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  The Mafia And

  His

  Little Princess

  Bell Pepper

  The mafia and his little princess© 2021 by Bell Pepper.

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  - Bell Pepper

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  Printed Digitally/ Physically via Amazon Kindle Direct Publishing

  (Independently Published)

  First Printing: March 2021

  Contents

  PROLOGUE

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  About the book:

  Ginni is a sweet eighteen year old virgin who mistakenly entered Chiazz – the disreputable club of the city, one night in search of her old man. The club has a bad reputation for a reason.

  No sane would enter the club unless he holds a death wish. Chiazz belongs to the biggest mafia in the city that everyone fears. The owner Zavio isn't a man with heart and no ones dares to come in his sight no matter what.

  Poor Ginni was too occupied to think about the consequences when she entered the lion's den that night of her own free will, but leaving the club after Zavio has noticed her presence already is not as easy as it seems.

  Ginni belongs to him now. Daddy wants her in his bed, beneath him and moaning for more.

  PROLOGUE

  Ginni

  I stir, waking up from the deep blissful sleep I’ve sleeping in for god knows how long. My body cuddled in a cloud of warmth and comfort when I can feel lots of cool air entering inside my nostrils.

  My nose flares as I inhale much more of it at once before wriggling even more in this comfy embrace.

  A big palm resting on my chest and patting me down, slowly and softly. To put me back to sleep.

  The idea of closing my eyes and falling back to sleep seems nice. Pleasing too. But, my brain just won’t let me.

  For some reason, it wants to wake up and find out what’s going on around me.

  My eyes flicker, hazy and unfocused.

  Everything around me seems blurred, forcing me to blink twice or thrice more times before I am able to see again.

  Big car, black scruff roof, shinning kohl upholstery and shielded windows on both sides of me. A partition raised up between the rear and front so I can’t see who is at the wheel.

  My neck feels heavy as I turn it around to look at the other side, and once I do, my eyes go wide open in shock.

  I must have opened my mouth big before screaming my guts out because no sound comes out of my throat from above the hand, that’s now covering my mouth tightly.

  The hand that was softly patting me to sleep few moments ago.

  My head shakes violently and I try to move my arms to free myself from his grip, but nothing works.

  Just like my mouth, my hands are clasped behind my back too. In his other big one.

  Eyes pooling with tears all I can see are two big sapphire gems, darker in shade, fixed over mine. And, a big bearded head shaking in disapproval at me.

  “No, princess. Don’t do that. You are bruised enough already. Don’t overdo yourself now” the disapproving giant head, says.

  Strong voice, deep and throaty, that could bring shivers to my body just by saying a regular hello to me, cooing at my head with so much sweetness.

  My mouth is still open wide behind his huge palm and I end up gulping down my saliva loudly as I watch him for real this time.

  The wave of screaming has passed but my pulse is still too high. I am panting like a dog as I watch him from this near.

  Black unsettled hair, frizzy and white across the temples.

  Forehead big and a little wrinkled, with old scars sketching the perfect canvas.

  His salt and pepper beard shining in the dim light, not five o’ clock but proper heavy beard.

  My gaze looms over the light masculine hair peeking from the open top button of his white crisp shirt, and for some reason, my legs shiver from the sudden cold.

  Although, my body feels ice chilled but still it’s sweating badly as I wriggle under his grasp, ruining his black business jacket badly. His eyes are on me, scaring me more. And in some ways affecting me more than they should.

  My shoulders scrunched as I keep jerking to and fro, eyes huge and looking into his and legs covered in cheap sneakers trying hard to get away from him.

  My butt keeps rising up and falling down in his lap as I try to push myself up with my feet thumping on his shin, again and again.

  Anger is blazing in his eyes but he isn’t stopping me now.

  Sitting there silently watching me without a single hint of annoyance, he lets me fight him.

  Until I am torn enough to stop on my own. Breath heavy and hoarse, I keep watching his face with fear and anger both.

  “Are you done?” he growls.

  I remain silent. Panting from between my parted lips and gawking at him with no reaction at all.

  My limp body is already an indication that I am totally done. Devastated. For now, at least.

  Till I don’t regain the energy I have lost in this futile fight to start over again.

  My forearms are screaming with pain because of being held in this position for so long and my legs are now lying heavily over his as I wait for him to take his next step.

  Cradling me closer to his chest, he starts positioning me properly in his lap once again. So I am seated on his thighs this time.

  I can see he is a tall man, a foot or two over me maybe. Even seated now, I still have to tilt my neck backwards completely to look at his face.

