Mafia Desire (Erotica) novel Chapter 7

7

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Andrews POV

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Three Years Ago...

"You're so pretty, Dalia," I cooed to Dalia, who was in my arms.

She just laughed and began to play with my shirt.

Dalia was the one blessing God had bestowed upon me; she was my light. Even if I were a bad person, I would never let Dalia see me like that.

My father was the leader of our gang, which was known as the largest and most dangerous gang in the United States. I didn't want to be in a gang; all I wanted was a normal high school experience, but as soon as I graduated from high school last year, my father made me his second In command.

I've been trained and instructed on what to do when my father hands over the gang to me. I had my first fighting lesson when I was five years old, and I've had two-hour lessons twice a day ever since.

My father taught me how to hold a gun and shoot around the age of 14, when I had mastered fighting and defending myself. He agreed to let me get my first tattoo after I hit my first target at target practice.

I enjoyed getting tattoos because I enjoyed the pain I felt when the ink was applied to my skin. I'm not suicidal; I just don't feel anything.

That was the third thing my father taught me: I couldn't connect with people and shouldn't have feelings for anyone. When I asked if he loved my mother, he said he did, but he would shoot her if she betrayed him. He said I was weak if I had a second thought about shooting someone.

I dropped all my friends and only fucked girls after he told me that, and then dropped them the next day. I never wanted to have second thoughts about killing someone who would betray me. But then Dalia appeared and transformed me. She was the one person who would never judge me and who I could never hurt.