GemNoir

“You need my help, Tesoro. You choose. A marriage with me or be torn apart by them” His voice was cool as though this wasn't a matter of life or death.

I didn't want this life. My father had gambled a lot and left me with a lot of enemies and now I needed the help of Don Vincenzo LaRosa who was my high school bully and now the Don of the most powerful mafia family in Italy if I was going to survive it.

It was just a marriage of convenience but I realized something. He wasn't helping me out of a good heart. I had been sold without my permission to him. I was the mafia's pawn.

Sold to the Capo

My hand shook, and I gripped the gun tighter, my knuckles turning white. The weight of the cold metal pressed against my palm, but it was nothing compared to the crushing weight in my chest.

It felt like someone had ripped my heart of of my chest and was gently crushing it so I could feel the pain over.

"No," I rasped, shaking my head violently. "I—I can't."

My father or whatever the fuck he was let out a low chuckle, stepping back as if my torment was some kind of entertainment to him. "Of course you can, sweetheart. You just don't want to."

"Please," I turned to him, my voice cracking. "Please, don't make me do this. Don't—"

Julius sighed dramatically, clicking his tongue as he picked up the blowtorch again. "You're wasting time, princess."

"No," I breathed out in horror. "Please—"

A SHOT