"Get in the fucking car."

"Don't fucking speak to me like that." I spit back. Yeah we just fucked, but he still annoys the hell out of me. If something happened to my little sister all hell will break loose. They told me she would get protection. I don't like liars.

The car ride was fairly 20 minutes, and was silent the entire time. I couldn't get my mind off of what we just did not too long ago, in the bathroom of a boring ass mafia ball. I have never in my twenty three years of life, experienced something like that. I mean, holy shit that man is just- wow.

We pull up to this secluded house that brought little to no attention. I didn't even see it until Alessandro pointed it out. I walk at a fast pace to the door and waste no time knocking on the door. I walk into the room with the lights on and see that its the kitchen.

Scarlett is sitting on the kitchen counter with a first aid beside her, and her arm is stitched up. She's swinging her small legs and I see that she's okay. Her eyes widen at the sight of me I run to her and engulf her in my arms.

"Stasia!" Her small voice yells. She calls me that short for Anastasia. There's about 8 men surrounding us but I don't care. All that matters is that Scarlett is okay.

"Hi pretty girl, I missed you." I whisper in her ear during our hug. I pull back and her hazel eyes are staring back at me with sadness in her eyes.

"You left." Her voice cracks and my heart breaks a little inside.

"I know princess, it's never going to happen again okay? I promise." She's coming back with me and I don't give a fuck what Alessandro has to say. Scarlett's eyes avert to something behind me and when I turn around Alessandro is leaning against the wall with his broad self and watching us with careful eyes. I focus back on Scarlett and she's smiling big now.

"Stasia." She whispers horribly. "I told that man I had a sister for him because he looks all grumpy and lonely all the time." Oh my god, this girl. Wait a minute.

"You've met him before Scarlett?" That prick. Her eyes brighten and she starts to laugh.

"Yeah that's the stupid guy who gave me an apple as a snack and I told him no!" Alessandro walks up to us with laughing a little bit.

"She demanded chocolate or else she was going to untie my shoes." His husky voice rumbles. I would be lying if I said I didn't want him again, right here on the kitchen countertop. I mean april fools, back to Scarlett.

I find myself amused my sister's feistiness. She's like me in many ways.

"I cut myself on accident Stasia but I fixed myself just like you taught me." She smiles big and I examine the stitches on her arm. Our father cut Scarlett on multiple occasions so I taught her how to take care of herself. She did a good job with the stitches but it still hurts me that she even has to know how to stitch herself up. She's mature for a four year old. She turns 5 next month though, that doesn't make it any better but still.

"Good job Scar." I look up at Alessandro. "She's coming with us." I whisper in a stern voice. I walk out the house with Scarlett in my arms before Alessandro can say no. Honestly I can leave right now.

I could leave Alessandro right now and run from him for the rest of my life but why would I do that? Why put Scarlett's life in danger forever? I have to think of something, come up with a plan that will keep us safe. We're going to escape his hold, if not now, soon.

I buckle Scarlett up and go in the passenger seat. Alessandro is still in the house and I think he's yelling. I can't tell.

"Stasia why is he so grumpy all the time?" I turn from my seat and admire her dark brown locks and hazel eyes. I don't know why she seems to care about Alessandro so much.

"Because Scar, he's a bad man and you don't want to make him mad." Her brows furrow and she plays with her hair.

"What will happen if I make him mad?"

"Nothing, because I am here to protect you." I enjoy making him mad. He better not hit Scarlett, I mean he doesn't seem like he will but then again, I don't know the man.

Seconds later, he enters the car. I turn back around in my seat and we drive back home. I don't know why but this is taking longer than when we drove to here.

It's been like 20 minutes and we're still driving. Scarlett has fell asleep and Alessandro has been quiet the entire time.

"Where are we going?" I spoke in an annoyed voice.

"Somewhere." He responded plainly. He was bothered about something, I just don't know what. I decide to not talk to him anymore and not feed into his shitty mood.

"What? Can't annoy the fuck out of me anymore? Too bitchy to speak?" He looks over at me keeping one hand on the steering wheel. I look at him with dangerous eyes and roll my eyes at him as I turn my head to the window.

"Answer me when I speak to you." His deep voice filled the car. I look at him and words just fly out my mouth.

"Or what? What the fuck do you want with me? Why am I still here? Just because we fucked once does not mean I'm your girlfriend or some shit. I was horny, so what!" The car stops and I look behind to see that Scarlett is still sleeping, thank god. Alessandro's knuckles are white from gripping the wheel too hard and he looks at me like he wants to kill me.

"You think I want you? Is that what you think?" His small laugh intimidates me for his next words. "I don't fucking care about you, I'm simply here to make your life a living hell. Yeah you were a good fuck, but that's all you are."

That's all you are.

I would be lying if I said that didn't hurt. It seems to me that, it's all I ever am. Every man in my life has treated me like a whore and I'm starting to think that maybe I am. I'm not going to show Alessandro that I'm hurt. I'm strong, right?

"Fuck you." I turn back to the window and the car starts to move again. What am I doing with my life.

"You can leave. But I will hunt you down and kill you if it's the last thing I do." Why the fuck is he still talking. "Maybe if you didn't kill your father this could've gone differently." Of course it's my fault, it's always my fucking fault.

"Yeah sorry for killing the man who told his own son to rape me, or sorry for killing my dad who use to beat Scarlett for no reason at night. Yeah my fucking bad Alessandro, guess it's my fault for not wanting to live in fear for the rest of my damn life." He pulls in to the house and I get out immediately, grabbing Scarlett from the backseat. I walk towards the house in a fast pace and hear the car door slam shut.

"Anastasia." His voice is stern but I ignore it. I don't ask for pity, I just ask that you understand why I am the way that I am. I don't even know why I just told him all of that, I'm just tired of all this shit. Do I even want to run a fucking mafia? I don't even care anymore.

I set Scarlett down on my bed and tuck her in under the blanket. I take my jacket off and change into my pajamas. I close my door and lock it.

"Stasia are you okay?" Scarlett speaks in a sleepy tone and my heart tugs at the words.

"Of course princess." I give her a reassuring smile. "Go back to sleep Scar." She closes her eyes and resumes her sleep.

I am not okay.

I climb in next to her and let the darkness overcome.

I hope I don't get a nightmare tonight.

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You're begging

I can feel your knees sinking

When did this bed turn into water?

Is it that good?