Chapter 5.

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Michalea’s POV. “Don’t make a scene. You will do what they want or I will turn you over to the men who are looking for you. I know who you are, Michaela. I know what you did and what you took. So play nice or Slade Mitchell will know where you are.” The words echo in my head. f**k! This is not happening. This can’t be happening. All this time, he knew who I was. Delaney knows who I am and has used me for this moment. Why drop the act now? “Shhh, little lioness. Breath little one.” I breathe in the scent that is calming me, yet brings me back to why I am here. Gino is right, I am nothing but a w***e. I have been played for a long time and now everything has bubbled over, all because Delaney wants me to comply. “I have to go.” I say as I pull back and look up at Marco before I look and see both Gino and Luciano looking at me. Luciano is looking at me with sad blue puppy dog eye and Gino? Well, he looks constipated. “Talk to us Raven. What is going on?” Marco asks, and I shake my head. I can’t tell him. If I tell them, they will turn me in. Last I heard, my father issued a huge reward for my return. That was when I first ran. But since then, all has been quiet, or so I thought. I’m so f*****g stupid. I need to leave. I need to grab Samson and run. I can’t be here anymore. I need to find like a cave or something where no one will ever find me again. “Nothing you need to worry about. Give me three days. Let me get my s**t in order and I will come back.” I say as I try to convince them that I will return. Marco looks at me, really looks at me, and I know he can see the lie in my green eyes. I look into the steel-grey eyes of his and he sees it. But he doesn’t call me on it. “Very well. Three days and if you are not here by then. We will hunt you down. But know this little lioness. We are not called The Three Devils for nothing. We will hunt you to the end of the world and bring you back to us. Unless you have nine billon dollars just hanging around and you buy your way out.” Marco says and there I was thinking he was the level-headed one. “I will be back in three days.” I say as I step back. I need to leave. “Ok, three days Raven and we will be watching.” Marco says, and I nod my head and leave the penthouse. My hands are shaking as the elevator makes its descent back downstairs. I clench and unclench my hands and take a few calming breaths to stop the rising panic attack that is working to bring me to my knees. The doors slide open with a ding and I step out to be grabbed and I gasp and try to fight him off. When Delaney shoves me through a door and slams it behind him as he paces in front of the door with his hands in his hair. “Tell me what you agreed to?” He snaps and I jump slightly. This is not who I am. Get it together, Michaela. “A week living with them, doing coupley s**t. Dates, you name it, but I can’t work. I have three days to get my s**t together and then they will come for me.” I say when he stops and looks at me when he strides forward and back hands me across the face and I fall, not expecting it when he grabs my hair and pulls my face up. I feel the blood trickles from the corner of my mouth. When he snarls in my f*****g face. “You will do what they want. I don’t care if they want you to f**k every man in their MCs. You do it with a f*****g smile on your face. Or I will turn you over to Slade.” He says, tugging on my hair tighter, causing me to wince. “Why are you doing this, Delaney? If it’s money, I can give you money.” I say, and he laughs mirthlessly. “You think this is about money? No, it is nothing to do with money. I have liked you from the moment Tony brought you to me. Hell, I f*****g love you! But you never once looked my way. Do you not think it hurts me to see you in the throes of pleasure with other men knowing it should have been me!” He screams in my face and I blink because this is nothing new. I knew he liked me, but I didn’t know his obsession ran that deep. “You know I don’t do that. What I do is because it is my job, Delaney, and you know that.” I say to him when he laughs. “No, would you rather I turn you over to Slade? Or better yet, your daddy? It would seem, Raven, you will be coming closer to the end of your career sooner than expected. Do you know what happens to the women in our industry who piss me off when they age out?” He says, and I nod my head. “Yeah, they live happily ever after.” I say sarcastically when he slaps me again. “Not for you. Whores like you only get one outcome. Slavery, auctioned away in a different kind of auction. To cruel men and women from all over the world. They would pay a small fortune for you. Even if your cunt is used up. There are some deprived people in the underworld and you know it. So don’t test me Michaela. You will let those men do what they want with you and then you will come back to me and I will be your happily ever after.” He says with a sneer and shoves me away. “Clean yourself up. You look like a whore.” He slams out of the room and I sob into my knees. Why is my life like this? What was so bad about wanting to live the life I wanted? What did I take that was so important? Everything I took was mine from my mother. “Nothing was ever resolved by crying. Stand tall. Don’t let them see your vulnerability.” The words of my father ring in my head. “You are a Ricci. The prized tesoro of our family. But that does not mean you are weak.” He would say after I would fail in the lesson, he would teach me. I may be a mafia princess, but my father made sure I could defend myself. A fat lot of good that training did me against Delaney. “Si, papa. I am a Ricci, grazie for the lessons.” I say as I steel my spine and pull my hair over my shoulders. I straighten my dress and lift my chin higher as I walk to the door and open it. I walk into the restroom across from where Delaney dragged me and get to work fixing my makeup and see the bruise that is beginning to blossom on my cheek. “Per ogni segno che mi lasci, Delaney Pritchard, te ne lascerò altri dieci.” (For each mark you leave on me, Delaney Pritchard. I will leave ten more on you.) I say to my reflection as my green eyes brighten and I smirk as I turn and walk out of the restroom and towards the front door of the hotel. I may have run away from home six years ago and tried to leave everything about my old life behind. But it would seem some of it stuck. I need a gun. I am no weak ass b***h. Marco calls me a little lioness. Well, let’s show them just how fierce I can be. To be the mafioso princess I was raised to be. I will not run away. No. I will stand and I will fight. Because no one else will fight for me.
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