The Mafia's Chosen slave

The city of Italy was cold in the morning, as the early morning breeze blew the curtain that sent shivers to the sleeping Jane, who wrapped her blanket tightly as if dreaming of something. "So, he was the traitor among us? we should probably find a suitable punishment for him," Said the most ruthless person among them.

With a lot of anger in his eyes, he removed his gun from his pocket and aimed at all the glass cups lined up perfectly well, before shooting at them. "How dare he try to go against our brotherhood? I trusted him so much," he said with so much disgust.

He spat out saliva on the floor, then used the back of his palm to wipe away his mouth before using his leg to cover it up. "What do you suggest is the most suitable punishment?" he asked his fellow gang.

They murmured some words between themselves, finally one of them spoke out. One of the men in the gang who was well-known as SNAKE, Immediately suggested they cut his hands off. Wow, how did I even know his name was the snake? "Sure that a very good idea." The leader of the gang nodded in approval.

He turned to face the guy, who was thrown forcefully on the floor like a beggar. He gave a satisfactory smile that meant he had won. "Call that girl Jane in here," he commanded. "Yes, sir," one of the gang said bending his head before leavening.

Why was My name being called? That was my name. Immediately I came In, I knelt in front of the boy whose head was bent and was waiting for his fate, this isn't real, right? Why did I have to look at him with such pity? "Give her the ax!" The gang leader commanded. "Cut his arm out, or I kill all of you in the camp." He said with finality.

"No, no, I can't do that!" I objected. "You can't?" He asked. "Get me, two kids!" Did he command? or is he trying to trick me into committing this kind of crime. That I might live to regret.

They came in with the kids. "Why are they here? don't touch them!" I said I moved closer to the kids who were pushed in, I held their hands, hiding them at my back. I kept widening my hands to indicate that, he shouldn't hurt them. "Then do what you were asked to do!" I looked at the boy who was thrown on the floor.

He looked up, staring directly at me. Not knowing what to do. I knelt and started crying. "Please don't let me do this!" I pleaded. Maybe something better please," I begged further making him laugh so hard. He felt he was in full control, yes he was really in control, no doubt. "Okay, marry me!"

I woke up immediately from my sleep. I looked around and felt thankful that I wasn't in such a state. "It was a dream, definitely a dream." I muttered to myself. I touched my eyes, they were tears dripping from them. Wow, it felt real. Why was I there? God, please don't make me fall into such people.

I stood up from bed, not in my usual mood of being cheerful. My body felt weak and tired, not like I did any work at home. According to my mum, I was too young. I got to the living room but nobody was there. It was not usual for my home to be so lonely and quiet on a Sunday morning.

I was about to go to check my parent's room. when the parlor door swing opened. My dad walked in. "Good morning, Daddy," I said Running to wrap my hands around his waist. But he acted scary by pushing me away. it was not his normal way, not to return my greeting. He was always cheerful, happy, and ready to play, instead, he shouted at me.

"What are you still doing here? go call your mother for me!" I was so scared, that I ran upstairs as fast as I could. Shouting my mom's name, tears wailed down my eyes. She must be in the toilet, I thought hard. I locked the door of her bedroom only to see her coming out of the kitchen. "Jane, come and help me in the kitchen," My mum said, I nodded and lifted my face.

"have you been crying?" She asked. "No," I replied. "Ummm, mummy." I called. "what is it?" she asked. "Daddy wants to see you in the parlor now!" I could see the panic in her eyes. "Okay?" she said removing the apron and handing it over to me. "Take this, go cut the onions! I will be back in a few minutes." She said before leaving. why was my daddy this way today? I hurriedly cut the onions and went to peep through the staircase. ***************

"Why are you still here? I taught I made it clear, you should pack your things and leave my house!" Daddy said, without looking at mum in the face. "But I am sorry," I heard my mum say from the stairs. "Sorry?" He asked. Through the little hole in the staircase, I could see my mum go on her knees, holding my dad's leg.

He kicked her hands off his trousers, Making her fall heavily. What was happening there? I was just 9, I didn't know what had happened between them and how to separate my parents. My elder sister wasn't at home but school.

I was in grade 6, I wasn't an adult. I had no say in this. I hid at the staircase, crying so hard, why was mum and daddy fighting? then I heard my daddy say, "Who is the father of Jane and Larey?" I could see the confusion on mum's face.

"What do you mean?" I heard mum scream in between tears. "You are the father, who else?" she asked. My dad dropped some documents on the floor close to my mum. "What is this?" She asked. "You could explain opening that." he said raising his gaze from her. Mum unfold the envelope, while dad faced the wall like he was waiting for something.

I was so scared because daddy and mommy were my only friends. I don't want them fighting. It hurt to see them scream at each other. After mum was done going through the envelope. She laid down on the floor crying her eyes out. "This is wrong.

There must be some mixup somewhere." I heard her scream some words (why me GOD). My dad looked at my mum in disgust and said. "woman! I shouldn't come back and meet you here or you won't like the consequences." did he mean what he said? All that I understood was that daddy wasn't my real papa, Tears wailed more. I ran to the parlor and knelt in front of daddy, tears dropping so hard. "FORGIVE US DADDY!" But he surprised me by kicking my hands off and raged away.