Being born into a mafia family wasn't something I was proud of. I hated it. I despised the whole idea of drugs and killing people and that was something I was going to avoid myself from getting involved in even if it meant running away because, from the looks of it, my dad does not seem like he will let me be free and not be the next mafia leader. My father promised me that if I find some girl he's looking for that seems to be hiding her identity then maybe he'll consider the idea and give one of his loyal partners the opportunity.
"So no, 'Good morning', No, 'Hey Dad did you sleep well last night'?", he questioned as he stared at me waiting for a response. I turned around swallowing the last part of my cereal and stared at him blankly. "What?", I questioned in confusion, why on earth would I out of my own mouth utter words that I wouldn't even mean and waste my time for no absolute reason. I abhor and execrate him and he knows that. He's definitely up to something and whatever he ends up doing I definitely know that it will affect me in some way.
"So have you found the girl yet?", he asked another question. This time I answered, "No". "Well, you need to step up and actually begin looking for this girl because without her you and I both know that you will end up being the mafia leader you don't want to be". I clenched my jaw and gritted my teeth, my eyes darkening as he said those disgusting words. How could he? After abandoning me and slapping money on my face as a young kid, he still thinks he has the power to be telling me what to do. He does have that power over me but I didn't want him to know that. I didn't want to look weak and I don't know why I cared whether or not I looked weak in front of him or not. I kissed my teeth, poking my cheek with my tongue and faced him fully and looked at him blankly and as if I was unfazed but inside of me my intestines were jumping in anger and exasperation.
I had absolute enough of him but I couldn't give up now, not when things were just beginning to become right. I smiled widely showing my teeth, looking at him up and down both of my parents looking at me as if I'm some weirdo, but I shrugged it off and ran upstairs.
Elora's pov
I hopped into the car squeezing myself between my members. They looked at me as if I'm a maniac but I shrugged it off and leaned my head against Glinda's shoulder totally ignoring the stares they were giving me. I knew what they wanted but I wasn't going to answer that question right now I was tired and not really myself. In some ways, I felt like this little slumber session I was having was going to help me heal and get prepared and ready for what awaits me.
Next day,
???'S POV,
"Have you found her yet?", "No sir I haven't", I said as I brought my head down too scared to look into his cold, black eyes. "WELL... WHY ARE YOU STILL STANDING HERE GO AND FIND HER NOW!!", he roared in anger as he slammed his clenched fist on the impenetrable wooden table vigorously. My brain stutters for a moment and my eyes take in more light than I expected as I open my once closed eyes.
His face fell faster than a corpse in cement boots. In that instant his skin became greyed, his mouth hung with lips slightly parted and his eyes were as wide as they could stretch as he saw his small, old but petite wife walk into the room.
I run out of the room breathing in and out so forcefully as if I ran a marathon I couldn't believe what I witnessed.
I have to find Elora or Hyerin whatever her name is, I need to...her parents are very desperate and on the verge of losing it all.