The mafia se-duction episode 7

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Episode 7

šŸ’Isadora’s POVšŸ’

It’s late, or if you want to be precisely accurate then it’s really early. 2 am to be exact. I should be asleep but Im buzzing. I can’t believe I’m in an actual relationsh!p. 6ft 2, sun k!$$Ā£d tattooed skin, golden honey eyes, muscles that make you drool and a bit of a spanish accent…. and he’s all mine? …… Yes. All mine. Laying in be-d, high on happiness, I hear frantic ban-ging on my door, then I hear my name.

“Isadora!…. Isadora open the door! It’s Javier!”

Javier? What the hell is he doing here? I shoot out of be-d and answer the door. I open it to reveal a blood splattered Javier breathing heavy. Why is there blood on him!?

“What the fvĀ¢k Javier!? Why is there blood on you!? What happened!?”

“You nee-d to come with me right now!” He screamed, gr-abbing my arm ha-rd and yanking me out of my ap@rtment.

“Javier stĀ©p! That hurts!” I yank free and he stĀ©ps, turning angrily back towards me.

“Rafael was sh0t. They’re removing the bullet from his shoulder as we speak. He wants you at the house where it’s safe. Dont worry about your things, just come with me right now.” He grits his teeth and gr-abs my arm again, ha-rder this time. Digging his nails into the soft p@rt of my arm. I’m so absorbe-d in the fact that my arm is hurting, it didn’t sink in that Rafael was fvĀ¢king sh0t! By who!? Why!?

“You’re hurting me Javier, let go!” I scream. We get to a vehicle parked sideways in the parking lot. Tre-ad marks littered the pavement.

“Get in.” He spat angrily. I get in and buckle my seat belt just before he peels out of the parking lot… ma-king the tires scream.

– The Montez Mansion –

He was silent the whole way here. He never once looked at me. I didnt nee-d to ask if he was mad cause he showed it very clearly. I ru-b my arm where he gr@bbĀ£d me and felt the little nail indentations sting when I tĀ©uƧhed them. He pu-lls into the driveway and gets out of the car, slamming the door ha-rd . I follow him.

“Why was he sh0t Javier? Who sh0t him?”

“We dont know who sh0t him, but he was sh0t because of you! Someone tried to take out my brother because he just cant seem to stay away from you! Just some floozy waitress that works at his str!p club!” He screamed. WHAT!? He was sh0t because of me? I don’t know anyone around here! Who would care that much about who I’m with? I have no family and the only friends I have are happy for me. I walked up and sl@pped him ha-rd . How dare he fvĀ¢king blame me for this! I would never want Rafael hurt! I couldn’t hold them back any longer. I wanted to let the tears flow but I was too mad to breakdown just yet.

“Don’t you dare blame me for this! I have nothing to do with Rafael being sh0t! I would never want to see him hurt! So, puedes tomar esa actitud sucia tuya y empujarla por el culo! (You can take that filthy attitude of yours and shove it up your as-s!) No me pong@s a prueba, puta.” (Dont test me, bit-ch.)

“Javier Ramiro Montez!” Javier and I turn to see Gabriella glaring at him. She was fuming. Then my eyes shift to a teary eyed Mirella clinging to her leg. Her eyes were puffy and red. Poor baby, this is hitting her the ha-rd est. “If you say one more hurtful thing to that girl, I will personally make sure you feel everything your brother is experiencing right now.” That….. was the scariest threat I’ve ever heard. Her tone was low and eerily calm. He bec@mĀ£ a submissive little puppy in less than a second. He lowered his head. “Get your as-s in the house. Clean yourself up and go to your room. Do not come out unless I say so!”

“MOM!” He screamed and puffed out his che-st. Oh $h!t. Am I about to witness a murder, on tĀ©p of getting news that my bĀ©yfriĀ£ndwas just sh0t because he is with me? What the fvĀ¢k has my life turned into? Gabriella went dead silent. She stood there glaring white h0t daggers at him. “I’m twenty three years old! I’m not a child anymore, so stĀ©p talking to me like one!”

Gabriella’s eyes wi-de-ned. In one swift motion, she took off her two and a half inch heel, gr@bbĀ£d the back of his nĀ£Ā¢k and using the heel as a handle, beat the hell out of him with the ball of her shoe.

