Mafia Lords: On Knees Begging For Her Forgiveness

ht kept pressing on my chest and I cou

onds to realize the situation I was in. There was a man over me-smelled like shit-

the wave of adrenaline. It seems that I took him off guard-he

recognize his facial features. All

tely, "Help! Someo

d, slapping my face, and roamed over

m again, he covered my mo

rested. I shook my head from side to side, trying to keep myse

. I felt something was off w

intentions in his glare-after he yelped, jerking away-d

oor cracked open just to see a tall figure standing at the door

and made my body's temperature unbearable as a beating pulse

d that bastard got into his pants and fle

reaths. And hot kisses. I

**

ur ea

la! It will m

. Her eyes glinted with challenge, and a co

e as relaxed and

ybe one of the Haydens was here. I couldn't imagine their

s wasn't my

d lights, and crowded places. It felt inconvenient compared to

g to live the first adventure of my life. Even though I starte

Lord-my father's best friend, took me in and raised me as one of hi

g the glass of the swirling golden drink into my hands as she

ked out of the mansion, got into

ne was avoiding me and afraid to be friends with me because of my

first time today, as I wasn't allowed to get out of

I shouldn't drink. That would make things

ebrated your eighteenth birthday two days ago. No one has

treating me like a princess, they kept me locked in the house. And

l-quiet, obedient, and always well-behaved.

nstantly talked about, even if it was just

y night of fun, far from

, and Liana shouted in excite

but I was shocked by the sharp

e?" She teased, her voice cu

ll, masculine guy who smiled at me and raised his glass.

esture. I wasn't into

" Liana pushed, her eyes shining wit

el, though. And, I don't know why Luca's lazy smile and shi

Liana. Not to make some

e glass of her wine. Narrowed her eyes

ain for my glass, the room tilted. I placed my

coming a dull hum in the b

s Liana, but her face w

voiding my outstretched hand, so my glass slipped from between my fingers and

e as she bent down and whispered sweetly, "Sorry, Mila, you haven't got th

rkness swall

*

the black curtains of an unfamiliar room. In panic. I pulle

ull of bruises and scratches. And my heart sank

This wasn't a nigh

raped.

what happened last night. It was the drink Liana handed me.

t deeper than any physical pa

ered in shock

y until my knuckles turned white. I

e as pictures of my Papa and my foster brother's a

heart. I rose from the bed and wrapped the bed cover aro

hes. They were ripped and shat

in the air. It was familiar. The pe

n Italy for two years now,

brain tricking me. My unconscious mind was trying to protect

father-stormed in, his face pale like a lemon. He froze as well for a second. Then his g

ng to forget that gaze

he was ready to hit. He had never done it before. His voice w

red, "Pa

ed in a warning tone, not l

hard, turning my face to the side as I stumbled a few

ces on the same floor, which

her was her youngest son, Ricardo, who was six years older than me. The moment she saw me

and with shaky steps, I th

d, helping me get dressed through her quiet sobs. When s

b us in the back? Why did y

came one after another

und me like a suf

roblem was, the camera angle didn't show me trying to fight back or save myself-it didn

was seeing. I placed my hand over my mouth to hol

so hard that both of us jumped in fear. Mama Marcellia whispered,