When the Mafia Falls in Love

Angel

"You useless woman!" Aunt Anacleta yelled at me angrily as she pulled my hair, making me grab her hand. I desperately tried to break free from her tight grip on my long hair.

"Auntie, please... it hurts..." I cried, but she continued to pull my hair.

"You'll go with the men coming here later, or I'll give Angelo to them instead. After all, your brother is a boy; they can teach him to beat up and kill people, and he'll definitely grow up to be a criminal- that's what your beloved brother will become if you will not do as I say."

"Please, Auntie, Angelo is still so young. I promised Mom and Dad I would care for and raise him properly." I had to argue because I didn't want my parents to rise from the grave or haunt me for neglecting my only sibling.

"Is this still not over? You've been talking for a while and still can't get her to agree." We looked at my newly arrived uncle, my aunt's lazy husband, who wanted Angelo and me to work for them.

"Where's Angelo?" my aunt asked him, and I looked back and forth between them.

"What do you mean?" I asked in shock, struggling even more despite the pain in my scalp to free myself from her grip, which I eventually did. Unfortunately, a few thousand strands of my hair seemed left in her hand. "Where's my little brother?" I asked again, now looking directly at my uncle.

My lazy uncle smirked before speaking. "I knew this would happen, so I hid him somewhere you won't find. But if you agree, I'll bring him back from wherever I left him."

I wanted to crush this vile old man's face. I couldn't understand why my aunt married him or what she saw in him. He's not even handsome, yet Aunt Anacleta is madly in love with him.

It's good that they didn't have children; otherwise, they might look like him. His bloodline is strong in their family because I've seen his nieces and nephews, and they all look like his siblings, who look just like him. Their faces are as ugly as their terrible personalities.

"Tell me where my brother is, Uncle. Don't involve my innocent little brother in your wickedness."

"You-" my aunt started before she gave me a hard slap, causing my head to snap to the left, and I couldn't help but cry.

"You ungrateful woman! You have no right to speak to us with such harsh words because we took you and your brother in!" my uncle said angrily, quickly closing the distance between us and pulling my hair again.

"Ouch!" It hurt so much because his hands were heavier than my aunt's. He pulled my hair so hard that I had to bend my neck to follow the direction of my head, hoping to lessen the pain. But even then, I still felt like my scalp would tear from the force of his pull.

I used both hands to pry his hand off my hair, but I still couldn't break free.

"You have no right to talk back to us, understand?" Then, my demon of an uncle slapped me repeatedly, and my cheeks became numb from the alternating blows of his big hands after he released my hair.

"How dare you! After we raised you and your brother, this is how you repay us!" my aunt shouted and laughed simultaneously.