  My throat dries up feeling his warm growling all over my cold face. The air condition running on full blow is doing nothing to keep his harsh breaths away from me.

  His brows furrow, forming a deep V in the middle above his nose and I shudder visibly under his dominating glare.

  “Speak, princess. I don’t like it when my girls don’t speak to me.”

  Girls! Did he just say girls?

  Am I one of them now? Sitting in his harem and entertaining him with lap dances whenever he wants me to, and maybe his friends too.

  Fuk! Is he taking me to one of his sex clubs right now?

  Driving me on his own this time to make sure I don’t end up running away again.

  God dammit dad! What have you done this time?

  There is nothing I can do to save myself from the deep shit you’ve sold me in. Why?

  My lower lip quivers but I refuse to cry before him. I don’t like to cry before them. I am a strong woman.

  I know how to carry myself upright when there is no one to take care of me, and so far, I have done a great job at it.

  Carrying myself and my father upright when he should be the one doing it for me.

  And look where it brought you!

  Chapter 1

  Ginni

  The raining has finally stopped but still the water dripping from the roof of our tiny apartment isn’t
making it easy for me to remain asleep.

  It’s like a rhythm- a background music playing repeatedly for my ears, all night making it even restless than it already is.

  My eyes scrunched tight and the shaggy pillow that has been my companion since my childhood, pasted to my ears to avoid the sound of it. Nothing is helping though.

  I can feel myself waking up from my tormented sleep.

  The room is covered in darkness. A small ray of light from the street pole entering through the window and falling right next to my feet.

  There is no way to look around myself when it’s this dark but I can still register the deep silence in my room, screaming at me and telling me dad isn’t back from the bar yet.

  It’s already late.

  Picking up the small table clock from the old stool I put near my single bed to use it as a nightstand, I push it in the dim street light to check the time.

  1:30 AM.

  He should be back by now. The bar closes at twelve and on unsteady legs, it takes him approx half an hour to reach the building.

  The raining stopped long ago so why he isn’t back home yet.

  Thoughts! Unpleasant and scary ones are clouding my brain. Sending chills down my spine and making me nauseous, as hell.

  What if he slipped on the street somewhere on his way back and broke his foot, or worse, got hit by a truck whose driver was so drunk to keep the wheel steady.

  Oh God no!!

  I don’t want to be an orphan so soon.

  How am I supposed to survive all alone in this shitty world filled with shitty human beings?

  Mumma always used to say there are tons of men like dad out there.

  Inside, at least he is the only one. Outside, there are several like him.

  If I ever lost his side, it would only take moments for others like him to find me. And then, there would be the true danger.

  The ultimate scarier one.

  My side where his boot had kissed me last night prickles with pain and I cover it with my hand instantly as I try to get up from the bed.

  God! would it be that bad if he died tonight and never came back?

  I am not ready to find out yet.

  The small worn out satchel I once bought from a dollar store is no more hanging on the hook near the window where I hung it this evening. After I came back from the restaurant I work in as a part-time waitress after school.

  It’s now thrown carelessly on the floor near his bed across the room.

  It’s a one room condo my maternal grandpapa left us after his death.

  I know there in no money inside the torn pockets of my satchel before I even check. He must have snatched all of it before leaving for the bar. He always does.

  Every day, I come home after working too hard all day, only to get kicked on my side and the little pennies I make on daily basis stolen by him when I am too wounded to fight him.

  Tonight, I pretended to be asleep when he left with all of it. Al least, I did save my side from getting one more hit that way.

  Thankfully, there is still some cash I got as a tip today hidden inside my bra.

  I don’t put it in the bag though. Afraid, he might find out I was hiding money from him again if he saw it in my purse now.

  I let the money sit where it is and pull the empty satchel over my shoulder crossway before taking a final deep breath and shutting the door close behind me to leave the apartment in search of him.

  My knee length baby blue skirt is running wild as I make my way down the street on the empty roads of Columbia in search of my old man.

  My arms clutched tight and teeth clattering due to the cold wind swishing around me. I wish I had put my only jacket on over my worn out white front button blouse too before leaving, but I was already a little preoccupied at that time.

  Thinking about being the guarding angel to my monstrous father when somewhere deep down I know, I shouldn’t be doing that.

  I mean, who likes getting kicked everyday at the same spot, over and over, for so many years that you even lost the count.

  “Inside he is one, outside there are several like him..”

  Why, mom, why? Why those words had to be your last words? The last thing you taught me before leaving.

  Why couldn’t you just tell me to run away from him and never come back again.

