Love Me Slowly, Mr Mafia Series 1

CHAPTER 1-CELESTINE

Was I going to listen? No.

I knew I was left to fight for myself. Father stood, totally without remorse and he didn't panic a bit despite my fierce and devouring stare.

Maybe I wasn't threatening him enough.

Dropping the gun would leave me no choice other than doing what he’d asked of me—strip naked.

“I'd drop this gun as soon as I leave this place." I said, looking into Father's eyes.

“Cel, listen to him" My younger sister,Lucia cried.

I'd overheard them talking at his office before but, the subject's name was totally different from mine.

If what they actually planned was what they were going to do to me, I was already doomed.

Only escaping this place was going to save me.

I've learnt for 22 good years of being in the Mafia world, that you need to quickly adapt to whatever situation you find yourself in.

“Where do you think you're going??”Father threatened. “Boys!" He called on the men standing at the other end. All his men, all dressed in black suits, moved closer to me.

I calculated where the best exit was and how close they were getting to me.

Of course, I couldn't shoot my own Father.

All I needed was to escape and to do that, I needed to get him —my Father out of my way.

This was a terrible and chaotic atmosphere for me but, I needed to leave at all cost. The party? It already scattered when he shot Liam.

At least, his 60th birthday would forever be the worst night of my life.

It wasn't time for me to ponder on the heartbreak of my Father accepting Luca's offer. I needed to leave…for good.

“Get her!" He commanded and his right hand man, Paolo walked towards me.

Why wasn't he scared of the gun in my hand?

He approached me normally as if he didn't see the gun I held.

"Keep your distance, Pao or else, I will shoot.” I said, tensed by what would happen if he came any inch closer.

Paolo was one skilled man and that earned him his position as my Father's right hand man.

I was no way a match for him and nothing could ever make me one.

Out of fear, I pulled the trigger with my eyes closed and to my biggest surprise……

It wasn't a loaded gun!

Fuck!! The shame wasn't important at that moment. My priority was my escape. My escape from the plan my Father had for me.

Father laughed hysterically while he stood,unbothered.

What was I going to do?

Paolo had already come closer and nothing could help me if I didn't take a step right at that second.

I glanced at the exit, knowing well not to give them suspicion about my attempted escape.

Paolo was before the exit.

I ran towards him as though I was aiming to punch his face. That way, he already had his guard up— to attack me and I was distracting him from ever catching me.

As I moved closer, I bent and passed beneath his already-thrown arm. It was the arm he'd thrown to give me a punch.

I ran out of the large hall, leaving a red-faced Father, half-dead sister and whatever Mother with the Luca Cassano himself, looking as calm as anything.

Paolo crashed into Father and his men.

“Go after her! Bring her back to me!’ I could hear Father's voice from a distance as I ran as fast as my legs could carry me..

I hadn't covered much distance, it was still within the compound and I was weapon-less. Only 5 men would do the job of taking me back to him.

No, I couldn't let that happen.

I jumped over the large gate that landed one knee on the ground, making me swallow my wince.

They probably had no idea I'd jumped over the gate. If they knew, they'd have come after me.

I pulled my heels and kept running till it was beginning to get dark— everywhere was cloudy already.

I knew I had a chance to escape— this was my chance.

I managed to drag myself into one of the corners of the street down the road.

I wasn't far from them but I was certain, they couldn't find me that easy.

I sat, with my knees in my arms as tears escaped my eyes.

That was a smart one. If I hadn't pulled that act, I'd have been used. I'd have been sold to Cassano Luca, the human trafficker who would definitely use me as one of his whores.

My bruised knee stung as my, probably, salty tears fell on the bruise. My attention was caught to it as I straightened my leg in the dark corner —scared of the unseen as the breeze blew and it was about to rain.

It began to drizzle and there was I, without a shelter or food. The only thing on me was the gown I'd worn for the party.

My hand touched the ring on my finger—it was the promise ring I'd gotten from Liam, last week.

Although he was a liar and a cheat, he never deserved to lose his life that way.

He died because of me.

Quiet sobs escaped my lips as flashbacks of what Father had done to him surfaced in my head.

“He didn't deserve to die like that,” I wailed, as the rain kept pouring.

Why did Father do that to me?

Why did he kill Liam? The poor boy was only trying to defend me—by confronting him.

After sobbing under the rain, I was sleepy and cold.

I shivered, and sobbed that I had runny nostrils already.

Why's today such a bad day for me?

I'd clocked twenty two exactly yesterday and today went worse.

Is this what my new age brought?

I curled in my own arms as the cold entered the pores of my skin.

I realized the night was longer and longer and each time I closed my eyes to sleep, I was hit with the reality that I couldn't escape that far from my Father— The Head Of The Brigos Family.

Our Family was one big Family everyone feared, especially since my Father was one of those addressed as “Capo” meaning " Boss”

Was it Fame? Power? Wealth?

My Father was quite well-off and he had the affluence.

I woke from my sleep when the rain finally stopped and this time, from the corner I hid in, a car was parked opposite.

The urge to sleep disappeared from my eyes as I squinted to see who those men were.

They were Paolo and his men. Their Highlander was parked with it's headlight on. It shone directly at my direction but, thankfully, the wall in front of me shielded me.

Holy Calvary!

How could they come this far? Couldn't they have waited till tomorrow?

The corner was dark and it was behind a house. I sat there, quietly and didn't dare to make a move or to even breathe.

Shivering, I closed my eyes to expect the worst.

“We've searched that other street, Boss and she's no where there” One of the men said in Italian. Loud and clear.

Walking towards the direction I hid myself as though he knew I was hiding there, I didn't know what to do.

Yes, maybe I should just scream. I thought to myself, hearing his heavy footsteps approach me.

I was clueless and tensed.

I'd already opened my mouth to scream when his footsteps stopped.

“Let's leave, boss. He and his men are around this area" One of them said.

What? Who's around?

Who'd that be?

Cazzo! It'd better not be Carlo Moretti.