After generations of men in the Giordano family, the idea of a baby girl was a mere dream.
So when their first and only princess was born, they believed they had found peace.
Finally, the world was extending an olive branch.
She doesn't remember a...
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I'm fucked.
My ribs scream as they take another blow, freezing my brain for a moment before setting my body on fire. I don't even bother spitting the blood out of my mouth as I collapse to the floor, my shoulder smacking against the dark wood.
"Come on, haven't you learned anything all these years?" Bo's voice crack every single rational part in me, sending more shivers to my spine then his fists. He doesn't let me time to reply, not that I would've, and connects his foot to my chin, flying my head back with a loud thud.
I think it's been two days, maybe three. Bo, Elsher, doesn't waste any chance he has to come into this room and remind me the power he has over me. I can't do anything, and he knows it. He knows how my body freeze with just one look from him, with a fucking thought about him.
So, I have to take every single punch, every single kick he sends my way, just because my traitorous body can't function around him. I'm the same eleven year old girl from the orphanage, and I can't do anything about it.
So, yeah. I'd say I'm fucked.
I cough against the pain in my chest, wheezing as I try to push myself up with my palms. My vision is blurry, and I can't tell if it's sweat I feel on my forehead or if it's blood. This is just pathetic
"Still waiting on your brothers to show up, aren't you?" he chuckles, taking a few steps away as he rolls his sleeves up. My knees wobble, but I still push back to lean against the wall.
The fucking wall is my only source of support right now.
"They will." I whisper, trying to convince myself. Maybe if I'll say it enough, I'll actually believe it. By the growing smile on his face, I realize he sees right through me.
"Isn't that cute?" he says, wiping his bloody knuckles with his shirt. "Two days apart and you're already starting to doubt them. Now that's..."
I take my eyes off of him the second they collide with mine. They'll be here. They'll be here. They have to, or else I'm fucking dead.
My brain hurts more than anything as I fight back the dread crawling it's way through my body, trying to think of a way to get out of here on my own. Why the hell aren't they here?
I'm shaken from my thoughts as another one of his fists finds my jaw, reminding me that no matter what mafia they claim my brothers are, right now Elsher holds the power. And he loves it.
I think a few hours pass when the door opens again, breaking the deadly silence in this room. I'm lying on my back, looking at the ceiling while clutching my stomach tightly.
Elsher left a while ago, but all I can seem to do is think about him. Why am I so undeniably weak around him? Why every single one of the walls I have built around myself crumble when those green eyes find mine? Why can't I hold my ground and fight?
