A Mafia's Dark Desires

Ava's POV"Please don't, I didn't do it, I apologize for everything." I screamed, tears streaming down my cheeks."I don't care; I'm going to sell you and finally get rid of you." The woman I addressed as my mother spat back.I looked into my mother's eyes, searching for a glimmer of regret, a glimmer of sorrow, anything other than anger and disgust.But there was nothing there, no sadness or regret, just pure delusional joy as she watched me beg for help.My own mother was selling me to a cruel and disgusting man.I screamed, kicked, and punched in an attempt to break free from the grasp of two men, but it was futile. When my mother came home, I had withdrawn myself into a corner, knowing that my alcoholic father was not far behind her.We were the perfect family a few years ago; I was still young and innocent.My father had a steady job, and my mother stayed at home to care for me, despite the fact that I was in middle school at the time. We lived in a lovely home, and I remembered

I brushed myself off and looked up at the surface that had just knocked me down, but my eyes widened as I realized it wasn't a "it," but a "him," and that particular "him" didn't appear to be happy.I ignored the man's expression and began to carefully watch him.He was dressed all in black, with a leather jacket around his waist. Even though I could see his arm muscles through his jacket and his shirt was outlining his stomach, I could easily assume he had abs because the rest of his body that was visible was ripped.He had intricate tattoos that ran down his neck, past his shoulders, to his arms, and then to his hands.I swear he had a razor-sharp jawline that could cut my finger.He had a light stubble around his jawline, which defined it even more. I looked up some more, and what I found surprised me.He had the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen; they were an emerald green and could probably pierce through you if you let your guard down for even a second. His eyes were easily the

Ava "s POVI walked into the room, trying to keep my breathing under control.All of the girls who had entered had left. "This is a legitimate interview," I told myself as I sat in the chair across from the older lady who was seated in a large chair behind a desk.She was tall and thin, and she carried herself very high. She was dressed conservatively in a pencil skirt and a suit jacket. She had lovely light brown hair that was tucked behind her head and secured with a diamond clip.She had a few wrinkles around her eyes, her eyes were a beautiful blue, and she looked very familiar, but I couldn't place where or when I had come into contact with such a woman."Ava," she said, softly smiling."Yes, Ms. Jayson," I said, returning the smile and handing her my resume from my purse, which contained all of my information."Oh, I like you; you can call me Veronica" she said as she took the file from me and began reading it.I was already feeling good about this interview because she said she

***************Andrews POV***************Three Years Ago..."You're so pretty, Dalia," I cooed to Dalia, who was in my arms.She just laughed and began to play with my shirt.Dalia was the one blessing God had bestowed upon me; she was my light. Even if I were a bad person, I would never let Dalia see me like that.My father was the leader of our gang, which was known as the largest and most dangerous gang in the United States. I didn't want to be in a gang; all I wanted was a normal high school experience, but as soon as I graduated from high school last year, my father made me his second In command.I've been trained and instructed on what to do when my father hands over the gang to me. I had my first fighting lesson when I was five years old, and I've had two-hour lessons twice a day ever since.My father taught me how to hold a gun and shoot around the age of 14, when I had mastered fighting and defending myself. He agreed to let me get my first tattoo after I hit my first targ

Ava "s POVI rushed Dalia into what appeared to be the kitchen.To say the least, it was enormous; there was an island in the middle of the kitchen with a sink at one end and stools all around it. The counters were black and white marble, and the cabinets were dark grey to match the house's theme.Before we went playing, I took Dalia's hand in mine and asked if she wanted something to eat. I was avoiding Andrew at all costs because I knew he wouldn't try anything with Dalia around.I'm not afraid to defend myself. When I first moved to New York, I looked for a self-defense class, and now I also practice kickboxing. I just didn't want to roundhouse his a$$ on my first day at work.She looked at me and said, "Avaaaaaa, can I have some cream crackers?""Of course, Princess," I said as I looked at her bright eyes and smiling face.Dalia exclaimed, "On the top shelf!"I grumbled as I looked up to where she was pointing, knowing I couldn't reach it but hoping to find a stool somewhere."Sta