Wrapped in secrets and dangers, Molly was raised in a rare manner for someone growing up within the mafia, like a donkey oblivious to any danger, I would say. At 17, the youngest of Caio and Matheus, professional killers in service to the late Don Teodoro who was all the trouble there, she was an enigma to her brothers. Despite growing up in the shadow of crime, she remained oblivious to the family's business, an innocence that deeply worried them.
Raised in isolation, Molly was a young woman of medium height, adorned with long brown hair framing her angelic face. Her eyes, though carrying the naivety of youth, concealed a sharp intelligence and uncommon insight. It was as if, behind the facade of an inexperienced young woman, there existed a perceptive soul ready to blossom.
As the daughter of the mafia madam, her mother harbored the desire for her to secure a good man who would protect her within the mafia, much as she had done herself, shaping her into a beautiful, vain, and attractive young lady. Her mother raised her to be a perfect bride and nothing more, which could be considered madness, and was indeed considered so by her father and brothers, but they did not oppose the upbringing of the madam Matilde, even though they felt uneasy about how she made everything seem like a bed of roses. But now, what would she do in the imminent hunt for her family, where even Molly could be killed?
Molly was numb to everything that was happening, until she witnessed her family's preparation for an imminent departure, unaware of what was happening behind closed doors. It was torture for her to be kept out, and the anguish of being excluded was consuming her bitterly.
"What a pain! Why do they never tell me anything?" Molly grumbled as she passed through each door, her brown eyes burning with curiosity.
Downstairs, her father paced back and forth, restlessness evident on his face. Molly sneaked into the living room, watching her brothers Caio and Matheus frantically packing their bags.
"Dad knows what will happen if we stay. We have to leave before the war starts," Caio whispered, his voice laden with fear despite his attempt to disguise it. At 24, he was the middle brother and had a little more experience in the mafia world.
"I know," Matheus confirmed indifferently, the eldest and grumpiest son at 30. Neither of the brothers had married yet, having managed to escape arranged marriages arranged by the family, even though they were advantageous. "We should have allied with another mafia," he suggested, casting a dark look at Caio.
"You know that means death unless it was an ally. But the only ally we had is the one who is going to start killing everyone because of Teodoro's billion-dollar debt."
"That scoundrel!" Caio growled, slamming his fist on the table.
"But we are cautious, we won't wait for them to close all the loopholes," Matheus grumbled as he organized his bags,
unaware of the sister watching him from the crack of the door.
"Come in, little sister," he invited gently, revealing that he had seen her. Matheus, although strict with everyone, was kind to Madson molly, his only weakness. She was his soft spot.
Madson timidly met his gaze before entering the room.
"I've told you not to lurk," he reprimanded her, but soon enveloped her in a tight hug that made her complain of pain. Matheus was tall and strong like a soldier, and his tattoos Hidden beneath the dress shirt only heightened his dark aura. His face was usually grumpy, but he always made an effort to smile at his sister. Caio, the younger brother, wasn't much different, just a bit leaner with a gentler expression. Both adored Madson.
"What's going on?" Madson asked, sitting on the bed to help fold the still stacked clothes.
"Actually, it's what's going to happen," Matheus corrected, returning to empty the wardrobe.
"Hey, little peach," said Caio, the younger brother, rising from the armchair and sitting beside her on the bed. He leaned his face into her hair and sniffed. "Ah... This is it! It's an incredible smell, makes me want to bite and tear a piece off," he said seriously, making Madson take him seriously.
"Oh! You can't do that!"
"But the smell of this fruit... Mom has to stop stocking up on this shampoo. One day, you'll be cannibalized," he said, holding back his laughter.
"This is my favorite, you guys always complain," grumbled Madson, sulking.
"Usually it smells like crap; sometimes it makes me feel nauseous, and other times, I feel like peach is my favorite fruit, but I don't even eat this fruit," commented Matheus without looking at them.
"Uhm... I've never eaten peach either. Seems to be a difficult fruit around here."
"But, on the other hand, you smell from head to toe," Caio added, still holding his sister's hair over his nose.
"Mom gives you a lot of these creams. Can you smuggle some for me?" Caio asked.
"They're for girls."
"I know, if I get some of those, I'll definitely think of which girl I can give them to. Maybe my future wife," Caio said thoughtfully, as if he already had someone in mind.
"Just buy some different ones. Imagine having a wife with the smell of your sister, it sounds scary," she confessed, shivering.
"True, maybe I'll order one as good from the same place Mom ordered yours," Caio commented, and Matheus glanced at him disapprovingly. He knew that the products Molly used weren't by chance, and he even wanted to throw them all away.
"We know they're not available here in Brazil. Ever since you said you liked them, our madame always buys them in bulk for you, perfumes and creams with that scent."
"True, the supplier of that is so mysterious, it would definitely be a good gift for someone I wanted to marry?"
