Satans Assassin

Sofia's POV

"Shhhhh!, if you make a sound, I promise to pass this knife through your stomach and take it out from your back and nobody will know about it". I flushed my eyes open to the sight of a man touching my cheeks and sliding his hand underneath the silky nightdress I was putting on. He was all dressed up in black, a mask covering his face, with just his eyes and mouth visible. I so much wanted to scream, but the knife he held right at my face, made me do otherwise. 

Oh yes, this has been my life since I was seven years old, and now I'm seventeen and still being taken advantage of because I could not talk to anyone. 

Well, let me introduce myself. I'm Sofia Jones, an only daughter to Lorenzo and Giovani Jones. You might be thinking about what my parents have done about my predicament. But the truth is, they have no idea about what is going on with me. I never told them because I was threatened by these men and I was young and naive back then to know about all that. When I became mature enough, I tried bringing it up on several occasions. They never really cared to listen to me. When I tried talking to my mother about it, believing she might be the one to reason with me but whenever we get into the middle of the conversation, she changes the topic to something else. My father is just a case I don't want to talk about.

You might also want to know how we ended up where we are now. What caused this painful story.

 My father was a wealthy man and a leader of one of the biggest mafia groups in Italy known as the LIONS. No one dares stand in his path unless that person has a death wish. This group was transferred to him by my grandfather before he passed on. My father has been dealing with it successfully over the past years, not until calamity struck us one night when we were having a good family bonding in our home, in the living room, when unknown gunmen barged into our house. 

Everywhere became instantly dark with men in black clothing, who were heavily armed with fire weapons and masks on their faces.

"Lorenzo!Lorenzo!". One of the men whom I guess was the leader of the group, stepped forward with a wicked smirk on his face. 

"You thought you could hide forever! but sorry, today is the chosen day".

I was only seven years old then and I didn't understand what was going on. My father stood in front of the man with shaking hands and sweat running down his body profusely. I could detect the fear in his eyes, something I have never seen before. I mean, the mafia was fearless, but that was not the case with my father at that moment.

"Let's keep it short because I don't have time for long drama. Either you give me access to your possessions or I killed you, your wife, and daughter ". The man said flatly with no emotions on his face.

"W who are you? How the hell did you get into my house? Do you know who I am? I owe you nothing. You better get the fuck out of my house this minute". My father yelled back at the man who looked at him in a daze.

"If I were you, I would do as he says".

One of the armed men spoke from behind. 

"Let him talk, Allessio because this might be his last chance. Lorenzo! Lorenzo Jones, owner of the LION empire. Forget about how I got to know you. I have had my eyes on you. I have my sources. I own this city and no one challenges me." he chuckled and my father froze in his position. My mother has been shedding tears all along, pleading for them to let go and I stood behind her, trying to hide from the wicked people.

 He grabbed the collar of my father's shirt and pulled him outside of the house. One of the men motioned for me and my mother to follow and we did. 

I couldn't believe the scene in front of my eyes. My father gasped in shock.

My father's men were all down lifeless in a pull of blood, some with their brains out, some with no arms, terrified at the sight before me, I let out a scream. 

My mother picked me up from the floor and covered my face in her chest

"So back to business, don't worry about how this happened. It's simple, and the same will happen to you and your family if you don't comply with me". He pointed his gun in front of my father who looked scared. 

"Lorenzo, do something, give them what they want if that will guarantee our survival ".

My mother lamented, still holding me in her hands. My father shook his head in denial. Well, you do not expect him to give out an empire he has worked so hard for just like that.