  Dogs howling at every turn I take; I make my way to the Chiazz- the nearest bar of them all.

  I don’t need to check many. Most of them have already banned him from entering their gates. Some for too high debts and some- well most of them, for brawling after drinking too much.

  He is violent man and some people can actually have their ways and avoid him.

  Lucky them!

  Chiazz is not a regular bar in the town. It’s one of its kind.

  They say, it’s ran by a real mafia man. The one who controls the streets of Columbia and always remain in the shadows.

  No one knows how good looking he is, or how pathetic his scars are. All they know is to stay the fuck away from his sight. And especially, not to get on the bad side with him.

  He is not like the other bar owners who just throws you out of their places after a good beat when you have no bucks to pay your bills.

  He is one of those, who knows how to skin his debts out of you.

  I was hoping to find him lying at the side of the road somewhere between the apartment and the bar, but I am already standing outside the groggy building with no signs of him anywhere.

  This building must be very old if it looks this bad. Shaggy walls, grey and black, covered in mud and drain.

  There is big black mustang parked outside the big doors, looking really out of the place in a cheap surrounding like this.

  My breath shudders only by looking at it.

  The vehicle somehow screams of violence. Like bad things have happened inside it.

  I instantly turn my gaze away from it. Afraid someone might be sitting inside and looking at me from inside the black tilted windows.

  I look up at the small enlightened board hanging with shackles from the roof, saying, ‘Chiazz’ in big bloody red. Again screaming of violence.

  My body quivers with fear. I know this is the kind of place where I should never go in.

  To remain away from it like other good people of society do. But how can I, when the only parent I’ve got is apparently still inside.

  I have already checked the streets and there is no other way to home too. If, he wasn’t there than he must still has to be here.

  I have to check anyway.

  Feet feeling heavy and numb, I try to put them one after another until I am standing right outside the big black doors.

  The only thing in the building that seems to be new and upgraded.

  It’s not a normal door. It’s a heavier one.

  Black with golden round rings on both sides of the crack. It’s too late so I can understand why there isn’t any guard standing on the door to greet me. They are closed.

  I wish they had put a big lock on the main door as well before leaving so I didn’t have to enter, but sadly, the doors are still unlocked, which means I can still go inside and check.

  Uhh!! Why god why? Why can’t I just sit down at home and wish for him to die and rot in hell.

  Had saved me some precious time and the little strength I’ve left inside me.

  It takes all the energy I have inside me to push it open, forming a little gap in between so I could sneak in.

  With my hands resting on my side waist while I am huffing like a dog after putting so much effort to open that hideous giant door, I finally raise my eyes up from the floor to see what’s awaiting me.

  The air inside me explodes.

  Leaving me ashen and wide eyed when I look up at the front. Only to find the person I was looking for standing right before me.

  Only five meters away. Standing on an empty podium, in the middle of the stage with his hands tightly grasping on the steel girth as he swings round and round aroun
d it.

  My jaw drops down at the view.

  In a Mini skirt and a blue wig on his bald head. Shaking his bulgy uncovered stomach and taking circles around the pole is the man who used to look so powerful every day when he used to come home only to beat the hell out of me.

  I feel shaken, watching him so roughed up and dancing around like a dirty slut.

  My toes inside my mud covered shoes curling anxiously as I wait for him to register my presence. He can’t.

  His eyes are swollen to the point that they are barely opening.

  My gaze falls on the little streak of blood line running down from near his earlobe to his shoulder blade and my eyes go wide huge.

  For some reason, every guy in the room turns to look at me. I realize, I might have gasped out very loud to gain their attentions.

  Shit!

  I am still standing inside the doors with mouth gaping at the view in front of me, with almost fifty muscular men gawking at me in shock.

  I keep looking around me. Glancing at their faces to find out their next move. They all seem completely unaffected. No one is moving forward to grab me either.

  Maybe it’s the right time to run out of here.

  But how can I, when my father is at the podium, stuck with these people, beaten and messed up so much.

  Will god forgive me if I did leave him there?

  I don’t think so.

  I might look like a small woman but I am very fast. I can chuck them all behind and run out with him on the toe, if only, they let me reach him first.

  A little bit of strategy, and perhaps, a bit of luck and we both can easily make it out of here.

  They might come after us, but I’ll fight for my papa till my last breath.

  Chapter 2

  Zavio

  A loud gasp- Almost a painful scream, coming from behind me catches my attention.

  My eyes no more focused on that shaggy tummy of the bald guy, calculating the ways I could use him further until I have drained every ounce of my money out of him, but now widening with the realization.