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2. It contains mature themes like sexual violence, trauma, rapes, mentions of weapons and illegal drugs, attempted suicide. Therefore, read at your own risk.

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Adriano Enzo Calveti's pov

"Enzo, I've got a lead, and you need to see this. The bastard's opened up another brothel near one of his old warehouses in Palermo just a few months ago and he's forcing young girls and women to earn his filthy money'', Ares, my right hand and best friend, speaks as I enter his room. I had to do this. For someone.

''Stock up, and get to the warehouse right this moment, take cover for a few minutes before moving in to get all the girls and women out safely. And most importantly, I want him alive. You know what to do, I'll be up''. He nods before heading out to get the job done.

5 years since her, the last time I saw her, and I was nothing but a child who could do nothing but cry at the last piece left of her. He would pay and pay for each and every sorrow he had brought upon in her life. Alex Camero, I shall make you pay. Her face haunted me in my dreams each night.

How she called for me when she was being pulled away like a puppet hanging from its strings by his men. And all I could do was replay that video caught on my camera 5 years ago as regret pounced on my heart each moment I realized that I was not there for her, instead accompanying my father, the previous capo, in forming alliances with the Mexican cartel.

As I drove to the only place I found comfort in, I glanced over at an old couple who seemed to be enjoying the calmness they found in the setting of the sun, the little boy who ran to his mother asking for more ice cream from the stall, and the young couple when the man dropped to his knees to tie the laces of his wife's sneakers and then lightly kissing her baby bump. These emotions were not to be felt by a person who worked on the wrong side of the tracks. The mafia and most specifically, the capo.

Dandelions flew in the air as I stepped out of my car grabbing a bottle of whiskey. Yes, the place I found comfort in. Two very important people of my life stared back at me, standing side by side. Aurora Athena and Sophia Marcello. Their gravestones, painted with their names, filling me with regret each time I come here just to torture myself. The torture in which I find comfort as I sit beside them.

I couldn't cry anymore, I felt hollow, like a seed floating in the sea of regret and memories. I tilted the bottle, pouring the burning liquid down my throat until I wasn't sober. My phone rings and for a moment I thought it was Ares. Instead, I declined the call since it was Semira's. After what felt like hours, I left the place with an empty promise that I shall fulfill once I get hold of him. ''I shall make him pay for whatever he did to Sophia and you, madre, I promise''. (mother)

Third Person Pov

Alex approached the mansion and entered its gates as Ares and the men stood in their positions watching his every move. "Bring out the girls and get this show started assholes! I leave for a few hours and this is what you all are up to? Get back to work!".

Suddenly, a slim brunette with nothing but lingerie approached him and spoke seductively. "She's in the back room, master, all yours, but I could give a hand if you wanted. You know she's an amateur and you could use some of m-". She gets cut off as Alex slaps her in the face, sending her on the floor. Grabbing her by the hair, he spat in her face. "Listen you better get your bloody hands off of me before I hand you over to my hungry men!". Anger radiated from his body as he walked away to the back room.

Entering the room, he unstraps his watch and moves to unbutton his pants when a small whimper is heard from the bed in the room. "P-please... p-please, n-no-not today".

"What happened, my princess? Bored since I wasn't here to help you satisfy yourself, hmm? Come on, get on your knees". The petite girl stayed glued to the bed with nothing but underwear on her.

"I said get the fuck up! Don't make me mad. Otherwise, I'll do the other thing that you asked not to''. She hurriedly complied using her bruised mouth to fulfil his pleasure and, after what felt like years, she had satisfied him. Tears ran down her cheeks and her whole body ached with immense pain from what Alex had done the day before. She was deep in her thoughts when Alex slapped her busting her lip. Her already scarred body scratched against the tiles of the floor, drawing out blood.

''I asked you something, my pretty princess'', he hissed. ''I'm s-s-orry master, i-s-is there anything I could do to ask f-for for-forgiveness?'' the petite girl replied, unwillingly out of fear. ''Someone's being a good submissive girl today, isn't she? Even though I want to take you right this moment, I have a role to play, so you're going to stay in this room and not come out unless I tell you to, understood?''

''Yes''.

''Yes, what?'' he questioned. ''Yes master'', she replied. ''Good girl, my good girl. The girl watched his shadow, not daring to look at him even from behind his back as he walked to the door, opened it and then slammed it close. She somehow crawled back to bed and grabbed onto her stomach, which ached with hunger, and her cuts and bruises that needed treatment. But, her captor was Alex Camero. The one who showed no mercy and was far worse than animals. Her skin was pale and her lips cracked from dehydration. This was nothing new. It had been her life for years.

She laid down on the bed despite the ache in her back and in between her legs. ''I miss you ma and pa, I miss the butterflies, ice cream and Ad. I still have to pay you my hugs, but when?'' she sniffled.