SHATTERED

As I grew older, the dream became clearer. It wasn’t just a dream...it was a memory.

A dark, painful moment that haunted my sleep.

My parents were taken from me in the most brutal way. My mother was raped and killed. My father....beheaded right Infront of me.

I was just a baby.

I couldn't remember the face of the man who did it. But one thing was clear: he was part of the Mafia, and his greatest mistake was letting me live.

At fourteen, I was experienced in many ways too mature for my age.

Trained as a submissive sex doll, a seductress and a secret assassin.

My first victim will be a man named Jack Fire, a low-tier Mafia boss who had once made a deal with Lord Vince… and failed him.

Lord Vince said he would be the easiest, so I was to start with him.

Getting him wrapped around my finger wasn’t hard.

And tonight , he took me to an exclusive adult club.

As we approached the club entrance, a huge bouncer at the door raised a hand.

“Sorry. I can’t let her in. She looks way too young.”

I stiffened slightly, covering my frustration with a sweet, shy smile.

My curves had bloomed early, more developed than most girls my age, but tonight, it wasn’t enough.

I should’ve worn heavier makeup.

Then, the second guard behind him suddenly tensed, eyes widening with recognition.

He had clearly recognized Jack Fire.

Without hesitation, he bowed low and yanked his colleague down with him.

“M-my apologies,” he stammered. “Please forgive my colleague. He’s new.”

Jack Fire let out a deep, guttural chuckle. With his 500-pound body weight, it was almost as if the earth trembled.

“Let’s go inside, sweetheart. Daddy’s sorry about these two clowns.”

I gave him my most charming smile and walked in beside him, the two guards still frozen in their bows until we were out of sight.

Inside the club, Mr. Jack led me to an excclusive table and gestured for me to sit.

“Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay, Daddy,” I replied in a sultry tone.

As he walked away, I glanced around, scanning my surroundings.

I pressed the tracker on my necklace, for backup, in case anything went wrong, just like I was instructed.

“Aria? Is that you?”

A voice called.

I looked up, and for a moment, I thought the world stopped.

Daniel.

Emily’s son.

I never thought I would see him again.

Now sixteen, taller and bigger. He’d grown into a handsome teenager. His voice had changed a lot too—but his eyes… his eyes were still the same.

He was wearing a waiter’s uniform, holding a tray of drinks.

He works here? Why?

I blinked.

“Da… Daniel?”

For the first time in years, I felt alive. I felt a real emotion.

Excitement.

“It’s really you, Daniel?”

I asked and stood up from my seat. I was so happy my heart stuttered in my chest.

I had to resist the urge to hug him.

“What are you doing here?” I whispered, stepping closer. “It’s dangerous. What about your mother? Is she okay?”

He frowned and ignored my questions.

His eyes swept over me from head to toe. His expression said it all.

He was disgusted.

“I should be asking you that. What are you wearing, Aria? You look like a slut. You’re only fourteen.”

He whispered back.

I looked down at my outfit.

A low neck sleeveless transparent crop-top with full cleavage on display, down to my slim waist with piercings.

Then the belt design mini skirt that was short enough to expose my butt cheeks.

“You came here with that old man? He’s a known mafia boss. He does unimaginable things to the women he brings with him. And you…”.

He paused and gave me a look again.

“You look like you know that and have been there,too. How long have you been living this gross lifestyle? You’re a disgusting cum bucket, Aria.”

My breath hitched at that last sentence.

Just like that, the heart I thought had died years ago…

Was revived only to be shattered and killed again.

My first and only love saw me as nothing but a disgusting cum bucket.

He was right.

I am, indeed, a disgusting cum bucket.

“Well, well,” came a deep growl from behind him. “What’s the little waiter doing?”

Daniel froze in fear.

My eyes widened.

Oh my god!

Jack Fire!