Chapter 3

Enigma

(n.) a person that is mysterious, puzzling, or difficult to understand.

Willow's POV

"She is dead."

"What?" He asked as if not believing an inch of what I said. I was never going to use Steven's last name as my own. Ever.

"Willow Salvatori was aborted," I said, and he chuckled as my smile grew.

"Put the games aside," he said, and my smile faded. Games? So, men still tend to underestimate females because they are females?

"I don't do games, Mr. Gallegos. I mean business," I said, and he shook his head and took the phone. He pressed a few buttons and placed the phone on his ear.

"Who is the girl you sent to me?" he asked with his eyes glued to me.

"She said Willow Salvatori is dead," he said after a long pause. "Oh. Okay. I understand. Fine. Okay." He said between pauses and turned to me.

"Did they tell you?" I asked and he pulled out his gun and pointed it at me.

"They said I should roughen you up a little," he said with a smirk on his lips, and I laughed. He raised an eyebrow, and I laughed harder. I do not like to laugh but this is kind of funny.

"A third stupid mafia leader is supposed to roughen me up, Willow Ivy Giovanna?" I asked and his eyes darkened as he removed the safety on the gun. I will finally be with my father.

"You are gonna regret saying that to me," he said, and I smiled before leaning in and making the tip of the gun stay on my forehead. Like the brave girl, my dad raised me to be.

"I have waited for a date with death ever since I turned sixteen. He always set me up. Now, if you have some balls to call him to me then try," I said, and he sighed as his grip on the gun tightened. He pulled the gun away and got up. He grabbed my arm with his right hand while his other hand grabbed my bag. He led us out of the office and to what looked like a bedroom. He threw me in there and left. I rolled my eyes and decided its time I go to bed.

•••••••••the next day•••••••••

I woke up and looked at the watch on the wall. It was five in the morning. I rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I took a shower and made sure it lasted fifteen minutes, I dried myself off and brushed my teeth. I combed my wet hair, didn't have time to dry it.

I walked out of the bathroom and to the bedroom. I went to my bag and took out black undergarments and black yoga pants and a black crop top. I put on my black sneakers and put my hair in a ponytail. I took the gun out of the bag and hid it under the pillows.

I walked out of the room. Once I made it outside, I started jogging around the house.

The house is huge so to me, it counted. I made a stop after circling the house three times. I think I've grown lazy because I would have run five times around the house in less than fifteen minutes.

I went to my car and took my school bag. I headed inside and back to the bedroom. I did my homework and thanked God I managed to finish all three of them even though Geography was the hardest. Why do we need to read the Map when we have GPS? I placed my books back in the bag.

I went to the bathroom and splashed water on my face before heading out. I changed into a navy-blue long-sleeved shirt and black joggers. I took my gun and put it in my bag. I walked out of my room only to bump into Sean.

"Where are you going?" He demanded an answer and I raised an eyebrow. His jaw clenched so I decided to answer.

"School," I stated the obvious and he shook his head slowly.

"You will no longer be attending school. We are getting married today," he said and I shrugged looking at him.

"You don't own me," I stated and he scoffed and grabbed me by my neck. He squeezed and I almost died but he let go and watched as I fell to the ground trying to catch my breath.

"I own you, Willow. You are not attending school, you will be getting married to me. Today," he stated before walking off. I took a few steps backward and placed my hand on my neck. He almost did it. He should have done it and ended my life.

"You better be ready in two hours. The driver will come to pick you up," he said and walked into what looked like his bedroom. I got up and took my bag. I took my gun out and placed it on the waistband of my joggers. I took the bag and went outside to my car. I threw the bag in the back seat and drove away.

I don't know where I am driving to but I didn't care. I stopped in front of a cafe near my school.

I saw an empty spot and parked on it. It was marked with an X but who cares. It's a free country. I took some cash from my bag and got out of the car.

"Hey! Move your car!" Someone yelled at me and I turned around to look at them. It was a car full of teenage boys, one of them being the new boy at school, the one who had been driving girls mad.

"Why would I do that?" I asked playing with my keys.

"That's my parking spot," the boy said and I raised an eyebrow.

"I saw it first," I told him and he chuckled darkly. This is what I hate about these stupid boys. They think they own almost everything in the entire world. But not today. His dominance will not be acknowledged today.

"You better move your damn car before-" I cut him off. I'm not going to have a stupid boy disrespect me.

"Before you what? Go tell your mama?" I mocked and heard him groan. He walked toward me with a baseball bat. I watched as he smashed my car window. He did not just do that.

"Are you gonna move it or do you need more decorations?" He asked and I shook my head and took a step toward him.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" I asked him with a death glare that showed him I wasn't scared and I was ready for war. I slipped my hand behind my back and held onto the gun.

"Who do you think? Lorenzo Caputo is my name princess. Now, move your damn car," he said and I smirked looking at him. I raised my hands in surrender and got inside my car. Maybe it's time I meet with death. He might belong to the Italian mafia. He's got this powerful aura around him.

"One more thing," I said as I started my car. He looked at me with raised eyebrows. I pulled out my gun and started firing at his car. He gasped and I drove off.

His men started following me and I smiled. This is going to be a fun day. I drove in circles before I lost them and headed to the old park that no longer before taking out my phone.

I searched Lorenzo Ca gets visitors. I pulled out a cigarette and lit it before putting the it between my lips. My eyes went wide when I realized Caputo, the number one mafia son whom I had just disrespected.

The youngest son of Amato, leader of the top five mafias. The only clan that had skinned someone alive in front of the police and walked free. I threw the cigarette out through the window and started driving to Steven's house. I parked on the street and ran to the door. I walked in and everyone turned to me.

"Why are you here?" Kimberley asked and I sighed and sat in front of Steven and mom.

"This is still my home too," I stated and she scoffed.

"Not anymore," she replied and I looked at my mom ront of Steven. I was hoping she would put Kimberley in her place for me but she said nothing.

"Why don't we take a vacation?" I asked looking between her and her husband.

"Why don't you ask your husband?" Kimberly asked and I scoffed.

"I think she is in trouble. Out with it," her father said and I sighed. He is like my father figure, right? He would protect me. Right?

"Will you please help me?" I asked nicely and he shook his head. I don't think I am ready to die yet. It was a stupid mistake.

"What kind of help? Did you kill Sean now you want us to bury the body?" He asked and I shook my head.

"It's something to do with the Italian Mafia, I think. And they are gonna kill me," I said and he looked at my mom who had a smirk on her face.

"We all think you deserve to die."