Nasty Games: Playing With The Ruthless Mafia

Hatred is one of those emotions that arises when a person loaths you. You despise that person to the point that even the most insignificant actions on their part infuriate you.That person is my father. I abhor him. I am appalled by his brazenness and how he interacts with others. Simply say, I despise him. A part of me wants to love him so badly that I often think about the times in the past when we had a healthy relationship. Still, those happy days never seem to come to my mind anymore because of how cruel he is.He believes that I will follow him simply because I am his child. Oh, hell no, but I bet he wants me to. I owe him that I am for I am now, but he doesn't see me as her daughter at all. He is my father. Even though I should adore him, I don't. I despise him so much.My older brother, Igor, yelled at us, "Bora, get your fat ass over here!" I heaved a sigh and rolled my eyes. "Going!" I yelled before jumping off of my bed and walking to his bedroom.My brother is Igor Huessef

As soon as I walked down the stairs, I made my way to the kitchen. I saw my mother preparing chicken pesto for dinner."Hi, Mom." I walked over to my mother and gave her a peck on the cheek. "Hello, Bora, how was your day?""Fine, mom." I'm sitting on the counter when I say, "Just dad always wants to bud into my personal life like he gives a fuck," which means that he doesn't respect my privacy.In a calm tone, she said, "Get off my counter, you little girl. Your father just wants to be involved in your life. You are her daughter."I love the sound of my mother's voice, especially when she gets angry, and her French and Italian accents come out. However, even when mom is yelling at me, her voice has a calming effect on me. Her voice and eyes, God, her light brown eyes are stunning, as is her hair, but what really stands out about her is her personality. I inherited traits from my mother and father, but my paternal ancestry is more prominent."He had the opportunity to be part of my li

It felt like I'd seen her before.The aura that she was giving me was very familiar. In fact, it gave me the impression that we had already been introduced to each other before.Both the quality of her voice and the look in her eyes left an indelible impression on me. Her reaction to me holding the gun to her head shocked me. She licked it and gave it a kiss. Her actions surprised me. It turned me on, and it wouldn't surprise me in the least if gunplay was something she enjoyed doing in her spare time. She had an aroma that reminded me of vanilla, and it was so alluring that I wished I could put myself into her completely.Once, while she was sneaking around the gym, I saw her. My best friend and personal bodyguard, Zeke, was engaged in combat with me. I was only able to catch a short glance of her, but that was enough for me to recognize her tall stature."It's Connor! Get down here right away." I overheard my dad yelling at something. I heaved a sigh and then made my way downstairs