Mafia Daddy

My eyes blazed with the fire of revenge as I hailed a cab in front of his house. Without a backward glance, I slid into the backseat, my heart racing with anger.

“How could he do this to me?” I muttered, pulling my sunglasses from my bag and placing them on my nose, aware of the driver’s curious glances.

I leaned my head back, my lips parted as heavy gasps came out. Something inside me has shattered, broken. I could not imagine that fate had decided to surprise me with more heartbreaks, I thought I already had enough. 

I was wrong. So fucking wrong. 

Growing up alone, without parents and siblings, I had suffered a lot, but nothing hurt as much as being thought of as a fucking object rather than as a human being.

I rummaged through my purse for my phone and swiped its screen to unlock it. A picture popped up, reminding me of the bitter betrayal of Nathalie. While he was sucking that guy, I took a picture of him, before he noticed my presence there. 

I bit my lips, as much as disgusting and broken as I was earlier to witness the scene live, a flicker of strength burned in my eyes looking at the only evidence I hold against his dark secret.

“Jenny, meet me at the club.” I texted my friend and asked the driver to change the route. 

After bearing all the trauma, I needed to rant it all out in one way or another.

“Hey, babe… what’s up?” Jenny patted my shoulder, cheering in her usual lively voice. But her liveliness evaporated soon, when she noticed many empty glasses in front of me. 

“Fuck, Bella! You drank all of these?” She gasped, walking across to sit on the chair next to me.

“I hope you are not here to lecture me.” I rudely said, while gesturing to the waiter for another shot which was served to me shortly. 

Jenny’s gaze was switching between the glass and me, obviously bewildered to see me drinking heavily. Being my best friend, she’s aware of the fact that I don’t drink much, but when I do. There must be something wrong. 

“Tell me, did you fight with Nathalie?” She began with her guessing game.

“Fight? I fuckin’ broke up with that filthy ass.” I grumbled while drowning another glass. 

Even amidst the loud music playing around, I could hear her gasping. “Dude! Are you serious?” she leaned forward speaking loudly, shock was not even evident on her face but eyes. 

“But you have bills to pay….. You told me…. Oh my God! How… how did it happen?” She raised her hands in the air and then dropped on her thighs, clearly not able to process the shocking news her friend just delivered to her. 

“To hell with the bills. I don’t need his money…. I do not want to see his filthy face ever again…. You know… even his memory makes me vomit on his face.” I spoke, my voice becoming heavy but not more than my chest bearing the weight of his reality. 

“I told you, he’s a cheater, a freakin’ playboy. He was not the kind of guy who can take care of your fragile soul.” She tried to console me but I couldn’t afford to tell her that he was not just a playboy. But a fucking gay. He sleeps with guys. 

“Hmm..” I hummed while gulping down another shot, the countless shots began to show their effects on me. I stumbled and put my head down on the counter. I could feel her hand moving down my back, consoling me. 

Yet my ears had become deaf, I could not hear the loud music. Only his stinging words offered me a huge amount to keep my mouth shut and play the role of his mistress. 

“Heck. I will not forgive myself. Never…” I immediately sat straight and began chanting like it had become the mantra of my life now. 

I got off the chair and started walking with a glass in my hands. My figure is waving and my legs are not supporting my walk. 

“Bella stop!” I heard Jenny cry behind me. But I didn’t listen to her. 

“I am not going to stop tonight.” I sang and then I stumbled, my feet losing their balance. Unfortunately, I hit something or someone, too hard, like a rock. 

The drink splashed out of the glass, drenching the guy into it. I tripped into his arms but luckily managed to escape falling on the floor. 

“Oh, I am... sor….” The words died in my mouth as soon as I pulled myself back, tucking my hair behind my ear I caught a glimpse of the man. 

My eyes went wide, a memory flashed in front of my eyes and it took me hardly a few moments to recognize him. 

He stood there, staring at me with a cold intensity that cut through the alcohol haze clouding my mind. I lifted my head to meet his eyes, ready to apologize. "I’m sor—"

But the words died on my tongue as recognition struck me. It was him—the guy who ruined my cake earlier, tossing it onto the road without a second thought. My expression shifted, and I narrowed my eyes at him, a smirk creeping onto my face.

"Oh, it’s you!" I exclaimed, folding my arms and taking a step back. "How’s the wine stain? A nice little reminder of what a jerk you are, don’t you think?"

He raised an eyebrow, looking unimpressed. "I’d say it was just an accident, but clearly, you’re all about payback tonight."

"Accident?" I scoffed, letting out a bitter laugh. "Like the ‘accident’ where you tossed my fucking cake onto the street? Do you have a thing for ruining other people’s evenings, or was it just my lucky day?"

"Maybe you shouldn’t have been standing in my way," he calmly replied, wiping at his shirt.

"Oh, please." I rolled my eyes, wobbling a bit as I leaned closer to him. "It’s a miracle anyone puts up with you. You strut around like you own the place, with your fancy clothes and smug face… well, now you look just as messy as you act."

"Are you done?" His voice was calm, but his jaw tightened.

I smirked, shrugging. "Not even close. But maybe I’ll spare you… since you’re clearly not worth the trouble." I gave him a dismissive wave and turned away, still feeling the burn of his gaze on my back.

I turned sharply, still fuming, and stumbled right into a solid wall of someone. My breath hitched as I looked up, feeling the warmth of his hand steadying my arm. The world seemed to slow, and for a moment, the noise of the crowd faded away.

I blinked, my anger dissolving into shock as I took in his face, barely inches from mine. My pulse quickened, and my mouth went dry. It can’t be…

He tilted his head slightly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as if he found my reaction amusing—or satisfying.

I took a shaky step back, my heart pounding. "You…"