“IF…. YOU… EVER, talk to me like that again I will put a bullet in your leg! Just I did Rafael when he back talked me! I am your mother boy! You will show me some respect! I brou-ght you into this world and I will have no problem taking you out! Now get your as-s in the house!” She screamed and reared her hand back as if to hit him again. Mirella was now fully crying, holding onto her stuffed tiger. Gabriella waited until Javier was out of sight before turning to tend to Mirella. Picking her up and patting her back. “Shhh baby girl. None of that was directed at you. Don’t cry my princess.” She cooed, then turned to me. “Isadora darling, come on in. Mirella, Case, Johnny and myself were about to head to the hospital to see Rafael.”

“I want to come. I want to see him.” I said. She smiled.

“Of course sweetheart. We’re taking the black SUV right there. plea-se take Mirella and buckle her in for me dear. I’ll go get the boys.”

“What about Javier?”

“Oh he will see his brother soon enough. He’s staying here.” She said handing me Mirella. As soon as she was in my arms she wouldn’t let me go. Clingling to me like a baby monkey to its mother. I sat the whole ride to the hospital with her on my l@p, facing me and hvgging me ha-rd . Not that I minded. Poor baby is probably confused and just looking for comfort. Even when getting to the hospital she still had a death grip around me. Gabriella tried to take her a few times but Mirella would scream and cry when she tĀ©uƧhed her.

We walk into the waiting room and see Emiliano and his brothers all sitting, not saying a word. Gabriella still fuming over Javier went straight for Emiliano.

“Emiliano! You better teach that son of yours some respect!” She shouted.

“Which one mi amor?” (My love)

“Javier! He pu-ll-ed up to the house, screamed at Isadora and told her it was her fault Rafael was sh0t!”

“What!?” He shouted. Before he could say more, a nurse walks into the room.

“Montez family? You can see him now.” She said, leading us down the hall to his room. With Mirella still clinging to me, I walk in last. He’s sitting up with a thick bandage wra-pped over his shoulder. “There was no permanent damage. You will make a full recovery. Don’t do anything strenuous for the next few days or you will undo your stitches.”

“Thank you.” He nods. As soon a Mirella heard his voice she jumped out of my arms and ran straight to him.

“Santi!” She yelled, climbing onto the be-d and throwing her tiny arms around his nĀ£Ā¢k. He winced a little when she bu-mped into his shoulder, but he wra-pped his other arm around her and held her as she cried.

“Don’t cry Mirella. I’m alright. I’m not going anywhere.” She only sobbe-d ha-rder. “Hey… look at me princess.” She straightened up and wiped her nose. “What have I always told you?” She sniffled. Her breathing ragged and glitchy.

“That… you’ll never leave me.” She said. He nodded.

“I will never leave my princess.” He smiled. She smiled back and sat down in his l@p, clinging to him. When he spĀ©tted me he smiled but…. I couldn’t. My heart broke seeing him like this. The pain and pressure building behind my eyes was nothing compared to my heart breaking. He was sh0t because of me. I bur-st into tears and sprinted out of the room and down the hall.

– 30 Minutes Later –

– In The Waiting Room –

“Isadora?” Emiliano called softly as he walked out of the heavy double doors. He sighed and sat down next to me. We sat in silence for a few moments as I tried not to cry again. “This was not your fault.”

“Javier said….”

“Javier will be delt with when I get home and he’s wrong. You are not the cause of this.” He placed his hand on my back.

“I shouldnt have run off like that but, I couldn’t face him.” I said shamefully looking down at my feet.

“You’re in shock. Rafael un-derstands that. He’s not upset at all. In fact, out of all of us, Mirella is the most upset. She’s crying again because she accidentally bu-mped into his should and hurt him a little. He’s doing his best to calm her down.” He chuckled. I tried my best to smile, but it faded as soon as it appeared. “Do not tell Rafael that I told you this but, my son loves you.” All sound stĀ©pped. All the air was su-cked out of the room and my lungs felt as though they were coll@psing. He loves me? “I’m sorry, I know this probably putting you into shock even further but….” He was cut off by a deafening scream that shook the walls. It was Rafael.

“HE DID WHAT!?”

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