Revenge On My Mafia Husband

"Sapphire!" Uncle Diego, my guardian and trainer, called from the living room. I rolled my eyes and rushed down the grey stairs to meet him. Diego is my only father figure or relative. He took me to his house after my father had been killed, he taught me all I know today. Diego is a middle-aged man who has no children. He lost his wife in a battle with the Cartel family. This is the 21st century but the mafia is still very active here. His house is a two-story building. It has four rooms and two have been converted into training rooms. It is an isolated house in the middle of the forest. This is our hideout. "You seem lost in thought", Diego says, sipping his whisky. He is seated on the black couch with his leg on the center table. His hands are marred with scars and his palms are as rough as the back of a tree. I stared at his brown eyes and smiled. The subtle on his jaw is very visible now and the bags under his eyes are unmistakable. "I'm always lost in thought, uncle" I say, sitting down opposite him. He stares at me in silence for a while before he finally speaks "Do you really want to do this?" "Do what?" I ask, though I'm very aware of what he's saying. "Answer me Sapphire" "Yes, I want to do this uncle" I say staring him straight in the eye" He stood up and pionted at me angrily, he was Five feet five inches tall. "You can't do this Sapphire, you just aren't fit..." "Are you doubting my skills uncle? " I asked cutting him off. "No, I'm not doubting your skills, I know you are fit physically but emotionally... You are not" "No uncle, I'm not going to step down. I'm not giving up, I'm ready to make Romero's life a living hell" he ran his hand through his dark grey locks. "But you love him.." "And he hurt me, he ruined my life. He made me miserable" I said with rage. Diego's eyes softened with pity but I knew he wasn't going to back down. "I know Sapphire, but you can't kill the man you love, this is going to break you" "I'm not going to kill him, i don't want him dead. But I'll hurt him, I'll make his life miserable. I'll cause him tremendous pain. He ruined my life" I stand up angrily. "but he didn't mean to, he doesn't even know..." "Enough" I say cutting him off " He doesn't know? Who cares? I also didn't know, Diego, that little eighteen years old Sapphire never knew that she would be forced into a marriage four years ago. He pointed at me without looking to see who it was. He took me from my father, my only family just so he could fulfill his mother's last wish. I was neglected, mocked and abused. I was the little queen who had no king. I never saw him after that day for two years. Two good years of being beaten while he just lived his life after hurting a young girl. He doesn't even know my name Diego. Even after we met after two years he neglected me, but I still fell in love with him. I loved the man who ruined my existence. Even after my father died fighting for him, I still loved him. He didn't attend my father's burial, father was buried like a dog. He had the audacity to call me weak. Even after all these things, I still loved him. I loved him so much. I ran away to learn how to be strong, why? For him. But when I came back, he was married to another woman. Diego I lost my only family because of him, he broke me. Father wanted to get me married to a nice guy, he was already arranging the marriage. I wish I had not gone out that day..." ------- eight years ago ------ I smiled at my reflection in the mirror. Father said I had Mama's eyes, it's true. I also have Mama's hair. I brush my long red hair down and tie it into a ponytail. I stare at my hazel eyes and smile, the pictures show I really look like my mum. I wipe the sauce stain on my delicate pink lips and put on my long earrings. My full eyebrows never seem to need carving and I'm greatful for that. My long lashes flicker as I wink at my reflection. I always love playing around in front of the mirror. I just turned eighteen yesterday and I'm absolutely excited, it means I'm now an adult. It's only me and my dad. We're a small Italian family, mum died when I was two. "Sapphire, come follow me to the Cartel mansion, I want you to take some of my dirty clothes to the laundry. I'll be very busy today, the queen is sick" My dad said knocking on my door. I look at my dress which is a simple blue gown and nod in content. I look presentable, I grab my phone and bag and open the door. My dad smiles when he sees me "you're so tall" he says. We're about the same height but he still insists that I'm taller than him. I see the bags under his brown eyes and I frown "you've not been getting enough rest papa" He smirks "been busy, not to worry I'll definitely sleep tight today" we both chuckle and make our way to the Cartel mansion. The mansion is a big luxurious place and I've been here a couple of times. Papa always narrates stories of how dangerous this family is. Especially Romero Cartel, he took after his father eight years ago and now he's twenty six. He is ruthless and dangerous. Papa and I make our way to his room in the mansion, just as he's about seeing me out, a meeting is called and everyone in the palace had to gather in the hall. "Papa, can't I just go? I'm tired and I don't like being here" "Shhhh, just follow me dear. You have to obey their orders or you can get into trouble. Immediately the meeting is done, you may leave" Papa says leading me to the hall. I shrug and follow him, he asks me to stand separately among a group of young ladies who all seem to be dressed too extravagantly. "Why can't I stand with you?" I ask him pouting. "Look around, everyone is standing according to their age group or job" I look around and notice it's true. Even the young guys are standing separately. I join the ladies and awkwardly stand with them. "I think the queen is planning on making her last wish" a lady whispers and they all chat like weever birds. A handsome but domineering looking guy stands in the middle of the hall beside a sick woman who is lying on a bed with strings attached to her. I assume that is the queen. "That is Romero Cartel" a lady says. I take a good look at the tall man standing beside the sick woman. His black hair looks like silk and is skin shines though they are marred with little scars. He turns and I see his blue eyes and the rage in them. He looks angry but good looking at the same time. "I hope he picks me" A lady whispers beside me and I roll my eyes, what's with them and whispering. But pick her for what? I seemed to have zoned out a little. "Her" a domineering voice shouts and I look up to see who must have been"chosen" for God knows what. When I look up I see all eyes on me and the hand of Romero pointing towards me? The ladies take a step back and I'm left alone, I turn to look at dad and he looks broken. His tears start to fall and I'm left bewildered. I turn back to Romero and his hands are still pointing at me but he is not even looking at me. Immediately, two hefty men grab me from both sides and start dragging me out. "Father, father" I shout "leave me alone, father where are they taking me?" My tears start falling as I see my dad running to me but he is stopped my his fellow guards. His tears become more prominent and I look around the room to see that no one is stopping this. What is happening... ------ now ----- "That is how he ruined me, so watch me ruin him, this is me avenging my father's death, they will all go down one after the other. None of them will be spared and even the ones who are spared will know no peace" Later in the night, I'll start my journey to Romero... He'll be returning to Italy today, that will be our first meeting after one year. Looking forward to it...