Chapter 2 Don, not Dad

VALENTINA'S POV

The car screeched to a stop, and I let out a long sigh, telling myself over and over to calm down—this was nothing new, this couldn't be much worse.

After the driver unlocked the passenger seat, I stepped out of the vehicle and straightened my everyday clothes, smoothing out any creases.

My signature black lipstick, black boots, a leather jacket, ripped pants made of leather, and a black shirt. My hair was always secured in a bun, and on my happier days, I would braid it.

I take a moment to appreciate the house's façade before making my way quickly towards it with my guards following closely behind.

When I arrived at the house's entrance, fear took hold of me. My hands started to perspire, and I felt like my throat was drying up. I knew I wasn't ready to face my father, but I had to do it now or never.

When I arrive at the sitting room, it is deserted save for the loud music coming from the speakers and television. I tell my guards to wait for me while I have a quiet conversation with my father in his bedroom.

My father enjoyed huge rooms, and I think I inherited this trait from him. After climbing the stairs two at a time, I eventually reached his bedroom, which was the largest place in the house.

"Ahh, yes Don fuck me harder, yes yes!"

When I entered my father's bedroom, that's what greeted me.

I mean, I just never get accustomed to seeing my father in the nude with girls who are either too young to be his daughters or occasionally too old to be his mothers.

Don Matteo, my father, is known for his ability to fuck anything on skirts. While he occasionally does it for fun, most of the time he does it to make a point—after all, he calls himself the Don of all Dons.

What an odd title.

I start to head for the door in an attempt to get out of this awkward situation and give them a little privacy, but to my great dismay, my father's eyes meet mine before I can move. He gives me the signal to remain motionless and, yes, you guessed it, watch him fuck a less than innocent girl.

"Ah, heavenly, we would try this another time!" He continues, "I close my eyes as he puts on his clothes because I cannot afford to see my father's nudity on my list of sins," as he climbs down from the girl.

"You can open your eyes now, Valentina," he says. I can tell he's laughing, but I don't believe him, so I open one eye, look around, and then open the other one.

The scared girl looks at him bewildered as she tries to put on her clothes, but he waves his hands in her face.

She was obviously inexperienced and uninformed about how these things operated.

"You appear to be losing sight of your identity, girl—you are nothing more than a slave. Go now, show yourself before my men; I believe they would benefit from your company. You are supposed to satiate me and another male in this home until they are no longer in need of you."

I stand there watching, hoping I could do something, anything, to help the poor girl, but I can't because I already have my problems to deal with. He waves away, dismissing her.

"But I am tired, we had sex for over six hours..." My father laughs sarcastically as she speaks, and I see her tremble. I can also feel the effect of his malicious laughter, making my skin crawl.

"Are you challenging me, how dare you worthless piece of shit challenge my authority in my cabal, are you high on drugs?"

The girl makes the biggest mistake by falling on her knees, to which he laughs loudly.

I would wager my life that this woman would not survive to see the light of day because my father enjoys seeing people who are weak.

"I'm sorry Don, please forgive me, I wasn't thinking when I said those words..."

Go tell your useless parents in hell to save it, useless pig!

After two gunshots to the head, she was gone.

I watched, tears welling up in my eyes. She was healthy and hearty just a minute ago, and despite her weakness, she had dreams for the future. In short, she had everything it took to succeed in the outside world, but my father squandered her life that way.

I mean, I've seen people slaughtered, their intestines torn apart, and I've killed thousands of people, and I will kill more at my father's request, so I know I should be used to this, but...

Death has a terrible edge to it that I find inexplicable.

"Useless rat talking back at me, such nonsense, can you imagine the temerity of this slave, my baby?" He questioned in a tone that was meant to soothe me but instead made me feel more anxious.

"She deserved it Sir Matteo, no one disrespects the Don and goes scout-free, the men will do the needful Dad" .

"Haven't I told you not to call me that young lady!" I instantly apologize as he thunders.

My cold-blooded father would much rather be called the Don than the title most fathers would die for. He claims he never wanted to have children, but since I arrived at the perfect moment, he was forced to embrace me.

As I looked him in the eye and said, "Forgive my stupidity, Don, it was just a slip of the tongue, I assure you, it won't happen again," he looked at me like I was made of dirt or trash, and I felt completely useless at that point.

"You're so useless and incompetent just like that stupid mother of yours, I fucking told her I didn't want you but she didn't listen, you're so stupid, Valentina!" With a furious spit in my face, I retreated two paces.

"Now follow me into the room!"