The Stolen Mafia Princess

Bella, the Tattoo Artist

{Margo’s POV}

Before night fell Nonna’s tattoo artist was here. Apparently she had done many of my cousins tattoos, and even some of Angelo’s. When she walked in the door her and my Nonna kissed each other’s cheeks and smiled brightly. “Maria, it’s so wonderful to see you! Please show me this granddaughter of yours and I’ll see what I can do!”

I walked up behind my Nonna and cleared my throat. “I’m here..” I smiled peeking around my Nonna Maria. “Hello, I’m Margo, it’s a pleasure to meet you!” I said reaching out a hand.

He pulled me into a hug and kissed each of my cheeks. “I’m Bella, Bella Marino!” She smiled! She looked to be in her mid forties, and stood about 6’0. Her legs were long, and she was skinny, but curvy. Her hair was black and pulled up into a tight bun. Her eyes were a deep red, brown, and they looked enchanting. “Now let me see these scars and I’ll see what I can do!” She said.

I heard footsteps behind me, and turned to see a Jose behind me and Nonna. “What scars?” He asked, looking over me confused. “How bad are they that Bella is here?” He asked looking over at the woman in front of me.

“They’re scars from when I was young.. I’d just like to have them covered. Nothing to worry about!” I smiled at him, ushering Bella and Nonna Maria into the parlor right off the entryway and closing the door behind us. I locked it and smiled. “Sorry.. I didn’t want him to see..” I said, looking at the floor.

“No problem darling, let me see though, and we’ll plan something out.” She said, gesturing for me to lift up my dress. I raised it, showing her the mess of scars on my stomach and back. She gasped, pulling her hands to her lips. “I’m sorry.. I’ve just..” she paused looking to my Nonna. “I’ve never seen scars this severe..” she walked to me, running her fingers across my stomach. “I can do this.” She said nodding to me and Nonna. “It will take some time, and it will completely cover your back and stomach, but I can do this!” She smiled.

“Really?” I asked, laying the dress back down.

“Of course, tell me some things you like, and I’ll make up some designs you can choose from!” She smiled, walking over to her bag and pulling out a tablet.

I smiled and happily took the seat beside her. “I like plants, flowers, vines, all of that. Bees, and honey.. also snakes, and I’ve always loved how deer skulls look..” I smiled. “Is there something we can do with that?” I asked, nervously.

“There is much I can do with that! I’ll be staying here for the next little bit, and we’ll do your tattoo as you want to. As long as you can stand it, and as long as it takes!” She smiled. “I’ll start sketching right now! I’ll need privacy of course!”

I nodded, and hugged her. “Thank you!” I cheered as I turned and practically ran from the room right into Jose, who was still standing there.

I jumped back and squealed. “Jose! You scared me!” I yelled, swatting at his arm. “Why are you just standing here?” I asked.

He looked down at me, a serious look on his face. “What scars is she talking about bambina?” He asked.

“Jose.. please.. I really don’t want to talk about it. It was bad enough living through it, but talking about it just reminds me that it happened. I can’t even look at myself in the mirror without seeing them, so please.. please don’t make me talk about it!” I whimpered.

He grabbed my shoulder and squeezed it. “What did he do to you bambina? I want to know exactly what scars you’re talking about!” He said.

I sighed. “You’re not going to let this go.. are you?” I asked, looking at the floor.

He shook his head, giving me the answer I already knew. He was around my age, and I trusted him, even if I didn’t want to tell or show him, I trusted him. I sighed and grabbed his hand leading him up to my room. “What are we doing in here?” He asked.

I grabbed some shorts and a tank top from my dresser and made my way to the bathroom, changing quickly. I sighed as I made my way back out of the bathroom. “You wanted to see my scars.. so I brought you here to show you. I do not want you going and telling everyone though. My father and brothers know.. so does Nonna Maria and, Nonna Franny! They all know, but I didn’t want to drag you all into this.” I sighed once again and lifted my shirt up slightly. Showing him the scars on my stomach and my back was heartbreaking. I watched his face bunch up in horror.

“How could anyone do this? Why would they do this to you?” He asked, his eyes scanning over me. “Did he..” he began, his voice breaking softly. “Did he stab you?” He asked.

I nodded.. looking down at my scars, seeing them made me feel sick to my stomach. “Yes.. many times..” I looked back up at him, and his face was now filled with a pure look of anger. “I’ll not let him breathe the same air as you!” He yelled.

I dropped back down my tank top and walked to him. I placed my hand on his arm softly, and smiled. “I’m okay Jose, I’m doing much better now. David is suffering, and now we know who kidnapped me, and not only that, but inside information on the family that hired him. We’re going to take down all of them, and I’d much rather he help in getting my revenge, then die useless to me!” I smiled and led him from my room and back down the stairs. “Thank you, for worrying about me Jose, but I’m okay!” I said, pulling him into a gentle hug and walking by myself into the kitchen.