My Tool For Revenge (I bought her)

Yakuza’s POV

I stared at Diana in disdain as I scoffed.

“Are you really asking me why I did all that?” I asked, smirking.

“You almost raped your blood, Yakuza. How abominable!” Clemson roared angrily.

“Shut the fuck up! Gianna, Emiliana, whatever, isn’t my daughter, so stop spouting trash”, I rebuked him.

“What do you mean Yakuza?” Clemson loosened up his grips on me.

“Why don’t you ask your mom the reason for our divorce?” I snarled at Diana.

I slowly turned to her.

“Mom, what is he talking about?” Clemson retorted confusedly.

She sighed.

“It is true Clems, Emiliana is your half sister, but that shouldn’t warrant Yakuza to do what he did”, she cried.

“You cheated on me with your ex lover, and it resulted to that forsaking bastard Gianna”, I yelled angrily in fury.

“Imp! Watch your tongue, don’t you ever in your miserable and goddamit life refer to my child as a forsaking bastard”, she warned.

I scoffed.

“And I didn’t cheat on you. From the years we have been together, what did I get from it? If not constant beating and harassment from you. We got divorced before I gave birth to Emiliana”, she explained.

“And why should you give birth to Emiliana for someone else and not me? That was why I kidnapped her from you and sold her to Miss Christa, because I wanted to get back at you for giving birth to Emiliana for someone else and not me, and I don’t fucking regret it”, I blurted, smiling mischievously.

“You are gonna remain here and die a horrible death, here in this prison. You modafucker monster”, Clemson yelled at me.

“Punk!”, Diana snapped getting up from her seat, as they turned to leave.

“Tell Gianna to meet madam Christa if she really wanna know the truth. I don’t regret being in here, at least I will form new gangs hahaha!” I laughed mischievously.

Gianna’s POV

“Yes Greg, I want you to desist from smoking. Quit the drinking. Stop killing. All those torturing of people, I need it to end too. You want to be a family man Greg? Then you need to act like one. You will have to promise never to hurt me ever again. You need to take me on dates and you dare not have sex with any other woman but me”, I told him.

He was just staring at me like someone who had just seen a ghost.

“Stop smoking? Holy crap! Cut the drinking? I’m a Mafia King for crying out loud Gianna. How can I do that?” He snapped with his eyes gradually turning red.

“If you want me the way you say I do, if you want our family to be together as badly as you say, then you will do this for me, you will do this for us”, I stated.

Greg suddenly looked torn and paled.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“It was this same mafia thing that got me caught up in between that Yakuza’s mess and many other dangers” I continued.

“I can’t imagine my child growing up to see gun everyday or maybe one day, see his father murdering someone. I can’t let my child grow under such condition and environment”, I said shaking my head.

“I know I failed to protect you then but I won’t let anything happen to our child or you again”, he said.

“Go Greg, go and think about what you really want. I don’t think you are ready for a baby that is why I didn’t want to be with you or go home with you when you asked”, I snapped at him and then went to sit back on the bed.

He sighed.

“Fine, I will leave, but I will be back babe. I can’t let you go. I did it before and I won’t now. Please be careful, and take care of our baby”, he said and leaned forward to kiss me, but I leaned backward preventing him from doing that.

He sighed again in melancholy, and then he turned and left.

Mia came back in as soon as he left. I knelt down on the floor as I began to cry. I didn’t know why I was crying but I felt I was being hard on him.

I loved him a lot and I do wanted to be with him, but I was scared… I didn’t want my child to experience all what I experienced, to pass through all that I passed through, I didn’t.

I wanted my child to grow with love and experience peace. Not to panic when stepping out of the house, to go out and to return safe. Not in between hatred, chaos and trouble.

Mia hugged me tightly as she patted my back.

“Shhh, it will be fine”, she said in a whisper.

“You did the right thing. Any woman in her right senses will think of the safety of her child first. I love you Gianna and I’m happy you will make a great mother”, Mia said as she held my hands.

I raised up my head and she helped me wipe my tears with her thumb.

“He looked hurt” I muttered.

“Yeah, he will be hurt. He loves you, I’m sure he does. He might probably be feeling guilty, thinking his past is haunting him but he has to make things right. Love isn’t just enough in every relationship. Some things have to be set before a relationship can take place”, Mia stated and I nodded my head in concurrence.

I tried not to let my emotion get the better part of me. I had to be strong for my baby’s future. I had to set things right so he or she will live a happy life.