Mafia Lords: On Knees Begging For Her Forgiveness

er wrapping the bed cov

hes. They were ripped and shat

air. It was familiar. The perfume someho

me jump in my place. My heart raced as Pa

rkened, and stared at me from top to to

ng to forget that gaze

ing and unclenching his fist

ached when he growled, "Ge

..." I s

ared, his voice detached

him-he slapped me hard, turning my face t

h, my face was already sore

hair and carried me behind him like a she

and I believe he cleared t

gged, the pain in my

Mama Marcilia-the kind, loving woman who raised me-and was standing b

maybe disgust too, filled her face. She ga

here. All eyes were fixed on me with disgust, fixed

Mama said, "May I ha

a dead glare and turned to leave, foll

Mama Marcilia threw a

id you do this to your family?" she asked, her voi

ther, not letting me speak. Shame was wrap

e a video of myself in that first room. The camera angle didn't show me tr

toshopped, but wi

what I was seeing. I placed my hand over my mouth to

so hard that both of us jumped in fear. Mama Marcellia whispered,

*

knife. Shame wrapped around me, even though I

gate and the bulletproof concrete walls of the Rave

unding his gun on his index as if he was thinking seriously

o the mansion. All under the curious eyes and whispers of the guards an

, while turning his back to me. "You'll stay there until I decide what to do wit

final, his to

I did

Yock, merda," Aunt Miranda hissed, spitting o

eamed at the top of my lungs b

entire life. How was I supposed to survi

other, it was Liana! She's the one who set me up-she's the reason I ende

he mansion at night like a thief, stubido?" Aunt

m down. Gerald has already managed to delete the video from all social media, but it'll ta

he word she was about to say. Lifting her head

ne of Gerald's most

f ice-cold water had be

en used to stab Papa

d.

veryone see

s watch it? Di