A Kingpin Love Affair: The Complete series(5)

I watched the coffee drip down the wall and onto the floor. A brown puddle formed on the tiles in my kitchen. I closed my eyes, breathing deeply as I pictured the shards of porcelain flying in every direction when the cup cracked from the force of the throw. It reminded me of life. How it was always right on the edge of breaking.

Would there be any saving me from this?





Chapter Three


Isabella

“Momma!!!”I screamed for her, but it was useless. They were taking me, forcing me to leave.

“You must go, Isabella. It is for the greater good of our family.” My mother insisted, trying to soothe me, trying to make me see the good in what they were making me do. Instead, a scream resonated through me louder than ever before. Tears fell from my eyes, each one a vivid reminder of the pain to come.

“Momma, don’t let them take me... please, don’t let them take me!” I was begging, praying for her to see I needed her, to see the wrong in all of this, to see that I didn’t really have to go.

“Shhhh, child. You must go. This is for your family. Don’t you want to do what is right for your family?” She scolded me like a child, her tone angry. How could she be angry at me for not wanting to leave? I didn’t want to disappoint her, but I knew if they took me I would die, or worse yet, I would be used, broken, and thrown to the side like garbage once this was all over.

“Is it a deal or not?” the large man at the edge of the table demanded. He was an evil man. I could see the hate and suffering I would endure just from looking into his eyes.

“It is,” my mother said, her words finalizing my death. She didn’t even bother to give me a backward glance. Another scream erupted from my mouth and echoed through the room. My throat grew more coarse with each scream as I dug my fingernails into the flesh of my palms.

“You can’t do this. Don’t let them take me, Momma! Don’t let them, please...” I begged. My mother’s face stayed trained on the floor, unmoving and uncaring. Anger made its way to me. How could she?

“How could you do this? How could you do this to me?!” I demanded.

The large man who had made the deal with my family got up, scraping his chair across the floor loudly. I continued to bellow. My cries filled the room, completely uncaring of who he was or who any of these people was. None of it mattered to me. I was good as dead anyway.

“If you listen, Isabella, they will not hurt you. A deal is a deal…” The man tried to soothe me with his voice, but it just caused my stomach to roll. He smelt of sweat and smoke. I didn’t want to go. I wouldn’t.

“They will hurt me. You’re lying to me. You’re nothing but a liar!!” I screamed at him. Tears continued to fall from my eyes. I didn’t care if it portrayed me as weak in the eyes of those who were going to break me down and kill me. All I cared about was in this defining moment of my life, I had the power to show my emotions. I had the chance to express myself one last time.

He looked at something behind me and then gestured to one of his men. For a brief second, I looked back and then I frantically turned back around, letting the knowledge set in that my life now rested in the hands of these evil men.

“If you don’t defy us, then we keep our word. You defy us and we kill you. It’s really quite simple. Understand?” His words were laced with a heavy Russian accent and his eyes held no emotion. They were just two dark little orbs, void of any and all feeling. I narrowed my eyes, the desire to spit in his face, to jab my fingers into his eyes, ran rampant throughout me.

“Listen to them, Isabella. Be good and nothing bad will come to you,” my mother confessed, her voice nothing but a whisper to my ears. I turned my attention from the man in front of me and back to her. I didn’t need to say anything to her, nor did I need to ask if she felt sorry. The words were written all over her face. She wasn’t.

“It’s time to leave,” the big man stated as he sunk his meaty hand into my arm, gripping me tightly as if he knew if I was given the chance to run, I would.

“You will regret this, Mother,” I said between clenched teeth. She no longer cared about me or the future that I could offer our family. My fate had now been sealed.

“Isabella.” My name being called pulled me from the lingering memories of a past life I wished I couldn’t remember. That thought alone told me I was far from okay. On a scale of one to f*cked up, I was double f*cked. Most days I knew there was no helping me. Not after everything I had witnessed and been forced to experience.

“Yes?” I lifted my head in questioning, my eyes landing on a large man. He had two guns strapped to his side, an FBI badge hanging from his neck and was taller than I by a good foot. His hair was dark, cropped up top and shorter on the sides. As I eyed him more closely, I realized he wasn’t someone to be messed with. Or at least that was the aura he gave off as he walked around the room. Call it a sixth sense or whatever, but I knew when people were good or bad, and I could tell this man had once been bad. But most of all, if he needed to be again, then he easily could be. Regardless of the dangerous vibe I got from him, he was one of the most handsome men I had ever seen.

“I’m Special Agent King. I wanted to come and see for myself that you were okay.” His voice was calm, his honey eyes warm which, in turn, caused warmth to fill my bones. He watched me harmlessly yet intensely, wondering what the hell was wrong with me, I was sure. I had been fooled more than once thinking the people who could protect me always would. They didn’t when push came to shove and to me, this situation wasn’t any different. Never again, I told myself.