Mafia’s Property.

“Fuck you, Carlo! I will not be marrying your son!” My body trembled slightly not just from anger, but fear also.

“You will, piccolina,” he said in a low growl. “And if you curse at me again or use any foul language in my home, you'll be sent back to the dungeon.”

My father was an abusive drunkard who made my life miserable, but there was hope, because I had just graduated high school, I planned to attend a college hours away from home where I could love dad from afar without having to be constantly hurt.