The Beginning
Dante
"I think you know why I called you here" my dad said, as I entered his office.
"No, I actually don't know why you called me," I said sitting in one of the chairs in front of his desk.
"Well, as you know you're twenty- four and the most feared mafia leader, and you're still not married yet. I want you to married as soon as possible and to give me a heir, so you can continue our family's name," my dad explained.
"I told you, I don't want to get married!" I shouted.
"You have to, and you will do as I say, because I am your father!" He shouted, slamming his hands on his desk, making me flinch.
"Of course, father. Now may I leave?" I asked, trying to calm him down the best I could.
"Yes, you may leave, and I want you to bring me a girl to marry in a week Dante" he said, as I walked out.
As you can see, I always have to listen to my father, whether I want to or not, even though I want nothing to do with marriage because in my eyes is just a waste a time, like how you do you swear your love to someone. I don't believe in love but I have my father to blame for that, he always treated me and my mother horribly. He would train until I felt like collapsing because to him, men never stop fighting and training, because man aren't as weak as woman, which I don't agree. Maybe that's why my mom left his ass, she couldn't put up with his bullshit anymore. She left me with him which I'll never forgive her for it.
I was on my way to my office when one of my men came up to me.
"What is it?" I asked him already frustrated of all the shit that's already happened today.
"We got him." He said with a stern face.
"What? About fucking time!" I shouted before making my way to the basement. I turned on the light to see a man in his mid- fifties, tied to chair, beaten up pretty bad and may I add looks pretty drunk.
"Wake up, asshole!" I said while slapping him across his face.
"Where the hell am I?" He asked, half drunk.
"Where's the five grand you owe me?" He flinched realizing where he was.
"I-um, give me some more time and you'll have it, I swear!" He said while squirming in the ropes.
"Why should I trust you? You told me that five times already, so why should I trust this time? I should just kill you!" I said while pulling my gun out.
"Wait, wait!" He shouted with wide eyes.
"I'm sorry, are you begging now?" I said while a smirk was growing across my face.
"Yes, I'll give you anything you want, just don't kill me!" He was begging for his life at this point.
"And what can you give me?" I asked, my gun still up to his head.
"Boss, he has a daughter around your age, what if you pay him for her?" One of my men said, walking up towards me.
"Oh, you have a daughter?" I said, raising my eyebrow.
"Yes, not that I care or anything," He said while rolling his eyes.
"What?" I asked, making sure I heard him correctly.
"Nothing, I'll give you my daughter to you as payment of my debt!" He said, hoping he'll be let go.
"Deal." I said.
"Now let me go!" He demanded still moving around in the ropes.
"Don't you dare you raise your voice at me!" I said, punching him. "Untie him and let him go. I want your daughter here tomorrow!"
Ella
I woke up to the bright light coming in from my window, I groaned at the new day I just woke up to. I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I washed my face from my fresh bruises. I cleaned the cuts on my wrists and walked into the shower. As I felt the warm water on my tense muscles, I sort of calmed down. I took a deep breath in and excepted the fact that I had woken up to a new day. What is even the point of life anymore? I mean my mother died when I was three and my father started started drinking and drugs. He started abusing me when I was five, fell into depression at fourteen, and I started cutting myself at eighteen. I am now twenty-one and I never stopped doing so. My dad still comes home drunk every night and blames me for what happened to my mother. My dad won't go to work so I work two jobs to pay the bills. Sometimes being too kind could turn into a weakness.
I stepped out the shower and wrapped a towel around me. I quickly changed and headed downstairs to find my dad bruised on the couch.
"Dad, what happened?" I ask with a concerning look on my face.
I ran up to get him off the couch to heal his wounds, but when I helped him up, he grabbed my wrist which made me wince in pain. He started dragging me out of our house.
"W-Wait, where are we going?" I asked, trying to get myself free from his but he was holding on too tight.
"No questions, now come on!" He shouted, not looking back at me.
"Can you at least let go of my wrists, you're hurting me!" I pleaded.
"Deal with it." He told me while tears welled up in my eyes from the pain.
In about ten minutes we made it to a huge mansion.
"Where are we?" I asked again, hoping he would tell me this time. He ignored me and rang the doorbell. A tall man, with blonde hair and hazel eyes opened the door.
"Come on in and follow me, they're already waiting for you inside." He said as we followed him inside.
Who is they and why do they want me?