"Are you in love, little brother?" Matheus asked in a slow and cautious voice, squeezing Caio's shoulder, making him wriggle in pain as if he had said something wrong.
"No...!" Caio yelled, pulling his brother's big hand off his shoulder as if it were a hook. "I'm not thinking about that right now... Let go!" he tried to break free feeling that grip hurt his muscle.
"Theus! Let go!" Molly asked, also trying to remove Matheus's hand, helping her brother. But they didn't have the strength against that intimidating two-meter-tall man.
"Okay... But marriage is a forbidden topic here," Matheus concluded, obeying his sister's request.
"It's happened!" their father shouted, bursting into the room. The siblings fell silent. "All accounts have been frozen; the southern mafia is starting to hunt our heads," he warned, trembling, trying to keep calm.
"Everything is ready, let's just leave," Matheus announced emotionlessly, grabbing his rifle from the top of the wardrobe and handing one to his brother as well. "Call the staff to bring down the suitcases. We'll leave in the armored car to the basement; if they've frozen the accounts, we can't leave the city."
"Matheus, we can't leave the city; they've already closed everything. I don't know how many days we'll be able to stay hidden. I'll be one of the first to be hunted down for being Teodoro's right-hand man."
"After all, is it just the southern mafia starting a war?" he asked thoughtfully, while Caio and Molly just listened in silence. Lincoln, father of the three present, was Teodoro's underboss and therefore successor, but due to the capo's debt, the southern mafia was demanding the lives of everyone in his organization.
"Yes, that's what they've informed."
"So the mafia from the eastern city won't join them, right?"
"You know they won't, after all, there's something they're very interested in our family..." he interrupted himself, swallowing hard as he looked at Molly. She was too close and couldn't know the reason why the eastern mafia wouldn't attack, which had everything to do with her.
"So, because of the alliance that was supposed to be formed, he decided not to get involved? Interesting," Matheus murmured, swallowing hard without delving too much into the subject.
"Still, he won't protect us because the alliance wasn't formed. The eastern mafia is the most influential in all organizations. If we had the free transit seal from the Seagreme family that they freely carry, we could just present it and be free from this place," her father grumbled.
"The free transit seal?"
"Yes! The seal made with the ring of the Seagreme family crest, those who rule the whole city and can go from one place to another, granting this privilege to all who trust them."
"That maniac who's about to become the mafia capo? The one you would give our..." Matheus fell silent again cautiously, but Molly was already curious.
"Let's think about it and get in touch, if..."
"No!" Matheus interrupted Lincoln, none of the brothers agreed with the father's decision.
"But if we give her up, he would give us the seal and we could leave!" his father argued desperately.
"She's not a bargaining chip, our deal is one and you'll stick to it until the end."
"Father, we're not going to accept doing that. So, you better fight!" Caio asserted, handing a rifle to his father, hitting against his chest. Madson didn't understand what was happening. For a moment, she stared at those three heavily armed men, at the same time they stared at her seriously. She could barely imagine what could be, but she thought about the transit seal.
Chapter 2:"Daughter, my little flower, could you please step out for a moment? Wait outside," her father kindly requested. Madson's expression darkened as if she suspected it had something to do with her. Without arguing, she left and headed to her mother's room, remaining indifferent to the topic of men."You're not giving her away; neither of us is married, and you can only do that when one of us gets married," Matheus reminded her confidently."You're doing this on purpose!" her father shouted, pounding on the door of the cramped room."Let's just stick to the plan; if we leave now, we won't have to confront anyone.""You can go!" a female voice followed. Matilde opened the door, entered the room, and brought Madson in by the hand."Don't tell me you're still going to work as a pimp?" Matheus asked incredulously."Of course I am! My account was the only one not blocked. If you haven't noticed, I have to support three grown men and my princess, who, by the way, also hasn't had her
Chapter 3 Almost CaughtMolly jumped out of bed, throwing all the suspicious items away before her mother could notice."Mom, is something wrong?" she asked as soon as her mother entered, visibly nervous."Have you delivered all the packages?" Matilde asked, showing concern."Yes.""Let's go!" she announced, pulling her hurriedly as if they were fleeing.Madson had no idea what was happening. They headed to the car and drove off at high speed. Her mother kept her eyes on the road through the rearview mirror, making sure no one was following them. Madson just shrunk into her seat, frightened, without asking anything else."It seems like someone is following us," Molly suggested, alarmed."Damn it!" Matilde exclaimed upon seeing a motorcycle behind them. "Here!" she threw the phone into Molly's lap. "Call Matheus, now!"Madson complied without questioning. Then, she received a piece of fabric thrown onto her face."Are those the men who want to kill our family?" she asked, frightened, w
Chapter 4: Until They Let Me Go!"It's unacceptable to see you going to that place alone, you're only 17, barely able to defend yourself!" her father admonished vehemently."Family..." Matilde murmured with her head down, apprehensive. Everyone stared at her, waiting to understand what was wrong. "There's something else you don't know..." she bit her lip, lacking the courage to speak."What are you trying to say?" Lincoln asked suspiciously, shifting his attention to his wife."Someone has to go there, we have no other choice. The card, the money... the passports, everything was left behind in the rush," she commented with heavy breath."We have no one else here but us," Caio added."Lisaura is trustworthy," Matheus pondered."She is, but the safe only opens by fingerprint and... the only ones with registered fingerprints are me and Madson," Matilde concluded."Then it's settled! I'll go get what's needed," Molly offered without hesitation, as if she were a soldier ready for battle."
