Lily's pov..
Few weeks prior..
"I hate you dad!..how could you cheat on mom!?.." I scream at my father with unrestrained malice oozing out from my voice.
"I did not for fucks sake!.. She's gone already, don't you think I should move on instead of wallowing in regret?" My dad says as he tries to defend himself.
A part of me knows that it's true, and that my father has suffered more than necessary and needs to be happy, but another part of me wants to be selfish. That part clearly winning the internal battle raging in my subconscious.
The thought of calling someone else my 'mother' or seeing my dad having a fun time with another woman makes me infuriated, it fills me with boiling anger threatening to explode out any second.
I know it's a brutal and self-centered thing to do to your own father, but my mom was my everything, the only one who loved me for who I was, my only friend...
I was always lonely and had a hard time socializing because of my family name 'Genovese'. We are apparently an underground Mafia family, one of the strongest in fact.
Notorious for our criminal activity, striking fear in those that hear the name was what we lived by. And as expected, no sane person wants to associate themselves with a Mafia family except other Mafias or the family members themselves.
That's why the only person I could talk freely to, was my mom, but not anymore as she died when I was just 14 years due to a conflict with another Mafia family, 'Gambinos' by name.
That and every more reason why I couldn't stop myself from loathing my father for falling in love with a nasty pretentious gold-digger.
Knowing that this conversation will take me nowhere as my dad is already caught in the toxic webs of, and I quote "love", I stomp my feet angrily and head towards the exit in a desperate act to get away from her, my father and my family.
"Lily, wait a mi-.."
"Vido, leave her...she just needs time to prosses things, she'll be alright." the woman said to my father before he could even finish his sentence.
Well, it's not like I would have stopped anyways as I storm out of our mansion not even bothering to take a car or some guards with me, as I believed it was too much of a hassle and I also didn't want to stay there for even a moment more.
I ran erratically on the streets, looking less sane than I would have liked, unaware of the dangers lurking around me, the 'Gambinos' to be exact.
As you would guess, I was kidnapped by some weaker part of that Mafia family most probably to be used as a tool to obtain respect and scale up in their family's political hierarchy.
After a week of what I would call 'torture', which entailed; little to no food, no mobile phones and most importantly no bathing, from a pretty damsel I turned into an ugly begger.
I frantically hoped that I'd be taken out of this hell hole by my father's men, but as time passed I developed an ominous inkling that: ' no one is coming to save me'.
I then began to set up a not-so-elaborate plan in order to escape, truth be told, I thought I'd be captured once again, as I had no faith in my escape plan, but luckily my captors were drunk from overnight partying and the security was in turn, lax.
I ran wildly till my legs gave out. But because I had no idea in which direction I ran to, I got lost, and the darkness surrounding me didn't help either as I chose the wrong time to escape... night.
I searched for anything or anyone that could be of help to me in my current situation and then I saw a flicker of light. With hope burning in my heart I run towards that light, when I was more than halfway there my legs turned to jelly, a strong sense of weakness over taking me.
Not willing to give up, I fervently crawl to that flicker. After crawling in that direction for quite some time, I bumped into something, raising my gaze I realized that it's a man's leg.
A wave of relief washed over me as i believed that I had finally found a helping hand.
"Huh?... what's this?". The owner of the leg which I bumped into said.
I look carefully towards the face of who I thought to be my savior and saw a roguish looking man holding a nearly half burnt cigar in between his chapped lips, which I assumed to be the source of the flicker I saw previously.
He looked at me as well, his face rapidly displaying varying emotions, ranging from surprise to curiosity to realization and at last...Lust.
"Yo, Sam, Kennedy, come look what we have here". He calls out to two men that I didn't even know were there. A short glimpse at their faces highlightened from the faint light of the moon allowed me realize that my luck has run out.
An exchange of looks between those men was all it took for them to reach the same conclusion.
"I'll go first since I'm the one who found her". The first man says lecherously to his companions.
"Sure thing boss, finders keepers " one of the men says in agreement to what the first man suggested.
The man who was referred to as "boss" reached out towards me as despair clouded my eyes. The thought of killing myself flashed past my mind, quite apparent that I escaped the frying pan and unknowingly jumped into the fire.
"Help!". I scream, hoping there's a person nearby who's willing to help.
Startled by my shout they gasp before relaxing and laughing once more
"This is an abandoned location, no one's going to help you pretty girl". The 'boss' says as he thwarts my last ditch effort to save my self. I tightly shut my eyes resigning to my fate. Unbeknownst to me a swift shadow passes by and knocks him out before moving to the next one. After remaining untouched for a while I skeptically open my eyes only to find two of the three men on the ground and the last one thrusting a knife towards the unknown man which didn't find it's mark, he was also then overpowered by the man and promptly knocked out.
And then the scene of which I won't ever forget; a strange tall hansome young man possessing hair as dark as night and enticing red coloured eyes wearing an awkward smile on his face showcasing his unforgivably white teeth and elongated canines, by far one of the most charming man I'd ever seen.
"Hey... you alright?" He asks before I reluctantly snapped out of my reverie .
"...y-yes, I'm f-fine". For some reason I stammer and fail to talk properly.
"Don't be scared, I won't hurt you". He says, thinking that I'm stammering because he looks dangerous, which was not to far off from the truth.
"What's your name?" He asks curiousity etched onto his handsome face.
"...Lily.." I manage to say and then my eyes conveying my will to know his name as well.
He says " Uhh, hey...I'm Adam."
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