Resisting my Possessive Mafia Husband

The aunties and uncles and all the other relatives I hadn’t seen in a while stepped away after paying their last tributes to dad. Dressed in black clothes,

I watched each of them bow their heads sadly as they paid their last respects while the rector Miguel had hired spoke about death and the afterlife. 

Before now, I'd never seen much of these aunties or uncles. I used to hear that dad wasn't on good terms with them, but why are they here now?

I also didn't believe the rumors about dad not being on good terms with them because he was the sweetest man I'd ever known.

I’d never met my mom. She died while I was a baby, so my dad remarried my stepmother, Irene. Irene was not the perfect stepmother, but she tried her best to treat me like a distant relative and not as one of her children.

Miguel and Maria, her twins, always bullied me when my dad or their mom weren’t home.

Now that both of them are gone, I know I am about to face the worst moments of my life living without them. Both Miguel and Maria are older than me. I am only twenty-two, while they’re both thirty years old.

Irene passed away last year due to a dreadful illness, and my dad died last week due to an accident. It broke my heart when I heard the news.

“And may he rest peacefully,” the rector finalized solemnly when the last set of my relatives paid their respects and went back to their chairs.

Miguel and Maria were standing on the left side of the seating arrangement. My gut told me they didn’t want to be associated with me, which was fine. I hope I can gain my freedom before they turn me into a slave.

After everyone paid their respects, my relatives started to leave one by one. Dad’s coffin was carefully lowered into the ground before they all left, leaving me alone with the awful twins.

“Well, well, well...” Miguel sang as he approached me slowly from the other side of the seating arrangement. As if on cue, the warm, sunny afternoon suddenly turned gloomy as the dark clouds blocked the sun.

Maria smirked behind her brother as they came to my front. “Guess it’s just us now, dear sister,” Miguel grinned mischievously. 

I tried not to roll my eyes because I didn’t want to provoke him. Miguel is an abusive person, and he’s beaten me a handful of times when dad or Irene went out on a date. I’d cry myself to sleep whenever it happened because I didn’t want dad to hate Miguel, who wasn’t his biological son.

“I’m leaving,” I said, turning my back to head back into the house. 

I’ve always known it’s a mistake to turn your back on your enemy, but I never understood why until now. 

“Not so fast, gremlin,” Maria tutted as she grabbed my hair and pulled with a force hard enough to pull a door off its hinges.

I felt ringing in my ears as my eyes became wet with tears. My scalp started to burn, but Maria didn’t let go of my hair. Instead, she continued to tug and tug until I fell down backwards, landing on my back and facing the twins.

They stared down at me with a pitiful look that I knew wasn’t genuine. 

“Where are you going? I didn’t say you could leave.” Miguel’s expression turned angry.

“With dad gone now, I am now the man of the house, which means that my word goes. You don’t move without my permission. You do not eat, sleep, read, or do anything without my permission!" He shouted like a military commander giving out orders.

“Do you understand me?” He gritted out in a low voice. 

From my angle on the ground, I could see the dark clouds behind his head.

It was as if the universe was trying to tell me that today was the beginning of the worst years of my life. 

Miguel’s eyes were dark with hatred and empty. I’ve never been fond of him, but at that moment, I knew I had every right to despise him.

How could he do this to me when dad had just died? Who did he think he was?

I wanted to shout back at him and tell him to go fuck himself, but I knew I’d only be signing my death warrant if I said that.

He was much older than me, and it would be stupid of me to make any trouble for myself when I had no money or job. Thankfully, I’ve graduated from university, which means I can always apply for a job whenever I regain my freedom, whenever that may be.

“Is he not talking to a cheap human like you?” Maria kicked my rib cage as she hissed.

“Yes, I understand!” I fired back in frustration as hot pain burst from my ribs and scattered around my body. Maria had kicked me with a Louboutin! Those shoes are as hard as rocks. 

There would be a scar on my body by now, I am sure of it. 

Wincing painfully, I turned away from them to massage the affected area. That was a big mistake on my part. As soon as I turned, Maria used the heel of her shoes to poke my thigh. She made sure to add enough pressure, causing the pointed, slender heel to make a small hole in my thigh, making me bleed.

“Ahhhh!” I screamed in anguish as more tears flowed from my eyes.

I heard Miguel laugh. I was blinded by my tears. I couldn’t see, but I could hear how demented and evil his laughter was. I felt the blood trickle from the outside of my thigh to the center and down to my legs. 

Even injection needles didn’t hurt like this. 

“I told you not to move without my permission, gremlin,” Miguel snickered.

I cried silently so as not to provoke them any further. When my eyes couldn't hold any more tears, I opened them to find the twins sitting down and looking down at me with bored expressions.

“Are you done being dramatic?” Maria faked a yawn. She was turning her right hand this way and that, admiring her nails.

My throat was dry, and any slight movement made my ribcage hurt even more, so I didn’t bother to answer. I laid still on the grass and just nodded weakly.

“Good. It’s almost time for dinner, but you won’t be joining us. Use the time to pack the seats into the truck. The driver will be here in the next hour. If you don’t finish before the driver comes, no dinner for you,” Miguel instructed.