Chapter 1

1. This is a mafia book

2. It deals with a few sensitive topics, so if you aren't comfortable with that. You can leave now.

3. No hate comments unless they're constructive or you're trying to correct a grammatical error because hey, I'm human too.

4. In the first few chapters I'll state her age before the actual timeline begins.

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8 years old:

My eyes fluttered open in shock, the walls spun as I tried to clutch my head but an invisible force held my hands back. The throbbing in my head and dizziness in my sight, brought tears to my eyes as I lowered my head and whimpered in pain.

Where was I?

Why couldn't I move?

Where was dad?

I was at the park with my father, my mother had forced us out since we had destroyed our home. It was the best Food fight in the history of food fights, sadly it only lasted the 45 minutes that mom was in the shower for. After that, she gave both of us an earful and then kicked us out.

I smiled as the expression she wore, flashed through my mind. She was so irritated that she even ignored the fact that she had just bathed and immediately got to cleaning. We saw all this from the window of course, while snickering to ourselves.

We had glanced back in through the window, only to mistakenly make eye contact with her and have her march her way towards us. Neither me nor dad had ran that fast or fearfully in our lives.

That all had led to us sitting in the park and eating yummy Ice cream, because Ice cream made everything better. We were giggling to ourselves about all that mum was going to do to us once we returned. Honestly, she looked mad enough to make dad sleep on the couch... again.

"Honey, is that your classmate?"

He pointed towards a familiar looking girl, who was currently walking away from us, her hand held by the man leading her.

"Can I go meet her?"

I questioned with a pout.

"What about your ice cream?"

He asked back while mimicking my pout.

"Please! You can hold it for a while, right?"

I gave him the puppy dog eyes making him sigh in defeat. They always worked.

"Alright, just 10 minutes though, otherwise, I'll eat it myself."

I crossed my arms with a frown.

"You wouldn't."

He gave me a mischievous grin.

"You wanna try me kiddo?"

I gulped and shook my head, afraid of the tickling match that would begin if I didn't comply.

"Your friend's getting away."

He pointed her out for me as I turned around, and indeed her father was leading her away.

"Are you coming?"

I questioned.

"You know her father and I don't get along."

I sighed and quickly gave him a peck on the cheek.

"Keep my ice cream safe, no licking!"

He rolled his eyes and glared at my ice cream.

"This is going to be a test of my patience."

I giggled at his determined expression before jogging off to catch up to the girl I now recognized as Stace.

"Stace!!"

I called out and she turned around, her eyes narrowed as she frowned at me.

"where are you going?"

She pointed to her held hand.

"Papa's taking me home."

My eyes widened as I finally turned my gaze to the hoodie cloaked man, who quite clearly, wasn't her father.

"Well aren't you a pretty one."

I stumbled back as he took a step towards me.

"He isn't your father!"

She frowned at me before turning towards the man, I watched as he leaned in close to her face and spoke.

"Now now honey, your friend is just playing a prank on you."

She turned back towards me with a scowl.

"That's mean Adira."

I shook my head violently making the man give me a scary smile before snapping his fingers. I looked around us in shock and terror, not seeing anyone helpful nearby. Before another man in a hoodie stepped out of the bushes.

I immediately dashed towards him, throwing my hands in the air for extra effect.

"Hey that man is trying to take my friend away, please help her!!!"

The man now covered in leaves and twigs, tilted his head towards me and the only thing I could see were his glinting teeth.

"Ain't this a pretty one? The boss'll love her."

I took a step back in fear, realizing that he wasn't here to help us.

"Exactly, you get her while I get this one in the car."

He stated, pointing towards Stace, who was about to fall from how unsteady her body seemed to be. I was petrified as I watched him tuck Stace into the car and settle in the driving seat. But I was even more frightened when hands caught my body and lifted me off the ground.

I thrashed and tried to scream, but any sounds coming from my mouth were blocked as a hand silenced my mouth. I kicked and punched, trying to get free from him. I couldn't breath...

My leg connected with something that made the man howl in pain and he dropped me to the ground.

My head made contact with the cement and my vision begun to grow dark, the only thing my fading eyesight could catch were the red droplets coating my eyelash and the only thing my weakening brain could think was:

...Dad help...

My eyes finally opened as the pain in my head dulled and settled into an eerie ringing in my ears. I glanced at the invisible bounds that held me back and they turned out to be chains. My legs felt like jelly as I stood up, barely able to hold onto anything but the bars beside me.

I looked around and found myself in a cage, on one side of the cage was a wall and on the other sides there were other cages, with even more people tied like me. My hands were chained to the wall behind me, making all my efforts to get away go in vain.

I stopped struggling when my eyes landed on even more cages, the light above me flickered on and off. Giving me a very vague idea of the number of people there, but they surely were more than just me and Stace. None of them were moving though, all of them stayed still.

I could tell they were breathing but nothing else... they seemed to be asleep. I continued to struggle, while trying to not make too much noise which was proving to be difficult as the chains rattled.

I twisted my wrists trying to ease them out, but the chains were the perfect size and even made a few cuts on my skin. Clenching my teeth together, I tried again but I couldn't even move my hands a few centimeters away from the wall with how tightly they were tied.

I raised my head to look around to see if someone was there and froze in shock when I saw a boy standing out my cage. He looked messier and older than me but I didn't know for sure due to the blinking light. Our eyes met and I knew for sure that he wasn't just my imagination.

"H-Hey."

He continued to stare at me and leaned back with a raised eyebrow.

"How did you get out?... Never mind that, but you need to get out of here."

He tilted his head to the side, staring at me with a calm look that didn't suit the situation at all.

"Are you listening?"

He nodded his head as a response, making me sigh. At least he understood me, but then, why was he still standing there?

"You need to hurry out of here before you get caught."

He stood still as if my words were going right over his head.

I shifted a little, trying to wave my hands but realized that they were still bound, and settled with a frown instead.

"If they catch you, they'll hurt yo~"

The sound of a metal door slamming open cut me off and I looked at the shockingly relaxed boy in absolute panic. Words refused to leave my lips as I tried to warn him to get away and as several men in black emerged through the stairs.

"Ah Son, I see you're already here. Have you found one to your liking?"

I watched on with a slacked jaw as the boy pointed at me and a very scary-looking-evil-man turned to me.

"She was going to be a part of my special edition... oh well, it can't be helped now."

He sighed before snapping his fingers and two of the men in black opened the cage and stepped in. I didn't fight them as they removed the chains and examined my cut wrists, but all along I kept glancing at the messy boy as he stood beside the man who looked at me with a terrifying gaze.

A younger version of him came down the stairs with a grin coated his lips as we made eye contact.

"I thought she was going to be your special edition?"

He questioned the evil looking man, coming to stand on his free side.

"I thought so too, but she's your brothers pick."

The younger boy pouted before turning to me.

"She would've looked even more beautiful in Father's collection, don't you agree brother?"

The older boy gave him a side glance, then shook his head. The father sighed and patted his shoulder before turning to leave.

"You know what to do with her."

He stated before disappearing back up the stairway. The brothers looked at each other before the younger one followed after his father.

The messy boy however, stayed a while longer. Watching as I hissed when they cleaned the cuts on my wrists and then bandaged them.