LADY MAFIA🖤
(FROM REVENGE TO AFFECTION)🔥❣️
Genre: Mafia/Action💥💗
Tag: Crime, Romance, Revenge, Fight, Love, Death🍁
By: Vickie Dora 🌻
Chapter 34
(Nightmares)
Jade’s POV
“Wake her up” A voice sounded with echo, more like the room I slept was empty of a being or thing. I felt something cold splash on my shivering body, I gasp, getting off the floor, with my teeths gnashing against each other. I held acket I wore which was already wet with water, closing it around my body.
My eyes flickered open, but was shut almost immediately due to the sharp intensity of light coming from without, it’s rays, finding a way into the little empty room I was kept, making contact with my face.
“Spank her if she isn’t waking up” the voice muttered again, it was that of a female.
“No…no…I’m awake” I voiced out, with my hand up in surrender, while the other cover the Ray of light entering my eyes. Later on a shadow covered it up giving me the access to look up at who my visitors were.
My eyes came in contact with a woman wearing a wicked smirk on her face, her red lipstick contrasted her lips, aiding to her wicked look. I shivered shifting backward, though there was no more space because my back hit the wall. Beside her is a man, huge and tall, he was the one who dealt with my father with his blows before his was finally killed.
The woman bent low to my level, looking me in the eyes, I didn’t break contact, but deep down I was scared. My eyes flickered, my heart thumps harder, my throat dried off leaving no trace of saliva. I was indeed thirsty, but would rather drink my tears than have water from this woman.
“You have finally woken up….hunn” she asked, showing off her single golden tooth. I gulped in, wrapping my arms around my body.
“Why did you kill my parent…why…” I asked, trying to summon courage. I didn’t know why that came out of my mouth, but the fact that I saw my parents killed in front of me is enough trauma.
She laughed out evilly
“Well…because they deserve death…little one” she jab my cheek, but I shifted backward, shoving her hand off. She frown
“Don’t touch me…you are nothing but a b!tch…and just like the way you killed my parents, you will be killed too…don’t touch me” I broke down in tears, spiting on her face. This time her frown escalated to an angry look. She sent a stinging slap across my face, pinning my neck to the wall
“I could have just crush you with the tip of my finger…you idiot…too bad you won my heart.” Her grip soften as she throws me to the ground. I whimpered, sobbing loudly. The death of my parent hurt me really bad.
It tore my heart like a flaming sword, leaving a hole in it.
“I’m gonna take this one…sell the others” she muttered. The man came forward to pull me up, placing me on his shoulder. I was too weak to resist. He walked out of the room, heading to a hall where I met other children of my age, some bounded in chains, half nude or fully clothed.
Some were lying carelessly on the ground, looking lifeless, while others simply sat in groups or alone, wearing a sad look, or crying.
I felt pity for them, and also for myself. I was thinking I was the only one here, but seems like these ones were also taken, and their parents, killed..
The man threw me to the ground, walking into a secret room at the end of the hall. I wonder what is in there.
My eyes roam about the large hall filled with children, ranging from 7 to 12 years of age.
“What are we all doing here…. don’t tell me we have been kidnapped” a blonde girl muttered, looking scared
“I want to go home…my momma” another girl cried out, crying profusely. The murmur continued with each saying their mind with tears in their eyes. I couldn’t speak to anyone, I thought I was the only one without tears until I cited someone sitting at the far end. She was covered with a wrapper, looking worn out. Her eyes held dark circles in it, with large bags underneath it.
Her hair was scattered all over, with blood stains on her hands and feet. She stared coldly into my eyes, like she was going to rip my head off in a second. She was shivering too, but didn’t care much about it.
I think I recognize her now, the girl who pulled the trigger…I think her name is Kyla. My attention was diverter when a girl was dragged out of that secret room, screaming her lungs out. She was holding onto her shoulder, crying at the top of her voice, but was forced to shut up
I was next in line, I wonder what they had done to her. The man who had brought me, came to drag me away, walking towards the room. I looked back at the others, the crying girl,.Kyla, and each of them had this worried look on , except Kyla whose facial expression was cold to the last point
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The door closed showing the room filled with weapons of all kind, ranging from knives, swords, guns and many more. There was a bloody table in the room, a man stood beside it, filing two butchering knives against each other.
