Mafia Desire

Chapter 13

Chapter 13 "You were angry both times, and your emotions most likely clouded your judgment; on Friday, you were calm and could read him." Jenny said something that made me reconsider what I had previously thought.

"I mean, I suppose." Shrugging my shoulders, I said.

"Trust your gut; if it tells you he's an awful person, he is; if it tells you he's not, don't trust it." I know it's easier to believe he's a bad person, but don't be too harsh on him." She responded.

My gut told me there was more to him than meets the eye, but what scared me was that he was just a monster with no redeeming qualities.

Jenny left around 4 o'clock, telling me to be safe and to call her if I ever needed her to kill him.

Despite the fact that Jenny and I had consumed nearly all of my pantry, I became extremely hungry around 11 p.m. I was aware that going out at night in New York was extremely dangerous, but my favorite ice cream shop was calling my name. I put on a sweatshirt and sweatpants, threw my hair up in a ponytail, and began walking to the ice cream shop.

The all-night ice cream shop was only four blocks away from my apartment, so the trip would only take about ten minutes. I was walking down the first block when I noticed a buff man following me.

"It's New York; he's probably just following in my footsteps." I was thinking to myself.

On the third block, two more men joined the one who had followed me the previous two blocks.

I began to panic and felt the need to run.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

I came to a halt and ducked into a random alleyway, hoping to hide from them or, at the very least, that they would simply pass through.

I mentally cursed myself as soon as I looked around at the alleyway I had chosen.

At the end of the alleyway, there was a long brick wall. I prayed and prayed that they weren't following me, but when I heard their footsteps getting closer and closer, I knew they were.

I spread my legs, bracing myself for their approach down the alleyway. I positioned myself in the middle of the alleyway, making sure I wasn't too close to the wall; I didn't want to be trapped, but I also wanted to make sure there was enough space for me to observe the three men before they did anything.

The three men turned into the alleyway, staring at me. The man on the left was the smallest, but he was far from small; he was smaller than Andrew but larger than any other man I knew. The man in the middle was the largest of them all; he had tattoos all over his neck and some smaller tattoos on the side of his cheek, and he had followed me three blocks. When I saw him, the man on the right seemed almost friendly. He wasn't as intimidating as the others, but he was still a threat to me.

"Haha, look at this girl, she thinks she can take us." said the man on the left.

"Are you certain she's Andrew's girl?" The one to the right asked.

"Yes, I've seen her go to his mother's house every day and spend the entire day." Look at her; Andrew must have finally found someone who wasn't a jerk." The middle-aged man exclaimed.

"Your gorgeous, sweetheart, why are you with Andrew, I'm sure I could do better in bed." The man on the left winked at me.

What were they on about? I despise Andrew, and he despises me.

"I'm not Andrew's girl, and I'm not sure what you expect from me." I said

"Oh honey, you're lovely, but you're not very smart, are you?" The man in the center stated.

By far the most terrifying of them all was the Man in the Middle. He spoke with such authority, and even when I thought Andrews eyes were bad, his eyes made Andrew's look like angel eyes.

"What exactly do you want?" I spat

"We just need to hurt Andrew, it's nothing personal, honey." the guy in the middle said as he motioned for the guy on the left to hurt me.

As the man on the left approached, I remained firm. He reached for my arm, but I grabbed his arm, twisted it, and kneed him in the chest before bringing his head to my knee and slamming it on my knee. The impact of m y knee to his head had knocked him out, so I shoved him off my leg and looked up to see both men stunned.

The middle man charged at me, swinging his sword. I was never particularly muscular, but my small stature and quick reaction time gave me an advantage. I kicked the back of his knee with his back to me, and when he fell to the ground, I positioned myself in front of him and kicked him in the stomach. He wasn't unconscious, but he was on the ground and didn't appear to be getting up soon.

The last man appeared to be the nicest. I lunged at him, but he was already prepared for me. He grabbed my fist and punched me in the stomach. The wind had been knocked out of me, and I knew I was done. I didn't have the energy to fight another one, and I was struggling to breathe.

"I didn't mean to hurt you; I just wanted it to appear that I did something." He muttered.

"I need you to punch me really hard right now." He explained to me

I was perplexed, but he was giving me a chance to flee. I took a deep breath, gathered my strength, and punched him in the jaw as hard as I could. After hitting his jaw, I could feel the ache in my knuckles.

"Run," he said into my ear.

He didn't have to remind me twice. I bolted from the alleyway as if my life depended on it. Never mind that my life depended on it. I dashed home, entered my apartment, and locked the door behind me. In case they had followed me, I locked myself in the bathroom. I spent three hours in the bathroom gathering my thoughts and calming myself down.

"What exactly did he mean by "Andrew's Girl?"

" What did he mean when he said he'd make Andrew pay?

"Why was Andrew so important that they sent three men to beat up a girl who goes to his house?" I told myself.

He was a Mafia member, but why were they interested in me? I have done nothing.

I needed answers, and I needed to confront Andrew, telling him to leave me out of this nonsense because I will not be hurt because his asshole self can't leave me out of his business.

I didn't leave the bathroom all night because I felt safe there and was too scared to go into my apartment. In the bathtub, I fell asleep.

My alarm went off in the other room in the morning. I knew I had to go to work, not only because it was my job, but also because I needed to figure out what was going on.

I removed my sweatshirt, revealing a large bruise on my stomach. It was purple and black. I inhaled to try to calm my breathing and avoid a panic attack. I hadn't had a bruise like this in 5 years, and I

wasn't strong enough to hold back the tears right now. I let them run down my cheeks as I sobbed uncontrollably.

I gathered myself a few minutes later and decided that I would just have to look like I had gone to hell and back.

I got on the train and was met with a lot of stares; I couldn't even walk to the house because of my bruise. I staggered into the house after passing through the gate.

Emily was the first to notice me. She ran over to me just as I collapsed into her arms.

Ava's POV

"Oh, darling, you look horrible." Emily gasped.

"Can you assist me in getting to the kitchen, Emily? I need some ice." I pleaded

"Of course, give me your arm, darling." She stated

She encircled my waist and I wrapped my arm around her neck. We arrived at the kitchen a few moments later, and I was able to sit on the island counter.

"Here you go, sweetie." As she passed the ice to me.

"I appreciate it, Emily." I said as I took the ice pack from her grasp.

I lifted my shirt to reveal a black and purple bruise. Emily nearly passed out when she saw the bruise.

"Oh, I thought you wanted the ice for your head, honey." Are you all right? It's purple. "What did you do?" She inquired.

I laughed but winced at how much pain it caused.

"II, Emily, nothing." I stumbled over my words, and I didn't need to tell Emily that three men attempted to beat me up because of Andrew.