a/n: hello everyone i have absolutely no idea on how to do this story's cover. So if any of you have any ideas or any creations. I will be thrilled to make that my cover! Also, another question, do you like seeing Blaze's perspective?
It has been a total of two weeks since I have last seen Blaze and in that time he has become a ghost and is underground. It has been a month since boss gave me this task and I am still nowhere near finding him let alone killing him. In these two weeks, I might as well be eating myself alive with guilt. I had my chance to get out of this.
But I was selfish...
"You had your chance."
He said becoming his wife would get rid of all of this but still, I choose the selfish option. I did not want to become a trophy wife. I didn't want to become my mother... my mother was once so strong and powerful. She was a woman I inspired myself to be. But her being in mafia world daily getting discriminated about how she looked like, how she acted and how she raised us.
She changed.
My father, brothers and uncles do their best to stick up for mum and all of us. But they can't protect our own selves from listening to the toxic truth.
The mafia world changes people sometimes for the better or sometimes for the worse. For women, it is usually for the worse. If you wear a dress you get discriminated for looking too 'sexy'. If you wear a suit or a nice office outfit you are then criticised for being too 'masculine'.
"Morning." Diego came into my room with a plate of food and a glass of orange juice. "Morning D." he smiled coming towards and sitting next to me on my bed. "What are you up too? I haven't seen you lately you have been locking yourself up in your room." I am not sure why but suddenly all I wanted was to be comforted as I cried into my brother's arms. "yeah I have just not been feeling the best."
Lie after lie, I now don't even know what the truth is anymore. But if I am going to start to be honest then the truth is that maybe me killing myself will be the only escape I can get. If I kill myself then I wouldn't need to lie anymore. If I died I wouldn't have to live every day in fear anymore. If I died I wouldn't just be free, everyone would be free. "Angelina." I snapped my head to Diego who was looking at me with a frown.
"what?" I spewed looking at him with confusion. "You didn't hear? I asked if you were actually ok... then you zoned out." Concern was evident in his eyes as he rubbed my hand softly. "Diego I am fine." I smiled, playfully pushing him back. "You better be... I already have to deal with Juan's uptight moody emotional ass. Sometimes I regret being a triplet." I laughed shaking my head.
"so, what are you up today?" I asked taking a bite of my toast. "well today Papa is going to a meeting. So, me, you, the others and the great grand fart are just going to be chilling at home." I nodded taking in the information. I already knew that my day is going to be spent with fake hope while I track down the missing ghost. "Oh, ok I might chill here and just study." He sighed once again running a hand through his hair. "Angelina?" I looked at him raising an eyebrow puzzled.
"I am always here for you." I kissed his cheek and smiled. "I know D just like I am here for you." Satisfied with my response he left.
In the last two days, Jace has been working and taking orders from Tony. To just make our job harder. So, I am practically on my own now to deal with this self-torture by myself.
Spending an hour on tracking and loose ends has already bought me to my endpoint. I need out, I needed relief. I needed an escape. I don't have Jace right now so I have to help myself. I locked my door before heading out of my bedroom window so I can walk in peace. I didn't want to spend another day, hour, minute, second with false hope. I wanted to do something that could help clear my mind. It wasn't my plan to end up where I did but I eventually found myself walking a deserted bar. The bar had a boxing rink, it only took me a moment to realise that I had walked into an underground fighting ground. But no people were in here which just made this place perfect.
"Sorry, hun we are closed." The bartender had dark blue hair and a chiselled jaw. He was quite handsome and had dark brown warm eyes. "please help a girl out." My voice was hinted with flirtation. It seemed to work because he sighed and put down the glass he was cleaning. "what would you like?" I grinned and sat on the stall placing a hand over my chin as I thought. "Vodka please." He winked before pouring me a shot glass. I was about to give him some money before he captured my hand. "On the house." I smiled gratefully and took the shot in one go. "thanks, I needed that."
He nodded and poured me another before he started wiping the benches. "so, what is a girl like you, trying to get drunk at only 10 am in the morning." I knew that probably looked like an alcoholic. "Let's just say I have a fair bit of stress right now." He nodded wiping the bench as he smirked. "You know you're pretty good at this?" The bartender looked at me with an amused cocky smile. "at what?" he asked humming. I giggled and brushed my hand over his arm. "Bartending you have the whole thing nailed. Letting strangers tell you their life stories and burdens while you only listen while managing your job." He cocked an eyebrow. "the name is Brayden." He extended his hand and I took it. "Angelina." He smiled cutely at me making my heart flutter.
"so, what can I do for you now?" I am not sure why but he actually gave me a warm vibe. I felt content in being in his presence and right now that is exactly what I need. "A coke and rum please and also for you to sit next to me," I said while patting the seat next to me. He proceeded and made us both drinks before sitting down.
"it would be rude of me to turn down such a pretty girl." I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my drink. Enjoying the taste of liquor before letting the coldness run down my throat.
For the next two hours, I spent it with Braydon drinking and talking. It felt nice to wash away all my problems. I knew I would regret it tomorrow but right now I only cared about what was happening in front of me. our conversation was going smoothly before Braydon's phone rang. "Fuck my boss is calling." He looked at me apolitically. I took the message and got up getting my stuff. "It was nice meeting you Braydon here is some money. Hopefully, we will get to see each other again." I quickly walked out the bar trying my best to walk steadily.
Shit, I must've drunk more than I thought. I looked down at my phone frowning as I saw a text message from D.
Hey sis, me and the others went out with a few friends. your door was locked so I just presumed you were sleeping. – D
That sobered me up fast and I took a few gulps of water in case I see my family. I could only imagine how horrified they would be if they saw me drunk out of my wits.
"Well if it isn't for my little princess." I turned around hastily. Tony's dull eyes connected with mine. "Tony." I nodded before he pulled me into an alleyway. "so how is your little manhunt going? Is he dead yet?" I clenched my jaw shoving him away harshly. "Why don't you ask Jace you have basically taken him away from me." I hissed but that was before my face was whipped to the side from a loud slap. "Jace is my servant just as much as you are you, little rat. Therefore, he will help me before he helps you! must I always remind you of your place scum.." I backed away from him folding my arms carefully over my body.
"So I am going to ask you again HAVE YOU KILLED HIM YET?" he yelled in my face letting all colour drain out of me. "N-no not yet he has gone underground." He delivered a heavy kick to my stomach while he pulled my hair. "Maybe me and you should revisit our old training sessions." He kicked me to the ground.
I tried getting up but my mind was clouded from the alcohol in my system. Pushing him off me was useless. Tony may be lean and lanky but he is surprisingly one of the strongest men I have ever met. "Get of me." He smirked at me licking his lips.
My heart rate quickened, was this man going to rape me?
"You know boss said I can't kill you..." He laughed. "But maybe what he doesn't know won't hurt him." He caressed my face lightly putting light kisses on my jaw. "get the fuck off me." My words were cut off as he pressed his hand over my mouth. "I always wondered what your blood would taste like." His eyes were full of lust and in that spare second, I regained all my energy to punch his nose as hard as I could. A loud crunch and curse words sounded through the air. He was reaching for his gun so I didn't take another second of hesitation to run as fast as I can. Although I was running I could still hear his faint yells.
"run while you still can princess. Because when I can I will kill you and everyone you love. 5 more months princess. 5 MONTHS."
One month has gone now five months to go....
Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock....