Damaged Heir

It was never easy being a woman in the mafia. You are either sold off to be married, Cast out for not being a virgin, or kept to be little servants in the house. Usually, that didn’t entail rape and abuse, but I guess the rules don’t apply to the ones that make them.

Antonio Rossi was in charge of all of us. You may not be affiliated with the mafia but he sure as fuck owned you. Everything you do and say he will know about it. So if you have a dirty little secret. Keep. Your. Mouth. Shut.

Or you’re dead. Just like my mother and just like my father.

Antonio was a friend of my mother’s but everyone knew that deep down he was in love with her. So when he found out that my mother was pregnant with a love child out of wedlock he killed my father and made my mother live with him. Once I was born my mother was given two options. She could either marry Antonio and allow him to father her child or she could be sent away with no family or money only a newborn baby.

My mother wanted out of the mafia mess a while before I was born, she just had no way of that being possible with Antonio constantly having men follow her around. My mother decided that she would rather live broke and homeless than marry a man she doesn’t love and who would put her and her child in danger. And for the very first time that night, Antonio broke his word, he killed my mother and kept me as his little play toy.

At first, it started with me doing chores around his mansion, but one day I forgot to clean the bathroom, and when he came home from a job he wasn’t happy. He hit me for the very first time that night. And he hasn’t stopped since. He hasn’t remained nice about it either, he couldn’t be nice and just hit me, he had to kick me and pull my hair as well. I wanted it all to end. but looking back I should have been thankful that the only thing I was receiving was a beating.

Lying on the floor of the kitchen with blood pooling between my legs and tears slipping down my face, Antonio buckles his belt and zips his pants. At first, he had reasons for what he did to me but as time went on it was just for fun. He enjoyed hurting me and he thought I enjoyed what he did to me. He took the tears as a sign of pleasure. It made him feel strong. But This time he did have a reason.

“Clean this up,” he says “and maybe if you’re good to me tomorrow ill be a little nicer” Antonio crouches down next to my seated body on the floor and smooths my hair with his hand. I know better than to flinch by now, it only made things worse, but I could smell the alcohol on his breath and I could see the red in his eyes, both indicating that he was drunk and had taken some kind of drugs tonight.

I move around on the floor so that I’m on my knees when he grips my face with his hand, his thumb digging painfully into my cheek pulling my face to his. “And never forget who you belong to. If you ever spread your legs for another man again ill kill you” he shoves my face away forcefully and I stumble backward onto my hands.

I knew it was a bad idea and now I was suffering the consequences in more ways than just Antonio. It was supposed to be a one-time thing. A hot sexy man in a suit that matched my sexual attraction toward him. We never got to name bases, even if we had time to get there it’s not like we tried, neither of us was looking for anything long-term and just wanted a night of simple fun and pleasure.

To say the least, we had fun and our pleasure. But what came two days after that fun was what made the decision I will be making later tonight easier. Carrying a child of a man you will never see again in the world of the mafia was a death sentence If you were owned like I was. Most of the staff around the mansion knew the world of hurt that I was in. I was never one to take pity.

I never had anyone that I cared about never loved anyone and was never loved by anyone. I was a nobody in a world of important people in suits and black dresses taking lives to gain power. The majority are men who want higher up on the social triangle but we still have a handful of hateful vicious women who would do anything to get the attention of those with more money.

I had plenty of my own money despite being a prisoner in a mansion surrounded by a gold gate. Antonio was very insistent on me dressing the part and would give me weekly allowances of five grand just to show how much money he had and how much power he held over my head. I had well over five million dollars in a bank account that one of the maids in the Mansion had helped me set up so that once my plan had been completed I would have no money struggles.

Alyssa was the one who put the idea into my head to kill Antonio. three months ago marked the date of Antonio’s final family member being killed because of an Ambush. It’s an unwritten rule in Antonio’s eyes that if a mafia boss is the last in his line then whoever kills him shall take over the throne. No one wanted to challenge him, they all were well aware of his past that included my parents.

so I’m doing what I have to do to protect my baby and myself—seeing those two pink lines put the final nail in the coffin. Or should I say the final bullet in Antonio’s head? cause that’s what Im going to do, Im going to seduce my way into his bedroom and put a gun to his head and pull the trigger.

Antonio walks out of the kitchen and into his bedroom. I slowly stand to prevent myself from slipping on the blood on the floor. I was weaker than I usually was. Maybe if had never gone to that bar with him I would have never met that man and I wouldn’t be in the position I was in right now. Antonio decided to change his punishment this time. He didn’t want to hit me and at first I was relieved. Until he pulled out his knife and held me down as he cut long deep cuts into my inner thighs.

“A man will never want to look at you again” is what he said to me. My legs were wobbly as I walked to my room to grab the gun from my dresser drawer. Alyssa catches sight of me as I stumble into my room leaving a trail of blood behind me. she nods as she turns around and walks in the other direction.

I tuck the gun into the tight waist of the dress that Antonio loves so much and make my way to his bedroom. I knock on his door and straighten my back so I don’t show pain. This wouldn’t work if I showed my pain, Antonio hated when I showed pain and only made it worse when I did.

The door creeps open and a shirtless Antonio appears. “what do you want” he asks while he drags one hand down his hairy beer belly. I bat my eyelashes as I step into the bedroom looking up at him while I cover his hand with my own and move it to the side covering the spot he just had covered with his hand pushing it up until my hand rests on his cheek.

“I’m sorry,” I say looking into his eyes. “ill never do it again.” I drag my hand down his face and onto his neck, standing on my tip toes I tilt my head to kiss him on his cheek.

“your mine,” he says.

“I know, I’m sorry”

I settle back to my feet raising my other hand to hold his face in both my hands. His skin feels like sandpaper underneath my palm but I can’t let that distract me from what’s important.

My baby.

I drag my hands down his face to his chest and I rub up and down before I slowly push him back towards his bed. “you know how you said if I was a good girl you would be nicer to me tomorrow?” I ask as I reach down and start to slowly pull my dress to my waist.

“yeah what about it baby doll?” he says as his eyes trail my legs and land on the bare v resting between them. I stop pulling my dress up as I push him to the bed with his back against the hard mattress and straddle his hips. His hands rest on the back of my ass as I reach for my dress again pulling it up further until I stop.

“Well, there isn’t going to be a tomorrow and I sure as fuck won’t be a good girl,” I say before pulling the gun out from under my dress and pressing it to his forehead. “fuck you” I say. I thought it would have been harder. But as I pull the trigger with no hesitation and blood splatters reach my face all I feel is the weight being lifted off my shoulders.

“When my child asks how much I love them one day I’m gonna tell them enough to kill someone. then I’m gonna teach them how to be strong and fight back from people like you, you sick piece of shit” I say to the bloody lifeless body underneath me

I pull my dress back down around my thighs as I remove myself from his bed and walk out the bedroom door with the gun in my hands. Men are running into the room only to stop in the doorway when they see Antonios Brains blown out on his bed. they turn to me and see the blood on my face and the gun in my hands.

“get rid of the mess please,” I ask

“yes ma’am,” the two men say at the same time

“and tell everyone there’s a new boss around”

They nod and walk into the bedroom. I turn and walk to my bedroom and flop onto my bed after I shower and wash Antonio’s blood off my body. I place a hand over my stomach and speak to my baby for the first time.

“No one will ever hurt you, and if they do their life is in my hands. This is our kingdom now. May those who hurt you suffer in hell”