Page 71 of Solace

My skin crawled.

Papa took a few steps towards me when he stopped. “I personally don’t care what he does to you.” His words were cutthroat and my heart sunk into the pit of my stomach.

“What?” I said surprised and pained.

“I don’t care what he does to you. Just like I don’t care that you are right now being held at knife point with the possibility of losing a boob,” Papa stated almost like he couldn’t be bothered,

I sucked in a deep breath.

“Tell her the truth,” I heard Antonio say. I shot him a glance, unsure what he was talking about.

“What truth?” I asked as Ricco kept the knife where it was with him hiding behind my body, typical of him shielding behind someone else.

Papa stood there his expression dejected, my tummy coiled waiting for him to tell me whatever it was I needed to know.

“Come on, share your story,” Ricco said patronising. “I like a good story, don’t you Daniella?”

“Your mother was a whore. Is that what you want me to tell her?” I heaved my breath and felt everything inside me curdle. “She was nothing but a cheating bitch who quite frankly, I am pleased is gone and dead. She did nothing but open her legs to whoever entertained her,” papa cursed.

“You don’t mean that,” I cried.

“I do. I was sick of her, acting all fucking sweet and innocent, when really, she whored herself out. I hated her, I hated everything about that bitch,” he raged.

Shocked to the way my papa spoke of my mamma his wife.

“She thought I never knew; she thought I walked around with my fucking eyes shut; she was mistaken. You need to hear more, daughter,” he emphasised the last word.

“You need to listen to this he’s getting to the good part,” Ricco mumbled excited in my left ear.

“I called my men to go after her and make sure she never came home. I authorised her killing. Her and fucking Paul, they both deserved all they got, she was fucking him behind my back. I wasn’t standing for that shit,” Papa announced as my jaw dropped to the floor.

“Oh, isn’t this amazing,” Ricco chanted.

“What?” I asked in heartbreak and disbelief.

“I killed them. I authorized the hit,” he said with no emotion.

My entire body went limp. I stared at my papa seeing there was no remorse in his eyes, he was pleased, it had been an achievement that she was gone. And he set it all up.

“That day you didn’t allow me to go out with them,” I remembered.

“Yes. And why do you think that?” he cursed.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as the pain and the heartache all came flooding back.

“Why? Why?” I cried.

“She was a whore. I got my men to ambush her, take her off the road and then the delight of shooting them down, making sure they both would never come back. I didn’t wish to see that bitch or that man, again,” papa said without regret.

“You shot her?”

“Yes, and even better she was expecting his fucking kid,” he said proudly.

“No, no, oh my God, no,” I wept as my knees crumbled and I fell to the floor as Ricco did his best to keep a firm hold of me.

My heart was heard beating in my ear drum. My mamma was pregnant, and he killed an innocent baby, he killed Paul a man who was a better than my papa by a mile.

“You evil fucking bastard,” I screamed as I kneeled on the floor. “You evil bastard,” I cried out as the pain was far too much to take, stealing my breathe, my heart and my well-being to live another day. My blood boiled, my rage and anger were unbearable with heartbreak. That man gloated about killing my mamma her unborn baby and Paul. “You fucking asshole,” I yelled at the top of my voice ready to smack him in the face.