Hacking For The Italian Mafia Boss

Location:

Atlanta Downtown,

Georgia

Angel broke out in cold sweat, the stack of files she held dropping to the floor.

Her father had killed someone. A powerful woman with strong connections to wipe out the whole city if she felt like it.

Even worse, her dad had hidden the first and the most powerful bomb in the world, Bakuda No. 1 somewhere. All other bombs in the Bakuda series, No. 2 down to no. 8 have been safely detonated but Bakuda No. 1 was more powerful than the other series combined. It was rumored to be as powerful as the atomic bomb.

They were not safe.

People were looking for them to kill them.

Apparently, all that information she had been getting for him were deep mafia secrets. Her dad told her it was research to up her hacking skills and information to make his book seem real.

He was lying.

The sniper gun her dad had asked her about was there. There was also a knife crusted in dry blood wrapped in a pink silk handkerchief that once belonged to her late mum. The two of them were neatly hidden in a box that was leaning on the drawer.

Her mind raced, rapidly jumping into multiple conclusions. One of them was that her dad could have killed her mum, because how would she have disappeared without a trace?

The shrilling silence did nothing to calm her nerves. Her heart was pounding in her chest, she could hear it. The room became hot all of a sudden.

The mafia. Her mum. Her dad was a killer.

They could be here anytime to take her away and kill her dad.

She had read multiple mafia stories of how merciless the bosses are to snitches and murderers. She enjoyed such stories of ruthless bosses so much. Her wicked imagination always pictured those rippling muscles of the boss as he held the offender's throat, squeezing life out of them. She even preferred it if his men impaled the sinner with sharp knives before shooting a hole between the eyes.

That was a book. This was reality.

They were going to squeeze my throat.

They are going to impale Daddy and behead him.

She was feeling suffocated.

She packed the papers and stuffed them into the drawer she found them in. Picking the vacuum up, she left the room, slamming the door behind her and locking it.

She stood in the sitting room and waited. It was 8pm so Dad would be back by any minute.

But what if he has already been taken away?

Lately he had been coming home drenched with sweat and questionable bruise marks and cuts, so he must have had a run in with them.

The doorbell rang shrilly in the silence, making her drop the vacuum cleaner in fright. It shattered into pieces.

What if they were here to get me?

"Angel? It's Daddy. Open the door!"

Kicking the pieces under the couch, she headed to the door but she stepped on a broken piece of the vacuum. Hissing in pain, she unlocked the door and flung it open.

"Young lady, get back here." He said.

She turned to him, staring at him fiercely.

"You've got blood on the floor. What happened?" He said.

She didn't reply. She just sat down on the floor and plucked the piece out of her leg.

"I'll get the first aid" He said and headed to his room.

Soon , he roared her name in anger. She stood up in fright, ignoring the throbbing in her foot.

"Angeline! Did you go to my drawers?" He yelled as he stormed to the sitting room.

Her countenance must have told him something, because he slapped her.

Hard.

And he had never done that before.

He quickly realized his mistake from the fear and disappointment in her eyes. He had sworn never to hit her because of the physical abuse she had been reviewing from her late mum.

But he didn't take it back. He didn't say sorry. He continued to hit her.

"Dad, stop!" She cried.

He paid no heed.

"I told you to never go to my room. I told you not to clean it, that I would do it myself. It's not as if you cleaned it, you just snooped at must drawers. Now I know why your mum always hits you , because you are a stupid, nosy. bitch. A total pain in the ass!" he snarled, hitting her in the face.

Her ears were ringing, her cheeks were buzzing, her body hurt but her heart hurt most of all.

She didn't expect him to talk to her this way.

In a split second, the door was broken with a single bash and four men came into the room. Her dad froze in fear.

"Get up, Mr Morales" one said, pointing the gun at him.

He didn't get up. He held her arm in a vice-like grip.

"I said, get the fuck off her." The man yelled and lunged forward but Mr Morales stood up, shoving Angel up front.

"If you do as much as hurt us, I'll set off the bomb. Bakuda No. 1 is here." He threatened.

The men stopped and looked around before bursting into laughter.

"You think I'm kidding? Here, I'll show you!" Mr Morales said.

"Where is it then?" The man who had been talking since, apparently the leader, said.

"First, you have to let the girl go. After that, I'll take you to where the bomb is, I promise" he said.

"You're full of shit, Morales." He said "you've always fucked us up. The shipments in Tokyo, the drugs in Zimbabwe, the car fleet in Nepal, the jewels in Australia. You've always double-crossed us. What do you say that we would believe now?" He snarled.

"Boss, we are even after the girl anyways. She's his toy to fuck us up" the aide said.

Angel's heart skipped a beat, fear and anger clogging her throat and overshadowing any pain she was feeling.

"The bomb is more important than the girl. All mafia gangs crave to house that power. Believe me, your boss will have your nuts if you leave that out" Mr Morales smiled devilishly.

"Fine. You have a ten second head start, piglet. If I catch you, you're dead meat" the leader said to the frightened girl.

"Run for your life, Angeline. If you stop running, I'll kill you" Mr Morales said, cupping Angel's tear stained cheeks.

Without a word, she ran out of the house, not even grateful that her murderer Daddy had saved her ass. She kept running but the scream she heard made her lose focus and fall.

"He fucked with us, the bomb is in her body! Seize her!"