Bound to the Sicily Mafia

KATHERINA

Sometimes my heart beat like it would fail the next minute.

Hmm…I wasn't sick but It felt like that every single time those thoughts creep in.

“She was my breath and everything….I really miss her so much,” I confessed as tears rolled down my soaked eyes down to my lips.

This was the hardest and longest I had gone without her.

Hell it is, living alone in a mansion by the most feared Russian Mafia boss, Dimitri Salikov, who also happen to be my father.

My uncaring father.

“Katherina! Katherina!! Katherina!!!” I could remember how hard he yells my name every single time.

This was a month after the news of my mother's death reached my ears. A quick trip and boom, she was nowhere to be found until days after, her body was found brutalized in a car wreck.

“Are you deaf now? I have warned you to always put your ears down each time you are in my house!!” My father yelled.

Maybe tears would have poured out of my innocent eyes if I was still a teenager but nah, I was already used to it.

The noises, not just from his unconcerned devil tone but also from the secret meetings and dealings that goes on around the house.

It was already a lifestyle.

“I'm sorry, Papa..I didn't bear you until later,” I spoke calmly hoping to get an equal and reciprocated response.

Pff….I wish.

I could beat my chest that would be the last thing he would resort to.

A loud slap landed on my face and every sound around me went off like my ears had become deafened from his fierce hit.

“How dare you?!!! Do you think I'm here to smile with you or what? You know sometimes, I wonder if you were the baby I put into your mother's womb or you were swapped!!” He hurled out insultingly.

This had to be umpteenth time he would say and repeat such statement. “Who really knows?? Maybe I'm not his daughter,” I would constantly mumble to myself each time.

His eyes glared at me in rage like balls of rolling fire. “Don't push me to the wall, Katherina!!” he shouted at the top of his voice.

I could bet even the bodyguard oat the door entrance could hear him loud and clear.

I wouldn't say a word. I dare not!

His left fist tightened as he lifted his cigar with his right hand and puffed smoke into the air, giving me a cough..

“Now listen to me…I have some really important guest coming around today and I don't want them to set their eyes on you or your shadow so I need you to go into your room and lock yourself up there till tomorrow!!”

“If you ever need anything, you know how we do it. Hit the button at your bedside and the maids will come attend to you quietly. Have I made myself clear???” He said in a loud tone.

What could I do? I was young and unfortunate. A 20 year old still has to lock herself in her father's house like its a prison she is confined to?

If only my mother was still alive!

Undoubtedly, I was adorned in the most expensive of dresses, drove around inthe best of cars and ate the healthiest of food but to what end?

Love and care from my father was a struggle and an impossible achievement!

I was just the lucky one and only daughter of the Mafia Boss himself who had the wealth of the city in his large pockets!

Without all of that, I would just as be as useless as the mad man that roam the Cullen Street.