The Mafia’s Son

2. So? Powerful Men Have To Listen Too✔

Osa's POV

The maid came in to give my some clothes, she was fairly nice and the items she gave me seemed to have fit perfectly after I took a shower.

Even the bra was up to size.

I slip on the socks, enjoying the feel if the soft, clean spaghetti string vest and black and white sweatpants.

After moments of simply staring at the room, I got bored. . curious. So I decided to go out, walking into the halls and wandering into lost bedrooms.

I padded downstairs, ignoring the looks of the tall, dark and wondering men, all dressed in tight suits, even at this murderous hour.

"Hello. ."One smirks at me but I ignore him, and walk to the living room. There was one with hard eyes, just staring at me and I took time to tilt my head at him. Boys think that women will just bow down to them with a simple smirk or a deep deformed muscle in their cheeks, oh wait my bad, dimple. Its a shame though, that some women do, but don't worry, there are strong ones. Who knows where to draw the line, who knows how to put their boundaries in place.

I was on walking when he grabbed my arm, and pulls me towards him. "I spoke to you." He grits and I raise an eyebrow at him.

I'm afraid of everything I can't see. But is everything I can't see afraid of me?

Why is it that we humans, well most of us, are frightened by darkness? Is the darkness afraid of you, as it holds nothing but at the same time everything. That shaky feeling of uncertainty of what lurks before you. The exhilaration as your heart decides to move faster than you expect to. That wave of inhumane heat that covers you. The cold sweat, then finally, the screaming.

Your mind.

Your mind is where everything is stored, obviously. Your mind will scream at you to run! Go into the light where you can see, and stay away from darkness, because you don't know what lurks.

But its just what is, your mind.

Its playing tricks on you, tell me you've seen a monster in the closet? How about under the bed? Get rid of those fears girly, the worlds gonna throw a lot more at you.

You see I wasn't afraid of what I could see, the constant beatings. . the constant hatred. . my color, was being used against me and I know I'm beautiful.

No one has to tell me, but I wasn't strong enough to fight against two, their words cut like knives and I ended up breaking. I'm still breaking just hoping that the next day will be my last.

I wasn't afraid when they took knives and ran it down my body for I am already littered with scars that I willingly gave myself, but I was afraid that maybe someone would see.

I was ashamed of what they made me be, of what they did to my skin so in return I joined the only to ease the pain.

So if this man is seriously acting like I'm afraid of him he's dead wrong. I'm only afraid. . . of what's gonna happen next when I decide no ones going to handle me like that, anymore.

"Frankie." A familiar voice snaps and his eyes lift in surprise. His hand looses around my arm and I reel my hand back, punching him in his face. The room goes dead silent and I turn to face Valesco.

"He's rude. You should get that fixed." I step past him and he grabs my hand pulling me into his office.

"Osa, you can just go around punching my men. They dont know you yet and they won't hesitate to put a bullet in your head."

"Let them do it then." I cross my arms and he sighs.

"You're very difficult for an abused person."

"How do you know I was being abused?"

"Money, makes the world go round." He states.

"God. Makes the world go round, don't ever put his hard work on some worthless item." He was about to open his mouth, "joke or not."

"I'm a mafia leader. I don't even know why I'm listening to you."

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Osa's POV

I woke up with a start. Adrenaline still poured through me as the memories from the nightmare flashed through my mind. Gulping, I throw my leg over and stand, slowly opening the door to walk to the kitchen.

I find Valesco there and I tiptoe back behind the wall, eyeing him.

He sat, one hand supporting his head as he eyes fell and opened quickly. I frown, walking out and standing in front on him.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping?" He jumps nearly falling off the stool and I raise an eyebrow.

"I am fine." He murmurs curtly.

"You're falling asleep." I mumble and he gives me a flat look.

"I am aware of that." He rolls his eyes and I just back away, and walk towards the refrigerator.

"Why are you up?" He asks.

"Bad dream." I shrug and he nods.

"I understand. ."

"I have insomnia." He murmurs after awhile and I eye him as he runs his hand over his face. "I can't sleep, even if I want to. And clearly, I want to."

"That sounds awful." I murmur sitting next to him and he looks down at me.

"It is." He states.

"What is it. . that encouraged to to pursue this career?" I distract him and he chuckles.

"I didn't pursue this career. I was born into it. My father was the previous mafia leader, but he passed."

"I'm sorry." I tell him, thinking of my own father.

"He was great, he was like me. I don't want to be here, but I have to. And he died trying to get me out." He sighs and I reluctantly place my hands on his.

"Its not easy to get out of a thing like this is it?" I say more to myself than him but he shakes his head.

"Its hell. But I'm here now, making a difference." His face grows into a smile and before I could ask he flips my hand over. My eyes widen as I pull them away. "I was wondering why it was so rough."

"Please don't." Once of my worst fears, being seen, had just became a reality.

I mean sure, I did it in an obvious place but it was always, hidden. Long sleeves, gloves, you name it, I had it, no matter the weather.

"You do this to yourself no?" He asks, eyeing my hand and I stand.

"Goodnight." I mumble, ignoring his question and sprinting to my room.

"Just wait til Benjamin finds out." He murmurs, but I barely catch it so he must've said something else.

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The next morning, I walk out warily, ensuring that there was no one. I was rounding the corner when I hit a chest and I sigh, realizing it was him.

"Good morning." He greets and I nod averting my eyes. "How are you doing?"

I catch his eyes and he looks curious, analyzing my body language.

"I'm good." I state.

"I was just coming to get you, breakfast is ready." He puts his arm on the small of my back and I itch away, alarmed by the sudden touch. "I'm sorry." He apologizes.

"Its fine." We walk into the kitchen and I am met by a swarm of men. Including hard eyes from last night. I take a seat right next to him, smirking.

"Hello there." I drawl and he rolls his eyes.

"I don't like w****s in my presence." He snaps rudely.

"Then I don't think you should have a problem with me." I tilt my head and he grits his teeth as the others sniggers.

"Calm yourself Benjamin." Valesco warns and he gives me one last hard look before turning away.

"Everyone, this is Osa. Osa this is, Qulo, Damien, Tucker, James, Benjamin and Jude."

I snigger at the blonde, "Jude? Is that supposed to be unisex?"

"Says the girl who's name sounds like a nickname for the ocean." Benjamin tilts his head with a sarcastic smile.

"Qulo is 20, Damien 25, Tucker 21, James 20, Benjamin 19 and Jude 19. They're all my men so I hope you treat them with the same respect." Valesco sighs knowing that just might not happen..

"Where's the guy that grabbed me last night?"

"That's Frankie . . . he doesn't live here." James shrug and I nod.

All of them looked the same, they were tall, had suits and a scowl.

"Do you guys ever smile?" I wonder and Valesco looks amused as Benjamin's jaw ticks. "Do you know that, um, frowning can give you wrinkles early?" Our food arrives and everyone just ignores me as I babble.

"Don't you feel hot?" Tucker queries. Since yesterday, I requested long sleeved shirts and I kept my palm hidden.

Valesco gives me a knowing look before returning to his food.

"No." Is all I say and I swear every one goes curious by my sudden lack of speech.

"Benjamin will show you around the house today." Valesco breaks the silence and Benjamin drops his fork.

"What? No! There's over-"

"I said Benjamin. And Benjamin will do it." Valesco says with authority and I frown as Benjamin stands with force and walks out.

"If he doesn't want to do-" Valesco raises his hand.

"Its not his choice."