The distant noises of metal clinging, male voices talking , discussing and planning . I was told to be inside my rooms at all cost, the girls at the mafia were commanded not to go put in the open where there are men, ofcourse we could go to parties and balls held by other mafia dons but a girl around more than 5 men was not allowed, I wasn't aware of what was happening,  why there were the men from our mafia gang in our houses with arms, they were collecting and counting arms for a big event.
I sat on my windowsill and stared out in the cloudy dull and grey sky which once used to be blue and bright , I almost related these thoughts to my pasts when the door to my room opened revealing hafta, my personal maid. Like mafia men had right hand men with them , we lady's and women were provided with a female right hand girl who would not only help us with our household stuff but would also protect us like a bodyguard. Hafta was my only company whom I could talk to about my loneliness and about my thoughts freely without worrying that she would tell about it to someone else, ofcourse why would she , we grew up together.
When I was a child , I was loved and preferred by my mother but my father didn't like a daughter because he thought it would be a hassle to manage a daughter,  protect her from men because mafia men were possessive about their wives and daughters , to educate her and to look after her because If the daughter of the mafia head would loose her virginity,  she would be a disgrace to the family and she would be passed to the gang member and never get married.
So my father trained me like the men trained , get beaten badly but fight because you want to live. Someday I would be bleeding from head to toe after training then too my family wouldn't care. I was 17, my birthday was in a month , the nightmares slowly coming to life , a daughter from the mafia would get married when she ages 18, it is said that if not in two years of marriage the wife doesn't get pregnant,  she will be discarded and never be looked at again.
The rules were all like a leash to a females neck, you couldn't loose your virginity,  you have to keep your mouth shut, you get married without becoming something and you get divorced and passed on to the gang If you're not pregnant.

"Neffré! Neffré! Come dinner is served."
She said while waving her hand infront of me , I sighed and got up but hafta noticed my dull look.

" you don't look fine, what happened? Ahhh!!-"
She asked but then suddenly became surprised.
I narrowed my eyebrows at her excitement and jumping.
" -francis has been arranged to me!"
Wow! What a luck this girl had , hafta was a honey tone skinny girl with waist length dark brown hair , hafta was a very beautiful girl , she even had several mafia men ask her to lay in bed but she never agreed , she wasn't an official mafia family daughter , she was quite free but she would still be arranged by her parents or the in laws.

Francis was the arms manager in kazan, I was born and brought up in Moscow,  and so was hafta. Due to some exchange of information,  Francis traveled Moscow and met hafta , they got head over heels for each other but pretended not to know eachother , in thr meantime Francis had asked his parents to get married to hafta, hafta had already turned 18 .

I brightly smiled her and stood up to give her a hug,

"I don't know when will I ever meet you after you get married!"
I was feeling depressed about her departure from us, she had always been a true friend to me.

I excitedly jumped up and down with her as we giggled and chuckled loudly.
The door to my room opened abruptly and we shocked , stood hugging each other while staring at my mother glaring at us.

"Girls! You are 15 minute late! Your father is very angry."
Mother scowled at us.
We separated the moment we heard about my father,  I almost ran down towards our dinning room ,
As I saw my father eating with my 2 brothers , I bowed my head while keeping my eyes low towards the ground.

" I'm sorry father , I'm late."
I said with a very polite voice.

Father looked up from his plate and stared at me with agitation clearly emitting like enigma within his eyes.

"Why were you late?"
He asked in a monotone.

I gulped and replied.

" hafta was telling me about her engagement. "
I said with all honesty in my voice .

He chuckled and then shook his head and said,

"Guess I have to get a man for you before you turn into a wh*re."
He spat and snickered at me before continuing his meal.

That want to just curse and beat him up was burning inside me , tears brimming in my eyes, I felt so helpless and so weak with thier eyes judging me, my brothers sighed and motioned me to sit.

I sat down down with my mother entering just after the commotion.

The plate was served with lasagna,  I felt so hungry that I ate the dinner . Because of the men in our house , I couldn't eat the breakfast aswell as the lunch.

Lucio one of my father's right hand, came in.

"Boss the guns and the blades are ready to be fired at Esposito gang."
He said.

Esposito?........
Esposito !?
Kaden Esposito !

That man!?

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So this is actually something that I always wanted to write , mafia and dark romance, please comment about any kind of suggestions and
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