Father?

Chapter 8
ANGIE POV
Hot tears poured down from my eyes, here I am; “alive but broken.” Opening my eyes I saw him, don Damien, the father to Robert. His words on the day he gave me this assignment.
Throwback,
February 17,
Location; Las Vegas
“Angie, I’m going to level with you.” Don Damien sighed. His deadly aura filing the room as I trembled on the chair.
I stayed quiet, trying to suppress my thudding heart, the rate at which it beat seems scaring.
“As you’re fully aware ; your father was killed by a useless mafia Lord in the past, I was powerless then. Limited of resources, I will use in avenging his death.” His eyes get glued on me all through his conversations.
“All the attempts to locate him were futile, but no peace for the wicked, as they go not unpunished. I heard he’s in New York currently. ” Immediately he said those words, my eyes flared up in anger as the memories of my father in his pool of blood flooded into my head.
“Guess his current work status,” He said while I tried to ponder, but nothing seems coming in. “A bar owner or a filthy billionaire with underground illegal business.”
“Wrong!” His husky voice said, sending fears to my system, my heart clenches.” he is a gym instructor with no companions.”
“This,” He said sliding a picture across the table in front of me, I sneered, one look at the picture, and I was speechless. His long face, pointed nose, sharp jawline and his pair of vibrant green eyes. His gray hair. “Old man,” I mumbled to myself.
“That’s him, your target. Lure him to me and I will give you a new life to get married to whom you want by setting you free. I will sponsor your wedding.” My eyes widened in surprise at his words, and I was happy. I’m sure he’d see the excitement allover my face.
Like whom wouldn’t want to be free, the mafia world is not like a market or business that you can walk in and out anytime you want. Once you are in, no going out.
When you try to run or walk away; either you get stuck in a cooler with a piece of your body or wrapped up in a body bag.
“After the mission, show me the one you wished to marry.” I swirled my neck to the other side, feeling the aura of Robert gaze on me. His son, the next Don in line.
I stylishly stared at him and I could see through his eyes, jealousy. He doesn’t love seeing me with other men, but he loves torturing me into rough and brutal sex, hands tied to my back, with chains around my neck at.
I flinched out of my haze state when Don Damien said, “fuck him if you have to, charm him into wanting more of you, but don’t fall in love.” He said, with more emphasize on the last words”don’t fall in love!” In his husky voice.
I thought on that, wondering why he would say I shouldn’t fall in love. “Leave!” His voice resounding in my ears, my leg trembled alongside my gritted teeth.
Slowly, I rise from the chair, striding towards the door with my shivering body. My trembling hands finding their grips on the handle of the door. Paused for another of his words, but only the echoes of my thudding heart filled the room.
I have drawn in my breath, pushed the door open as I walked out and have it slammed after me gently.
Only the Don and powerful mafia counterpart are entitled to immunity from roughly decisions. Low wretched being like us only lives at their mercy and with any fucking mistake? Countless bullet piercing through your forehead.
I’m confident he is going to miss me. Since I’m his favorite sex toy. Now I’ll be free from the brutal and rough sex. Although I loved how he’d grind me, but brutal sex is out of the world.
Drilling my pussy for over five hours non-stop unless I faint. Whenever I faint, he would stop, but at the blink of my eyes he’d continue the assaults.
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On the night of February 17,
The buzzing sound of the emergency alarm wakes everyone up. I flinched as my eyes opened forcefully on their own. “Out here, bitches and witches.” The voice yelled, sending fears to my system and to the other girls in the room.
“” “Five minute more, and I find any stinking bitch in there, she is going to be feed to the dog.” I hurriedly drag my feet, sprinting towards the door. I firmed my grip on the handle as I jerked it open such that it almost came off it hinge.
“Down to the basement!” A husky voice had ordered which makes our heart clenches. The basement is not a good place, someone might have committed a taboo and today, the person might end up in a body bag.
On getting to the basement, my gaze gets locked with a beautiful lady whose icy eyes almost seems like mine. I stayed calm with my hands crossed on my chest with my gaze not breaking from her. She sighed sympathetically. A deafening walking step approaches from the top of the basement. The aura keeping the room heated as we tried not to look up.”begin the sentence!” His hoarse voice filled the hall.
“You prodigal by name Hara failed in your mission to lure out a prey but ended up falling in love and not only that, you become pregnant with an enemy. Your judgement is: the fetus in your womb will be forced out and feed to the dogs of Don Damien, and your face will be painted to lure the bee since you failed to lure the prey.”
All mouth awe, I blinked my eyes and pinched my skin several times to check if I wasn’t dreaming. All the time the judgement was being passed, she never flinched but only keep her gaze on me.
She sprinted towards me while I flinched back in fears, “save my seed.” She’d pleaded. “Your father is alive.” She uttered those words, a machete landed at her neck. I stared at her face which was covered with blood, screaming”jeez”
“Pour the honey on her face!” I stared at Robert. Why is he doing this to a pregnant lady? He gives a coy smile at me and I divert my gaze from him. The honey was brought, and her face was decorated with it.
“Angela! Your father is…” These were the words that were going to come out of her mouth before her brain get splattered everywhere. I was jerked back to life by the screaming of those around. Her stomach was ripped apart, bringing the innocent fetus alive.
I shut tight my eyes as the fetus were going to be feed to the dog whose tongues were salivated. “Angie!” My eyes fluttered open as I tried to get my hearing well. “Father?” I stuttered, directing my gaze to his antagonizing face.