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Leaving Home

Her father glared at her, his icy green pupils she had inherited from him, watching her every change of mood. Maya knew she had to be careful with her words.

"I'm sorry, Father, but I wish this would be explained to me."

Before she could finish, he slammed his hand on the table, making her jump in fear. "What do you want to understand? You good for nothing..."

"Alfredo!" Her mother ran to his side and placed both hands on his shoulders. "It's not your fault you have such a selfish daughter!"

Maya swallowed, her heart thudding wildly against her chest. For a moment, she thought he was going to be successful in making a swipe at her.

Her mother settled Alfredo in his seat and rubbed his shoulder. Then she looked at her in disgust. Maya lowered her eyes to the table when her mom ordered angrily, "Guardami!"

Raising her eyes to her brown orbs, the hate in the woman's eyes was deep. Just.

"Just take a look at yourself, Maya. Aren't you ashamed that you can do something to help your family, but you don't want to?" There was silence everywhere, then her tone softened. "How will you feel if we are all killed, Maya? We are talking about Don Damon here."

Maya shuddered. Don Damon, the ruthless leader of the Mafia. Her father was a member, the fifth in rank. Maya had seen the Don just twice, and the second time, she couldn't forget.

Her father had thrown a party, and Don Damon had graced the event.

He hadn't looked like someone to be played with, but somehow she was expected to deliberate with that man?

She looked at Anna's scared face, up at her mother's, and back down at her father's; he looked like he would have a heart attack at any moment. She picked up the pen and signed the papers.

She then pushed it toward her father.

Anna stood up from her chair and hugged the older man, her arm tight around his neck. Blond hair tied in a ponytail reached her shoulders.

"I promised you nothing would happen to you, Anna, didn't I?"

Anna nodded, and he kissed her on the forehead before she returned to her feet. To the two maids waiting behind her, Alfredo ordered, "Commence packing; she's leaving soon."

Maya's head jerked up from her plate. "So soon, Father?"

The old man nodded without remorse. "Don doesn't want to wait any longer; for our sake, we shouldn't keep him waiting. and Maya?"

"Father!"

"Play along; he has to think you committed the crime."

"She can't, even if she tried," Anna boasted, annoyed that her personality would have something to do with her sister.

"I know, princess, it's for your good." he squeezed her hand affectionately. "Maya, this is the first good thing you've done since birth. And I'm so proud of you."

She felt a surge of happiness; for the first time in her life, her father appreciated her. She made up her mind that she was going to make this sacrifice for her family, no matter what it cost. Which wasn't much, she hoped.

But what did he want? She asked herself. Not only did she not read what was written in the contract, but she also wasn't sure of what her sacrifice was going to take. She wanted to take the paper back and read everything in it, but she was scared of what her father would say.

A servant ran into the room, anxious. "Don is here."

Alfredo looked at Anna and her mother. "Both of you leave; do not let the Don see you," he ordered. "Except you, Maya."

She sat down immediately.

Maya felt nervous and, most of all, under-clothed. With all the excitement and fear, her nipples hardened. Her sweat dampened her white clothes, making her body visible under them.

She hugged her shoulders to herself. Soon, Don would be sitting at the head of the table.

She clenched her fist on her gown so tight. Her eyes stuck at the entrance of the dining hall. She could hear footsteps.

The steps drew closer. Then came Don Damon.

His presence was frightening. Though the weather wasn't cold, Maya still trembled. His grey eyes fell on her as she searched for emotion, but his face didn't show any.

He wore a dark blue suit, unbuttoned. The shirt collar folded perfectly. But the shirt had a couple of buttons undone.

Neat but terrifying. Maya thought to herself.

The first thing he saw was the girl staring at him. She was the only one in the hall apart from her father, and he immediately knew she was the offender.

Hate flooded through him.

But he had to admit it. She was beautiful; those green eyes were arresting, even though they quivered most of the time. Surely, from fear. His heart hardened more. She didn't know fear yet.

As his gaze left hers, Maya was distracted by her father struggling out of his seat; finally standing up, she watched him greet the Don respectfully.

The don gazed at her again. Immediately thrown into confusion, she lowered her lashes and bit her lips. Remembering her manners, she rose and genuflected.

"è lei?" Is she the one she heard him ask. His deep baritone taking charge

"Si Capo" yes Boss

She heard him approaching, and he pulled a seat opposite her and settled in. He placed his hand on the table, drumming rhythmically against it.

The girl didn't move. It was like she was frozen in place; he didn't need any more evidence to prove that she had sent the information to the police. The information that had almost cost him something essential. He was going to make her pay for it. No matter what it took from him.

But first things first, he picked up the paper in front of him, and seeing her signature, he smiled. It was done then. He had her life in his hands.

He looked up at her, stretching his legs as he leaned back in the seat. "Look at me," he ordered.

She didn't budge; standing there, shaking like a leaf, made him angrier. He hated repeating himself, and the earlier the whore knew it, the better for them both.

He stood up, strolled around the table, and stopped before her.

Yank!

He pulled her hair so that she looked up at him, pain hitting her scalp as he gripped it tight.

She winced, biting back her tears. Her hands were on her hair as he yanked her hair down again so that he was looking into her face.

"Sto parlando con te cagna! Guardami!" I'm talking to you Bitch! Look at me!

In pain, she opened her eyes. And when her green met his grey, she knew she had made a mistake signing those papers, for this man was the devil.

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