[RE-WRITING]
BOOK ONE: HIRANCHAI SERIES
Kamala Ashmore.
Mafia princess of the English mafia and the Donna of the Thailand Mafia.
When Kamala Ashmore was only six months old, she was cruelly taken away from her biological family. As a pure and innoce...
"How was your sleep, bubba?" I asked him. "Fine. I had a dream that I was an assassin," we all look at him. I haven't told him about the mafia or assassins. I keep all knives and guns out of his sight.
"What do you mean by assassin?" Kayden came up next to me and asked him. "Like Black Widow. She destroys the red room and the russian guy." I sigh. Thank God he's referring to Marvel.
"Good. You were referring to a movie. Good." I mumble, taking a banana from the fruit basket. I need something in my system. I peel it and take a bit. I cut some and put it to Ashton's mouth. He opens and I feed him.
"You and I need to talk," I look at Kayden. "Hm? About what?" I look back at Ashton. "Everything." I look back at him confused. What does he mean by everything? For fuck sake. The door opens and in comes the twins and Kento.
"Kenard, take care of Ashton." Kayden said and he nods. What the...? Excuse me, his mother is right here actually! "Kamala, come on." he points his head to the door but I don't move.
"คุณจะต้องคุยกับพ่อของคุณในที่สุดกมลา," I look at Koae. She smiles nodding. I sigh, passing the rest of the banana to Kenard. "Feed it to him." he nods and I stand up, following him out of the kitchen.
T: You will need to speak to your father eventually, Kamala.
We enter Kamnan's office since him and Keanan are at work. He sits behind the desk while I sit in front of it.
He sighs, "Your mother said that the both you talked. You apologised, thank you for doing that." I shrug. "It's not that deep." I say, bouncing my leg up and down. It's not because of anxiety but I feel myself soon getting ticked off.
"We know how you grew up." he tells me and I just nod. "Walter, told us everything. How he wanted to marry you, he wanted to have children with you and how he... umm- assaulted you for two years. From age six-eight." I nod.
"It is true." I have no reason to lie anyway.
"Okay, um- do you want help?" What the fuck? Is he crazy?
"Excuse me?"
"I mean therapy, Kamala. Do you want to start doing therapy or councelling?" I scoff. "No, thank you. I'm fine. Are we done?" I stand up to leave. "You do remember we're your parents, right?" he asks me, standing up. "Your mother and I am your father. You need to respect us more now."
I look at him up and down, "I have not one single memory of you nor your wife." His eyes narrowed down onto me. "I know you are my father but remember, I grew up without one. I don't have one until I accept you as one."
I turn around to leave, "Then what about your mother? Hm?" I paused in my tracks. "She is trying her hardest to get on your good side. She is taking all the disrespect you throw her way! I am also trying my hardest to keep my hands to myself because she told me you will eventually accept us."
I turn around shocked, "So you would lay your hands on me?" he stared at me. "Me?" I smile. "I'm sorry but father or not you need to abide by the rules, Mr Ashmore. Remember, I'm just not your daughter."
I tilt my head looking at him.
"I'm the donna of the Thailand Mafia." I role my eyes at him then open the door. I walk out but mum was stood there. She slapped me across the face making my head turn to the side. My cheek started to stink.
I simply looked at her.
"How dare you! How dare you use that card on your father!" I stare at her. "You have no right, no right at all!" she continues to scream at me. "Koae!" Kayden pulled his wife back. I saw my brothers coming out of the kitchen with Ashton in Kenard's arms.
I can feel my hands starting to shake. I'm trying to hold my anger in right now. I can even feel myself sweating, what the fuck?
"I understand why your angry. I understand why you would hate me but, your father? He has done nothing wrong! Hate me instead! This is my fault!" I can hear my heart beat in my head. My hand keep shaking and I can't breathe properly.
I storm up to her but was pushed back by Kenard. "Kento get her IED injections!" I push him away to try and get to Koae but he throws me over his shoulder. "Let me go! Let me go!" he starts to go up the stairs but my vision become blurry.
Fuck! "Let me fucking go!" I scream, hitting his back and kicking my legs. The next thing I know I was thrown on top of a bed. What... what's going on?
Flashback...
Walter threw on top of his bed.
Why is he acting like this? He was nice now he's being aggressive.
"We're going to have fun tonight, okay?" He starts unbottening his trousers. Wait, why is he doing that? What is that thing? Why does it look weird? Do all men have that? "Happy birthday, Kamala." he smiles, dragging me towards him by my feet.
"W-what are you doing?" I ask him. "We're just going to have fun, okay? Just stay still." he starts to pull my clothes off. "No, I don't want to do this. Let's have fun later." I try to get away from him but he's holding me down.
He's hurting me.
"No, now. It's your birthday after all." Why is he taking off my clothes?! "No! I don't want to do this!" he slaps me across the face and tears start running down my face. Ow, it stings. It hurts.
"Shut up! We're doing this now and for the rest of our lives, so you better get fucking used to it." he forces his lips on mine, gripping my face tightly. It hurts. Everything hurts.
No... no. Stop. Ow, ow.
Ow, ahh!
Flashback over...
I scream booting Kenard away from me. "Kamala!" I get off the bed but end up falling. I crawl into the corner and cry with my legs up against my chest. "Kamala," I look up at Koae sobbing. "Kammy, what's wrong?" she bends down to touch me but I moved away.
It can't happen again. Will it happen again?
Will Walter find me? He's dead, I killed him. He can't come back. No, he can't.
"Mummy?" I look up to see Ashton. My baby, "Bubba, come here." he runs into my arms and I hug him. "Mummy loves you, okay?" He nods, wiping my tears. "I love you too." I felt something prick my neck me, jolt back slightly.
Kayden picked up Ashton away from me making me stand up.
"Give me my son!" I scream but feel my body immediately go weak, almost numb. "Catch her." I feel my eyes roll back and my body falling.
Shit! Shit! Fuck!!
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My phone is completely rubbish. It broke last week and my parents still haven't gotten me a new one. I hope this chapter was good enough.
