Engaged To The Wrong Mafia Boss

Elizabeth:

"You're not much of anything, Adam!" My father yelled into the phone. His brows furrowed and his face anxious as he kept looking out the window at a black van parked a few blocks away from our house.

Hanging up on the caller,he drops the phone  and turns to me.

"I'm really sorry ruining the family dinner like this, Princess,but you have to come with me"

He gently grabbed my wrist and pulled me up from the dining table and led me upstairs to his room.

My mother frantically got up from her seat.

"What is it, Honey?" She tries to sound less panicked than she really was.

"Adam Mich"  He said, signalling her to the van  parked outside with a nod.

I followed him without asking questions, trying not to fall as I did.

My father is a police officer dedicated to his job regardless of the danger that looms. Sometimes the danger follows him home, just like this one.

"Stay in here Honey, don't come out unless I call for you and if I don't,find Lance! I love you."  He kissed my forehead and hurriedly closed the door to the closet where he had hid me in.

I heard the door to his room lock twice. I didn't have the chance to say or do anything. I had questions, loads of them.

Straining my ears, I heard voices of people talking in rushed high tones. Arguing. I couldn't hear what the conversation was about,but it sounded tense.

The first sound of a gunshot almost blared my ears.

I clasped my hands over my mouth, trying not to scream against the sound of two more gunshots that followed soon after.

My heart felt like it would burst with all that beating it was doing. My mind raced at the thoughts of who was shot.

The sound of heavy footsteps approaching the room made all the hairs on my body stand on its ends.

The thought of it not being my father terrified me that I started to pray silently.

I peeped through the hole in between the closet doors to at least know my fate as the footsteps became closer.

The door bursts open, a tall, dark haired masculine figure with a tattoo of a viper snake on his right arm, walks in with a gun in hand.

Barely able to breathe now, I could already figure out the fate of my parents–and mine, very soon, as he searched under the bed looking for something.

His face was hard to see,he had his back to me the whole time.

He placed a call, sounding frustrating.

"You said there were three in the house, I can't find the boy!" He barked into the phone.

He was looking for me!. I gasped as quietly as I could with my hands still covering my mouth.

My razor cut blonde hairstyle had confused them into thinking I was a boy.

I slowly backed deeper into the closet.

"I've checked everywhere! The rooms, kitchen, garage,under the bed,the clos–. Damn it! The freakin closet!"

I hear him hang up and slowly turn his steps, laughing hysterically.