THE MAFIA'S POSSESSION

CHAPTER 4

It was a week now and no sign of Jay, so it dawned on Bella that he was never coming for her; or so she thought. To her assumption, it was probably beneath his personality to go after a little girl for a mere suit jacket he could easily replace, so she went about her activities as normally as possible.

It was a sunny Wednesday in February and she was just returning home.

Getting to the house, she caught sight of cars parked outside and some gentlemen in black suits. At first she gulped, then waved the thought aside, as these could just be men here to see her step-DAD, but then the orange Ferrari there was the only different color, caught her eyes. Bella found herself wondering where she had seen that car and then assumed it was probably in a movie or something. So she went.

As soon as she stepped inside, she could suddenly feel the familiar scent and chill in her guts, then glancing at the sitting room, she met her doom. Yes, he was there and, worse still, he was with her parents. He looked like some sort of Greek god, but she knew, now definitely not to think gods and men, she needed to maneuver herself into her room, get a suicide note ready and die as fast as she could. She was in the action of sneaking inside when her mom called her,

"Welcome back Bella. Care to join us?" and then she knew she was doomed and done for.

"Oh, Hi mom," she said with a crooked voice and smile. She walked to the sitting area, "Hi dad,"

She pretended not to see the guest and made her stony face.

“Bella, this is Mr Jay Martins, I believe you guys have met, right? " her stepdad said.

She could then notice Mickey sitting at the far end smirking, if only mother Gaia could command the earth to swallow her.

"Oh yes, we have met," his voice pierced her soul.

"Mr Jay here says you have something of his of which you failed to return, and it's been quite a long time. Could you go bring us that object, Bella? " her stony-hearted mother said. She did not miss the wicked glint of triumph in his eyes,

“Oh you wicked.. wicked man. You just wait until I get through this,' she thought as she slowly went to retrieve the jacket from her closet. Bella knew that this was definitely not a good way to present the jacket. She tried to soften the rumples and hide the damage but then it seemed like fate was against her and everything else was combating her for a spider had already woven its thick cobwebs around it. In the process of trying to remove them, the suit got a dart tint. She knew she was doomed. Bella shamefully went down with the jacket, at the sight of it, her parents gasped, Mikey chuckled and Bella shrunk more meters into the ground. Then mother tossed her a piece of paper. It was a receipt for the suit, it read '3 million dollars.'

She could feel eyes boring into her soul and that's when her mom started talking.

"Well Mr Jay, just as discussed, the contract is for six months I presume," he nods and added,

"Six months depending on if she works enough for the suit jacket."

"Well, young lady, go upstairs, pack up. You'll be living with Mr Jay for the next six months working till you offset your bill." her mother declared.

This sounded like a death sentence and she needed to wriggle out of it, so she protested,

"But mom, what about school?" her mom might have lashed out, but Mx Jay took over,

'' Arrangements would be made for schooling. But after I get your signature on the contract not to try to run away." she might have fainted or refused.

But then she thought it was all her fault. She could have been upright with her mother the day she asked, but since she wanted to play boss, now she would face the consequences. And there she was, signing away her freedom for the next six months with God knows who. But one thing she knew, this person was no regular person to argue with, seeing the power he possessed already. And so, she signed the contract.

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It took her few moments to register what had just happened; she had literally just given up her freedom for the next six months with no one on her side. She glanced at her mother, eyes full of rage expecting some sort of sympathy, empathy or whatever it was mother's had in their soul, but all she saw was a relieved soul which made Bella wonder if all these years she had been a burden to Miss Clarkson for she dared not call her mother. A real mother would fight or at the least negotiate, but this woman here had shown her nothing but disgust.

"Let's go pack up Bella," said Mickey.

He had expected more from Miss Clarkson but then what do you expect from a desperate woman in need of the feel of a man. He pitied the young girl and wondered how she had been coping with a woman like this who showed nothing but hate. Bella gave him a 'thank you ' with her eyes as she turned on her heels. He nodded and and for once in their teasing filled life,step siblings seemed to communicate.

"You know Bella, this is all your fault. You could have asked for help," he started settling down on the bed.

"Asked who for help. You?" she smirked and he widened his eyes in desperate affirmative, "Don't even get me started on that Mike. You nothing but loathe my existence in your life. You keep making my life unbearable,"

He felt stung and decided to iron out this issue. "For the record Bella, I don't hate you. I just felt like a new mother being imposed on me was heartless of my dad. You also know the feeling Bella." and of course she did.

The first time her mother had introduced her to Anthony, she was enraged. She felt like he was coming in between their lives and felt the need for her birth dad although he never cared but at least, he was her dad.

"Besides, I coupled with the haughty baggage of a daughter, I definitely was not going to play nice to some stubborn ass of a girl as my sister," she heard Mickey continue and this time, she felt the need to be defensive.

"I'm not haughty or stubborn. You're the one who's always been the ass here and if you not going to help me pack up, then get out,"

"I might as well keep you company ungrateful wench," he said and reclined on the bed, picking up her teddy bear.

He watched her pack frantically and he did not miss the sight of the pink dildo when she tried to hide it back in her closet. He smiled, so this was the reason he kept hearing the moaning sounds from her room most nights. He smirked and got up just as she finished packing. He brought the dildo,

"You sure you wouldn't be needing this slave Bella?"

She looked horrified, a bead of sweat started forming on her forehead as she yanked it from him and threw it in her trash can, "I don't ever want to see it again." but then she knew that the dildo was the least cause of her anger or frustration.

"Better option then, mom gets to see it when she throws the trash away and I wonder what kind of daughter she would think of you,"

That was enough to hasten Bella back to the trash, she brought out the dildo and slid it into her backpack. Mickey smiled before drawing her into a warm embrace and whispered in her ears, "That dude ever hurt you, I'm one phone call away baby sis."

Never had she felt such reassurance and then she snuggled deeper in his embrace with tear filled eyes. How she wished she had seen this side of Mickey these few weeks ago, she definitely would have played nice. He didn't deserve her teasing. Oh, wait a second, he did deserve it for being a troublesome ass to her and for keeping this aspect of him away from her. This would have never escalated if he had because she definitely would have told him from the onset.

“Bella!!!" her impatient mother called like she couldn't wait for her to be gone.

"Go" he told her and with a quick bye, she turned downstairs with her backpack. Mickey would definitely miss her teasing.