“Bring her here…” A voice spoke up. It belongs to another man holding a long iron metal which he had placed in the fire, making it red like brimstone.
He dragged me closer, tightening his grip on my hand, while I struggled to break free
“No…no…don’t place it on me…leave me alone…harghhh” I pleaded, struggling with him, but was held down by the other man. I couldn’t move any longer. He brought the flaming iron closer to my shoulder, I could feel the heat even before it touches my skin.
I felt hell for the first time when it kissed my skin, burning off the upper flesh, while leaving a mark on it, a mark of slavery.
“Arhhhhh…….”
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“Arggh…” I jerked off the bed, trying to calm my hitch breathing after noticing my environment.
Flipping the blanket off, I got down to take a cup of water to calm my nerves. Why will I be having such nightmares again, it’s been 10 years already since the occurrence. Ten years ago, when I began to see hell as a child, in the hands of Luna and other members of the clan, who were her pets.
Ever since then, the scene has been replying itself in my mind, giving me nightmares that I don’t want to have. I h@të remembering my past, it brings lot of pains to my heart. Gulping the last drop of water, I walked back to bed, removing the string of my nightgown to see the mark on my shoulder.
It is still there, every member of the clan that passed through Luna’s training has it. It is the mark of the clan which she gave to all of us, to prevent us from escaping. Whenever we go on missions to steal and tries running away, mingling with the crowd, we will surely be captured and punished
“Jade…Jade” a voice sounded from outside as a knock followed.
I went to open it
“Hey…good morning”.
“Morning… Wiz..what’s up” I asked. He gave a flirty smile
“We are all training together with boss this morning…get ready” he stated,looking down at my dress
“Ok..” I replied,about closing the door, but he beats me to it
“And by the way….you look ..hot” he winked
I looked down at my dress to see it a bit transparent. He would have seen the circles around my te@ta
“Pervert…” I snapped, though playfully, slamming the door to his face
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“Bang..bang” the sound of gunshot could be heard coming out of the training room. Each trainee were positioned in their assigned position with a pistol on their hand. Today’s training is different from the others, this time they are to learn how to handle the gun, mastering how to shoot with target
Evans held the gun with wavering hands, he seem unstable pointing it to the white paper having round circles on it. Sweat tickled down his forehead as he shot his last bullet, hitting the wrong angle
“Füçk this Evans, you need to work on your target. Hold the gun properly, and shoot your target.” The coach yelled from behind were he stood watching him
“Goodness..’m trying…this is so tiring…can’t we get a break from this” Evans muttered, though inwardly but his mouth failed him by letting all out. It was too late to take back his words, he gulped in nevoualy as he watch the coach bounce towards him
“I…I didn’t..mean to say …” A blow landed on his face,shutting him up, another one followed, splitting his lips as he spits out blood. The coach pull him up by his collar, pinning him to the wall, as he snarled at him
“How dare you talk back at me…you wreck thing…huh” he punched him in his stomach as Evans struggled to break free
“I said I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to say that out….”
“Oh…you mean my ear went into your mind to hear what it has in there…ehn…” He snapped, sending another slap across his face. The other trainees watched the scene without interrupting,though there were silent murmurs among them.
“d@mn…stop hitting me” Evans resorted, pushing the coach off. The others gasped. The coach chuckled, dusting his shirt
“You really wanna fight…hunn…come on…come here…fight me…hit me boy…do it” he seethed. Evans struggled to stand, he is already feeling weak from the numerous blows.
“You’re hesitating…come on..haahaa…you really wanna fight..let’s fight. Bring that ugly @$$ forward”
“I can’t do this…I’m sorry…” Coach sent a punch towards his face, which landed him on the ground. He writhe in pain as he tried blocking off other blows coming from the former towards his face. Dragging him up, the coach made sure they maintain eye contact
“Look at me…I am the coach here…so you do what I say, this isn’t that bastard of a father you have, house. This is a clan, you work when you are asked to and not complain. You can’t shoot a gun right…then the broom will replace it” he gritted throwing him to the ground. Evans groaned, he felt like one of his ribs is broken
“Take him to the store room…and make him work his @$$ out” he ordered the others who granted his wish without delay.
“Ba$tard” he cursed watching them pull Evans away, bringing out a stick of cigarettes from his pocket, lighting it and taking a large drag from it..
T.B.C
