2 (Continued....Prologue Part 2)

An hour later, Lielah felt snippy, more than snippy - murderous even. How dare they threw her and lock her away as if she was a rag doll! She had kicked the door to the point of exhaustion to no avail. She wanted to gouge these people's eyes out for even looking into her direction, much less daring to kidnap a Michelson. But where the heck was her family?!

The last time she was anywhere near kidnapped, her father had got her back in minutes and now she had been here for HOURS! With ever passing minute, her nerves grew more taut with worry. Her father was safe, wasn't he?

'Ofcourse he was'; stupid me 'He wasn't the leader of a Mafia for nothing' Lielah thought as she brought up her legs to her chest and held onto them tight. He had to be ok!

Tears stung her eyes at the possibility of something happening to her father.

She knew she was going to be safe. She wasn't just her father's daughter, but also was the god daughter of Scarlet Ambrosia, the Only female mafia ruler there ever was. Who was also a close friend of her late mother.

Messing with her was as close as it came to singing a death warrant and someone had finally did it. But who? Who was so arrogant and power hungry till the point of utter stupidity?

As a storm of bullets begin firing in the background, Lielah breathed out a sigh of relief. They were like music to her parched ears. Aunt Scarlet couldn't be here so fast with her men, she had to come all the way over from Italy which would take more than a day so it meant only one thing. Her father was here!

An unabashed gleeful smile lit up her face as she waited with bated breath for the door to open. As soon as door was forced opened and armed men with Scorpio tattoo invaded the room, Lielah jumped up in excitement, ready to meet with her father again. Someone of them were bleeding, some barely scratched but almost everyone was covered in blood of their enemies. This meant that her captors were dead. Finally!

"Where is my father?" Leilah asked with a frown when she wasn't able to spot her father anywhere among the group of men.

Slowly, Constanzo, one of her father's most trusted of people came to her, removing his mask as he placed a soothing hand over her shoulder. Lielah didn't like that; she didn't like that at all.

With intense irritation only an 14 years old could muster, Lielah threw his hand away with an angry shriek she glared daggers at him and asked him in a no nonsense tone her father used often

"I'll ask again, where IS my father?"

As she went and pulled out a gun from the nearest man standing close to her to point it at constanzo, she stopped mid step when she heard His voice.

"He's dead."