The CEO of the MÁFIA

The day was rainy, with lots of thunder, and the storm was strong. Luna woke up startled by the sound of firm footsteps near her room. Her aunt had left early for work and wouldn't return until late. It was just her and her uncle at home. She stayed locked in her room every day, as she had finished her studies early because she was very intelligent. She dreamed of going to college but had no money for it, nor was she allowed to work. Under the threat of being assaulted at the first opportunity, Luna remained shut in her room until her aunt returned.

It was safer, and even though she felt hungry and had a strong desire to walk around the house, she stayed there.

She had never tried to tell her aunt what was happening, the fear that consumed her every morning when her aunt left for work, because she was afraid of her reaction. Her aunt was a sweet woman who would never harm anyone; she didn't deserve such disappointment.

Night came, along with Maria, a woman who had been through a lot in life and suffered at the hands of her current husband, but she was strong. She had endured a great deal, especially with the death of her sister, Luna's mother, and had promised to take care of Luna and let no harm come to her. It had been a long time since the man had hurt her, and she truly believed the church had managed to quell the evil that once filled his heart.

Luna walked down the stairs, greeted her aunt, and looked at her uncle. The man stared at her with predatory eyes, which made her feel sick. She just wanted to run away, but she was too hungry to go back to her room. Maria had prepared a great dinner, as the scoundrel didn't even bother to cook, and Luna spent her days secluded. After dinner, Luna washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen. Then she felt a chill. She looked back and saw the man leaning against the table, staring at her. But one detail didn't escape her sharp green eyes-there was a bloodstain on his shirt. Luna froze, unable to move. She took a deep breath and finally spoke: