Reborn as a RUFFIAN (Complete)

ELIMINATING ISABELLE

The wind is whirling inside the dark, cold room through an inlet and the bumps on my skin raises as the temperature decreases. I can hear dissonant noises from the outside and I predict my location which is nearby a farmhouse.

I clairvoyant my senses to focus better on the voices inside the room, or maybe I can hear voices from outside too. The time has passed, but it is difficult to keep a count on hours. They tied a blindfold on my eyes and my hands behind my back. I have been in this position for too long, I can even feel the pain from my bruises wrists.

A sound of click gets my attention and the door makes a cricking sound when open. The loud footsteps echo in the empty room.

“How was your shift at the Mafia’s favorite spot?”  A familiar voice asks me. My sense awakens and I realize whom the voice belongs too.

“How did you find me?” I ask her right away.

“Well! I too have few sources scattered in the town, so finding you wasn’t a big deal for Me.” the voice states in a pleasing way.

“You are a b***h!” I claim.

The voice chuckles and replies, “your mother was the real b***h who never told you who was your real father.” She states.

Her words acts a fuel booster and my anger pumps to an extent, “how dare you?” I scream.

She hits me with an elastic stick and pulls my hair roughly, “don’t you dare to raise your voice on me, b***h! You and your mother owned so many things from me that even the whole collection for your fortune of a lifetime will not pay-off the dept.” she spat on my face.

My soul is burning from the inside as she throws her venom poised sharp words at me, because I know that her words are true and I can’t defend myself. She releases my hair and feels the blood circulating in my head. My eyes waters and the blindfold get wet.

Isabelle states in a bitter cold voice, “cry b***h, cry! That’s what I want. Your tears will going to pay off your debts.” She laughs like a maniac.

I clutch my fist and my nails penetrate the skin of my palms. As I hold on my anger to surpass, I feel the blood oozing out from the wounds. Why? Why should I let her do this to me when I don’t understand what happened between her and my mother? What are those secrets that my mother kept hidden away from me, from all those years? Who is my father?”

Something strikes in my mind and I ask Isabelle, “Who is my father?”

She puffs and replies, “Why? Does he matters to you? He left you and your mother after you were born. See, you are a wretched child of your parents.”

Her words attack my heart, piercing and breaking it. I can’t take it anymore, “enough!”

“What?”

“I had enough of your hatred! I have never done a single wrong thing to you, but your filthy brain is indulged in revenge. It’s not revenge, it's insanity!” I scream and before I could say another word, I feel a sudden forceful impact on my face.

The b***h punches me on the cheekbone; thankfully it did not get fractured. I focus and try to locate from where she will attack me again. She raises her hand to attack me and the proximity between us less than a meter. Taking it as an opportunity to put her down, I kick hard at her guts; I assume.

She cries and rolls on the floor. I starch my arms in the opposite direction to loosen the grip of the rope. It gave me bleeding bruises around the wrist, but I managed to release my hand. I quickly remove my blindfold and notice Isabelle on her feet, lashing at me to attack. I dodge quickly and tangle my leg between her’s.

She stumbles and trip, chipping a tooth when falls on her face. “What the f**k you did to my tooth. It aches, Ahhh!! You will pay for this!!!” she babbles and pulls out a pistol from the back.

“No more games with you b***h, you will get it hard, so suck it up tightly as this is your last breath.” Isabelle jabs while pulling the trigger. She shoots, but the bullet passes through hairs and sparing me, luckily.

I kick back at her and fight to grab the gun from her. I have things to achieve and she can’t take that from me. I dig my nails in Isabelle’s face and she loses the grip on the gun. I take the charge of the gun and slap hard that b***h.

“Give that back to me!!” she screams.

“f**k off!” I curse and kick her in the stomach and she holds on her cry when I hit her on the head with the vase.

“Ahh!!” she cries before passing out.

I tie her up in the same cold room and ran away from the place. Isabelle’s cabin is located in a stranded place, and I don’t know how to escape from here. I don’t even know what place is this? I am in Tirana, or the outskirts? All these worries intensifies my headache and I am the verge of passing out.

It took a lot for me to keeping the pace of staying awake in the middle of the deserted road. Everything seems like the déjà vu, is history repeating itself? I keep my eyes and ears open and my mind alert for any danger. I tied her up inside her place but this is not enough to stop her, infect, she will go berserk anytime she wakes up.

The sun hits my head directly in the blasting noon and it blinds my eyes almost, making it difficult to stay alert. From far away, I notice a car coming on my way. My heartbeat fastens and I imagine the same incident that happened 1 year ago.

I gulp the saliva to my dry throat and search for a place to hide. There are only big rocks where I can hide, but they are basking in hot summer noon. Finding no other option, I hide between them, and hope for the car to pass. I monitor the car as well and my eyes widen when I notice they are more than 6 cars and all are expensive luxury cars on the driveway.

The cars stop a little farther away from the place I am hiding. A few bouncers like men step out and look for something in the place. I scrunch my brow and keep my lips shut to I won’t make any noise to get detect. The sun is at its peak and I feel my body temperature going up. I feel nauseate and my eyes shutting because of heat stroke. Before my body hits the hot ground, I am saved by a pair of muscular arms.

“Shh!! Stay alert and awake! You will be fine.” His voice is like a melody to me. I pant and huff, but I can’t breathe.

Antonio puts the bottle near my lips, so I can drink the water with much effort. The cold water to dry throat feels like the rain is to a drought. I gulp the water in a single sip and push the bottle away. He puts down the bottle on the ground and look directly into my eyes.

“How did you get here?” he asks but suddenly, a bullet is fired away and its sound echo.

I scream and look of the person who aimed the bullet at us. She is no other than Isabelle, coming to us with her supply of men.

“well! Well! You are not alone anymore, kid!” Isabelle states and smirks smugly, “Mr. Mafia, I guess you are an uninvited guest in a family riot, so consider this as my request to leave us alone. This party is not for you!”

My face turns pale and I look at everyone is confusion. Antonio turns his face to me and back to Isabelle.

“mind if a say something between your intense hatred?”

“I would mind but I would like to hear your words too.” Isabelle looks determined.

“why don’t you leave the kid alone and we can set up with the running riot” Antonio passes his comment and Isabelle laughs.

“You are mistaking me with an ordinary girl like her. I am a dangerous woman and I have contacts with a big man of whole Albania.  I am giving you time to back off.” Isabelle states and pulls out her shotgun.

Antonio smirks and commands his men to attack. His guards bring out their weapon and firing up from the both sides. Antonio’s men take down Isabelle’s men with no effort. Isabelle looks devastated to see her army finished. Tears dwell in her eyes and she falls on her knees on the ground,

“Why? Why does it have to be me to suffer? Her mother took everything from me, even my husband and I can’t even take my revenge on her as she is dead now, I can’t take it anymore.”” She beats up the hot bare ground and cries loudly.

I stand rooted to my place, glaring at Isabelle’s figure dusted in sand. I am confused as earlier she said my mother kept dark secrets from me and owned a lot of money from her, but now she is saying that my mother stole her husband.

“I don’t understand what exactly you are implying, Isabelle? Earlier you mentioned that my mother owned money from you and you wanted your revenge from me, but now you are changing your words, saying my mother took your man. Clarify yourself!” I command her/

Her sobs turn into laughter and soon she acts like a lunatic. She stands up slowly from the ground and holds the gun at me. Her hands vibrate but she tries to hold it tightly, “your mother f****d my life and I will f**k yours cause" there is no other way to make you revenge taste sweeter than destroying your enemy’s child.” She smirks in a wicked way and fires a bullet.

Antonio pushes me away and I barely escaped the shot. The bullet passes near my right ear and for a while I can’t hear properly from the side. I trip and fall on the ground, but Isabelle runs to me, kicking hard on my guts.

I whimper in pain as an old wound bleeds. I manage to dodge another attack from her and give her an uppercut punch, right on her face. Isabelle cries and the gun fall down from her hands. She runs to grab it quickly, but I kick at the gun, throwing it away from her reach. She fumes and lashes at me,;

 but I throw hard punches and a reverse kick to her knees, dropping her down on the ground.

I jump on her and beat her face till I had enough, as I am about to hit a last blow on her pretty face, Antonio offers me his gun. “Shoot her.”

“What if I don’t want to?” I ask him.

He chuckles and replies, “if you will not killer now, she will kill you later.”

I turn my face to him and scrunch my brows, but he maintains his expression drop dead serious. I don’t want to kill anyone, but he is right. Isabelle tried to kill me twice and she won’t hesitate to try to kill me again. Tentatively, I take the gun from his hand and aim at Isabelle’s head. The face turns colourless as she realizes what is happening around.

I gulp the remaining saliva in my mouth, my hands tremble, but to take revenge against my enemy, I need to kill and slaughter, maybe. It took a huge load of strength from me to pull the trigger, but I did.

The bullet passes through her skull, splashing blood everywhere and staining my clothes red. The gun falls off from my hands and the tears from my eyes. Antonia pulls me before I fall and wraps his big arms around me. I stain his silk shirt with my salty tears but he did not say a word. He holds my hand and take me to his car, and drove away from the place.