The next day, the same old story repeated itself. Matheus was adamant about not letting her go, while Lincoln stayed updated on the hunt, soon the whole family agreed except Matheus, still after much torment from Molly he agreed and allowed her to go."So I can solve this with that assassin instead of Lisaura and get the ring," she thought as the second possibility in case the first one didn't work out."Tomorrow early in the morning, you leave, it's the safe hour, Mom! Make sure to dress her in more decent clothes than that rustic low-cut dress, do we have a peasant at home? She can't go like that and look like a male fetish," Matheus asserted."What's a fetish?" Molly asked confused."That's why you shouldn't go like that," he warned, indifferent.The sun hadn't even risen yet, and Madson was already up wandering around the house anxiously, her brother was no longer in the room, often she heard noises in the arsenal room they had made in the basement, her brother Caio still slept as
Chapter 5: Disguising as a ProstituteAs soon as their figures disappeared on the horizon, she dashed towards Lisaura's room. The doorknob almost yielded under the force of her impatient fingers, but the door was locked."I'm coming!" Lisaura alarmed, forcefully opening the door. "Molly?" she exclaimed in surprise, seeing the girl's panicked face, which seemed to have aged years in minutes."What's happening?" Molly asked, entering the room and frantically examining everything. On Eloah's bed, the clothes she would wear were neatly arranged, along with the wig. "Are you meeting this wolf today?""Yes..." Lisaura replied, her voice dragging, the weight of guilt and fear pressing down on her shoulders. "But what are you doing here? The madam fled, and you're risking yourself.""I needed to ask you something," announced Molly without delay, her voice choked with anguish."What do you want?" Lisaura saw the girl's fearful gaze shift to the bed, picking up the wig and staring at the prosti
Chapter 6: First Time in a Man's RoomMolly's heart pounded hard, a drum echoing in her chest. She clenched her fists, focusing on containing the nausea rising up her throat.Curious glances followed her, some laden with disapproval, others merely intrigued. Molly ignored them all, her mind holding only one thought, her goal in sight. A dangerous figure she needed to find at all costs."That pink wig!" exclaimed a gravelly voice, a short man in a white suit and black hat, teeth adorned with gold and expensive rings. His appearance made Molly's stomach churn. "Eloah! What a surprise, come with me, the boss changed rooms this time," he announced, while Molly silently thanked her luck as some men leered at her from head to toe. "When are we going to have fun again? You know I can pay much more than that spoiled Playboy upstairs, don't you?" he asked, leading the way, but Molly only managed a forced smile, and he seemed to expect no response."Uh, the men around here really covet you, but
6.1 Taken by the MafiosoSuddenly, he pulled her up, embracing her from behind. This time she could feel with precision his rigid member brushing between her legs, while his hands held her chin, keeping her face tilted towards the ceiling as she felt his hot breath on her neck. It was as if she was being intoxicated by his scent when it invaded her nostrils, at the same time as he ripped off her intimate piece, leaving her exposed.The fear that he would force her was so intense that she barely noticed he had lingered close to her ear, exhaling his scent. His pupils dilated, and he withdrew his erection, making her breathe a sigh of relief, thinking he had given up. However, he merely turned her around, pulling her onto the bed, sitting her on his lap. Between her legs, Molly could see the top of his flushed member; she squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment—it was the first time she had seen a man in that way."That perfume... Familiar," he grunted, then laid her on the bed, facing
Chapter 7. Finally the ring of freedom."So?" Braston inquired upon his return, finding Molly's icy gaze upon him. The mask still covered her face, intensifying the young woman's repulsion. To her, he was just a pile of muscles, flaunting a tattoo on his arm that stirred nebulous memories in her mind, still indecipherable."I don't know what you want," she retorted, coldly, turning her face away to avoid eye contact."From now on, you can come as often as you like. You know I always pay well," Braston suggested, picking up the envelope from the table and extending it to her. Molly just took it, without any enthusiasm, her fingers brushing his briefly. The envelope would be delivered to Lisaura, who needed the money.At that moment, Molly felt like the dirtiest person in the world. Revulsion ran through her body as she held the envelope, the temptation to throw it in Braston's face was strong. But fear overpowered her, for she knew who that man was."So... I guess I need to leave. How