The Lost Mafia Princess

Chapter 35

EVELYN'S POV

You bitch!

I am sure you were out whoring with a boy, weren't you?

Where is our food, you ungrateful bitch??

What else can be expected from such a slut!!

No wonder no one is your friend!!!

You are a mistake!

No one loves you!!

You don't deserve to be loved!!

You don't deserve anything!!

We hate you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I woke up with a scream and started heavily panting due to my nightmare. Jake and Amanda's words were continuously ringing in my head on a loop.

I was gasping for air, but to my dismay I couldn't breath. I was loosing my focus and couldn't see anything.

Suddenly, I felt hands on me and flinching hard at the contact, I shuffled backwards and tried to make myself as small and invisible as possible.

"Please don't hurt me!!"

"I am sorry!!"

"Please it hurts too much!!"

"Please don't touch me!!"

I kept sobbing loudly muttering these words, wanting to get their hands away from me. My hands were on my ears and I was rocking my body back and forth to come back to reality.

All of a sudden, all the hands withdrew back and a pair of arms engulfed me tightly.

I started thrashing trying to get away from them.

"Shh, shh. It is me bambina. I am here. No one will ever hurt you Eve. You are safe with me. Shh shh." a voice reached my ears.

The person who was hugging me, kept muttering sweet nothings in my ear and kept trying to get me to calm down.

Suddenly, it was like a switch flipped in my head and I recognized the scent immediately. I hastily wrapped my arms around him as well and kept sobbing on his shoulder.

He did not break the hug for a long time and kept consoling me.

'It felt good to have someone by my side for the first time..'

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DOMENICO'S POV

I was in my room plotting all the ways I was going to hurt those who hurt my sister. I was going to make them beg for their death.

They would beg for me to kill them, but I wouldn't grant them this liberty. I was going to make their life a living hell. They would regret ever laying a hand on my sister.

I smirked at the thought of torturing them for the rest of their lives.

'My own personal punching bag for whenever I need to take out my frustration.'

As much as I would like to hurt Amanda too for what she did, I won't. We were always taught by mom and dad that no matter what, we wouldn't ever lay a hand on a woman.

But no worries, my mom is no less. She is in fact the scariest one out of all of us when someone pisses her off. And Amanda just made it to the top of her list. My mom is enough for showing the bitch her place.

A loud scream cut off my thoughts. As soon as I heard it, it took me a moment to register that it belonged to my sister.

Sprinting to her room, I came across the most heartbreaking sight I ever had to witness.