could be as relaxed and confident as her.

I scanned the crowded place with my eyes, fearing that maybe one of the Haydens was here. I couldn't imagine their reaction if they saw me at a nightclub. No good. I know.

However, this wasn't my kind of scene.

I wasn't used to loud parties; deafening music, glaring colored lights, and crowded places. It felt inconvenient compared to my quiet world, where my solitude room was crowded with books.

But still, here I was, standing in the middle of it all. Trying to live the first adventure of my life. Even though I started doubting that I'd have any fun while I was anxious and tense.

When I lost my parents at the age of four, Gerald Hayden-The Mafia Lord-my father's best friend, took me in and raised me as one of his own. Surrounded by his three sons, I was pampered like a princess.

"Come on, don't cower. Let's have fun," Liana insisted, pushing the glass of the swirling golden drink into my hands as she moved her body in rhythm following the flow of the loud music.

Tonight, I broke the rules: sneaked out of the mansion, got into a nightclub, and now drank wine.

I had neither friends from school nor from college. I think everyone was avoiding me and afraid to be friends with me because of my family. Who would like to be friends with a mob family's daughter?

The only friend I got was Liana. We even met for the first time today, as I wasn't allowed to get out of the mansion freely. I knew her from an online game.

I hesitated, "Well, I..." Thinking, maybe I shouldn't drink. That would make things out of control, as I wasn't used to alcohol.

"Don't be a child, Mila. You're a grown woman now. You celebrated your eighteenth birthday two days ago. No one has the right to dictate your choices and your freedom anymore."

Her words sank in, hitting a nerve. Even though my foster family was treating me like a princess, they kept me locked in the house. And if I were to go to any place, I'd be followed by a dozen armed guards.

It also turned me into a perfect little doll-quiet, obedient, and always well-behaved. Tonight, however, I wanted to be different.

I wanted to feel the freedom that Liana constantly talked about, even if it was just for a brief time. I wanted to feel alive.

So, this night will be my night of fun, far from blood, guns, and guards.

I lifted the glass to my lips, and Liana shouted in excitement, "Yeah, that's my girl."

Tried to drink it in one gulp, but I was shocked by the sharp burn down my throat. I flinched.

Liana laughed. "Want to dance?" She teased, her voice cutting through the loud music.

Nudged me with her elbow, gesturing with her head to a tall, masculine guy who smiled at me and raised his glass. "That handsome guy has been eyeing you since we got here."

I didn't return his gesture. I wasn't into dancing or flirting.

"It can be your first night tonight." Liana pushed, her eyes shining with excitement, trying to convince me.

I rolled my eyes, I wasn't going to take things to that level, though. And, I don't know why Luca's lazy smile and shiny gaze were pictured in the back of my head. Or, do I know?

"I'm here just for fun, Liana. Not to make some random dude nuke me up."

She smiled mischievously from behind the glass of her wine. Narrowed her eyes and hissed, "Well. We'll see, sweety."

I ignored her weird smile, and as I reached again for my glass, the room tilted. I placed my free hand fingers on the sides of my forehead.

The loud music receded, becoming a dull hum in the background as my head spun.

I darted my gaze towards Liana, but her face was blurred in my eyes.

"Liana ..." I whispered, trying to reach for her, but she took a step back, avoiding my outstretched hand, so my glass slipped from between my fingers and shattered against the floor before I followed it quickly on the hard ground.

The last thing I saw before everything went black was her mischievous smile as she bent down and whispered sweetly, "Sorry, Mila, you haven't got the chance to have fun yet. I didn't think the drug would hit you that fast."

Then, the darkness swallowed me whole.

****

When I woke up, the sunlight was already lingering through the black curtains of an unfamiliar room. In panic. I pulled the black cover off my body just to see that I was naked.

My body ached all over once I saw that it was full of bruises and scratches. And my heart sank from the view of the blood stain on the stain.

The reality hit me. This wasn't a nightmare, it was real.

I'd been raped. Violated.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I tried to remember exactly what happened last night. It was the drink Liana handed me. She must put something in that drink, an aphrodisiac, maybe.

A bitter taste of betrayal cut deeper than any physical pain. She set me up. But why...?

"Why?" I muttered in shock and disbelief.

I clenched the bedsheet sides tightly until my knuckles turned white. I screamed in pain, "Liana, you bitch."

Horror crept into my bloodstream like an ugly snake as pictures of my Papa and my foster brother's angry faces flashed. They must be looking for me now.

With my scratched, trembling hand, I pressed to my aching heart. I rose from the bed and wrapped the bed cover around my bare body, even though I was disgusted by the cover.

I scanned the room for my clothes. They were ripped and shattered everywhere on the ground.

But then I froze; a scent lingered in the air. It was familiar. The perfume somehow reminded me of Luca.

Impossible, Luca had been in Italy for two years now, and not once had he returned.

Hot tears streamed again down my burning cheek. It must be my brain tricking me. My unconscious mind was trying to protect me by thinking of Luca. He had always been my guardian angel.

The cracked sound of the door opening made me freeze. My heart raced as my Papa-my foster father-stormed in, his face pale like a lemon. He froze as well for a second. Then his gaze darkened, and he stared at me from top to toe with fury, disappointment, and disgust.

I was sure I wasn't going to forget that gaze for the rest of my life.

Then he looked away, clenching and unclenching his fists as if he was ready to hit. He had never done it before. His voice was cold and detached when he growled, "Get out before me, now!"

I stammered, "Papa, I..."

"Not another word," he roared in a warning tone, not letting me finish my sentence.

When I didn't make a move-afraid of him-he slapped me hard, turning my face to the side as I stumbled a few steps back. He grabbed my hand and shoved me before him.

He led me to one of the offices on the same floor, which seemed completely cleared out.

Inside the room was Mama Marcilia-the kind, loving woman who raised me-and standing beside her was her youngest son, Ricardo, who was six years older than me. The moment she saw me, shock and disbelief filled her face, and she gasped as she covered her mouth, "Mamma Mia!"

Then she opened her arms, and with shaky steps, I threw myself into her embrace.

After everyone left the room, Mama Marcilia stayed behind, helping me get dressed through her quiet sobs. When she was done, she looked away from my eyes and whispered,

"Why, Mila? Why did you stab us in the back? Why did you do this to your family?"

"I-I didn't..." My sobs came one after another, not letting me speak.

Shame wrapped around me like a suffocating blanket.

Then she pulled out her phone and showed me a video of myself in that first room. The problem was, the camera angle didn't show me trying to fight back or save myself-it didn't even show the attacker's face. The video was photoshopped, but will they believe me?

I looked at her in shock, unable to believe what I was seeing. I placed my hand over my mouth to hold back a scream and whispered, "No... no... no..."

But before I could defend myself, Papa Gerald banged on the door so hard that both of us jumped in fear. Mama Marcellia whispered, "We'll talk at home." Then she spoke out loud, "We're done here."