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Chapter 15 (Beggar)
Chapter 15 (Beggar)
“I thought you finally learned your lesson. Then I get home to find my men dead. YOU KILLED my
fucking men, made me look weak,” Lucca screams.
My face is crusted and swollen from the beating he has given me.
Chains wrapped around my waist, feet, and hands, securing me to a metal chair in this empty
warehouse.
I spit the blood from my mouth, as my one good eye sees Kylie's body lying helplessly on the floor.
“Let her go, Lucca, she has nothing to do with this,” I say to him.
“She helped you, she fucking hid you from me. And to top it all I find out you are fraternizing with my
sworn enemy, your family that turned their back on you. The same family that now has my daughter.”
He grips my hair and I stare into his angry face. I wish he was ugly, I wish he smelled bad and his
breath was rancid but it is not true. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.
He is clean, his beige formal pants and leather shoes don't fit in this warehouse, but his personality
does.
Kylie groans, and as I stare at my monster I know that she doesn't deserve what is going to be done to
her.
Kylie would want me to fight, not give in.
She would want me to stand up to him.
I am not worthless.
Her words harden me, as her second groan of pain well, that angers me to spit in his face.
"She did nothing to you, same like me. we are victims, you are a monster.”
He laughs, letting my head go, and it is that laugh that brings my words to him,
“If you keep her here, the Famiglia would fight, you declare war, the Satan Sniper's would fight and I
would never stop hunting you down. As long as I live you would never see my daughter, you would
never touch her. And with my death you would seal it in blood.”
His face hardens as his cold smile that once chilled my blood now focuses solely on me.
Lucca's fingers that once touched my face and left me falling at his feet in need now grazes my cheek,
“'till death Wife.”
He WALKS off.
“Do with the girl as you want, but leave my wife alone, I have great plans for her.”
The door slams and with it Kylie's fate.
“Don't do this please,” I beg the men as they start pulling her on the floor.
“You should know better than anyone that we don't have a choice,” Marone, Lucca's top soldier says to
me as he comes into my line of vision.
My eyes close not just from the pain but from the hopelessness of even asking.
He is right, I do know better.
Joining the Outfit under Lucca is only by slavery, death, or protection. I learned a long time ago that my
husband has no honor.
Marone like most of them has a family. Families can die.
“Mi dispiace, dolce ragazza.” I am sorry sweet girl.
Marone touches my chin as one would a child.
For the first time in years, since I lost my baby girl a tear slips down my cheek as I listen to Kylie
scream.
“Lo uccidero per questo, poi ti uccidero tutti.” I will kill him for this, then I will kill you all.
“I know Amariya.” Marone whispers as he leaves us alone with these men.
I hear, but I don't have to see it to know what they are doing to her behind me.
I am so sorry Kylie.