Kayla Santino.

Trigger warning:mention of rape and abuse

I adjusted my blonde wig in my car's mirrow just to make sure everything is in place.I want this mission to go as perfect as possible.My green lens went well with the wig and with the heavy make up added on my face, i look completely diffrent.

He won't recognise me.I painted my lips a deep red to add on my made up look,and no doubt it's eyecatching.My red little dress is long enough to cover the holster holding my gun and switchblade knives securely.

The cold night air hits me with force making goosebumps to appear on my soft skin as i exit the comfort of my car.

Adjusting my black long coat,i make my way to 'Moreno's Den' a club known for VIP's from the mafia and other famous business moguls.

It's no place for less fortunates.Perfect for doing dirty and no one gives a fuck.

I magestically step in the club with calculated slow steps making sure to add a sway on my hips as i examine the environment. My heels clicks noisly on the floor attracting the horny eyes of the men who came to do whatever. The loud music blearing through the speakers makes this place more qualifying for what am here to do tonight.

I ignore the eyes trailing on me because tonight only one person will be blessed with my company.And according to my informant, he's probably already here or yet to arrive.Today it's just him and i have all the time in the world to wait for that special someone.

Travis fucking Santiago.

I ease myself on the high bar stool and order for a whiskey,keeping my eyes at the entrance because he has not arrived yet.I don't want to miss out on him whatsoever.

I swirl the brown liquid on my tongue loving how if burns my taste buds down to my throat.

To think this liquid could save me,i was highly mistaken because it did nothing but give me horrible hungovers and headaches every morning, and yet, the horrible feelings still came back doubled.I hope tonight will make me feel better.

Am here to feel better.

In our world,we live by the notion kill or be killed.Its the matter of survival to the fittest,and being my father's only daughter am not an exeption.Its a world they don't give a fuck if you are a woman or a child provided their twisted hunger is satisfied.

6 months ago a man named Grayson scott,my father's rival, kidnapped me to get back at him.Apparently,i mark his words ' The best way to hurt someone is by hurting someone closer to their heart" and to my father am his only family,and he doesn't fail to show how much i am closer to his heart.

The man grayson,also an american mafia boss wanted an alliance with my father but he rejected his offer because the man is pure evil.He does every kind of sick shit.From trafficking women and forcing them to prostitution which he himself does too,raping women is no big deal to him.

My dad didn't want that kind of business,he only specialises in guns and drugs.

So the old fucker started stealing my dads shipments and when he retaliated he got mad and kidnapped me,tortured me and had his men take rounds at me,after taking my innocence himself.Just so to hurt my dad and i can attest he did.But he hurt me more than one can ever imagine.

I was hopelessly tied on a metal chair in a wet cold cell crying and begging while they had their fun.It was the most hard two weeks of my life.I thought i could die and at that time i begged them to kill me but they laughed at my tears instead.

They kept me hungry for days,that cell was awful.It still makes my skin crawl when i think about it.It smelt of dried blood and it was foul.Anytime i tried sleeping they would wake me up with damn cold water.My body was buttered and weak.

Did they care? No

Instead it amused them.I would watch them take photos and videos everytime they abused me.Do you know what they did with them? They sent them to my father.

Sick fuckers.

After they've had enough with my body,they decided to get rid of me by selling me.Yes,they're that twisted.By good luck i was rescued by my future husband whom i haven't met yet.

I was exhausted and passed out so when i woke up in the hospital bed i was told he's the one who saved me, story for another day.

I have been to therapy after therapy but non of it worked.I spend most of my time training to keep my mind off things but to no avail.Everytime i close my eyes i see them ripping my clothes,i hear their obnoxious laughters in my head.

Fucking maniacs.

I turned to sleeping pills but they make it worse because they still haunt my dreams.I always wake up screaming with a sweaty body and a servere headaches.They really fucked me up.

Everything just didn't work out.Fuck, i almost did drugs and contemplated on suicide but my dad was always around to stop it.I fucking hated anything male,they made my body irk and i always kept my distance.

Words can't explain the trauma and depression i suffered.

My father and his army was ready to tear them apart but i told him no.I only beleive that unless i see them beg me to stop,until i hear them howling in pain,until they look in my eyes and tell me sorry,until i see their tears and see them suffer,i would never be fine again.

Taking them to hell one by one is the only cure i have to be sane again.I want them to taste the venom they created.Only then,my life will be back to normal.Even though i will never get back what i lost.

I have spend the last 3 months learning everything about them.From their families to their mistresses.I learned their schedules and every single detail in their pathetic lives.I know where their warehouses are located,their mansions and the clubs they attend and when they do attend.

The three fuckers who are much older to be my dad's think they got their victory because nothing has happened to them so far.Too bad it is always calm before the storm.

And today will be stormy for Travis Santiago,40 years. 3rd in command to Grayson scott,never married,no kids.Lives alone in a penthouse in LA.

The fucker loves anything in skirt,he has multiple sexual relations that i can't even count.Of course he's into younger women.My advantage, because it makes him an easy target.

That brings us here.To taste the sweetness of revenge and hopefully my cure.

Twisted? i don't give a fuck.

They messed me up and am going to return the favour by messing them up too.

Speaking of the devil,he walks in accompanied by his guards who sadly won't save his ass tonight.I adjust my cleavage to make it more obvious.The sucker will fall.

He comes towards the bar and i pretend i wasn't even aware he's here.Time to test my acting skills.

I take a slow sip from my glass and revel in its taste,good thing am not a light weight and i cut alcohol intake since three months ago.Its just that i have to blend in this place and i will look out of place taking water in a fucking club.

I feel his presence beside me and definitely his eyes on my ample cleavage. Bingo.

"Hey beautiful" the familiar voice says.I can tell that voice from anywhere.I spend two weeks of my life hearing it.Begging in my mind not to hear it again but i heard it over and over anyways.

"Hey there" i act interested.

"Do you mind if i sit here?" no i need you closer and definitely not around all this people.

" Not at all,help yourself" I take another sip giving him a side glance.He motions for his guards to get away and i secretly smirk.First mistake.

He sits on the chair next to mine scooting so fucking closer,he's disgusting but i give him what looks like a charming smile regardless.I had to practice this smile for 10 minutes before i left my house, and from the looks of it i got it right.

He smiles slyly at me and i feel like puking " So what's a beautiful thing like you doing here alone ?" Thing? of course they always see women as objects they can use however they want.Sick bastards.But this 'beautiful thing' is here to make sure you arrive to hell safely.

"Oh you know,to have some fun,just looking for a good time" i lead him on.

He smirks victoriously "I am here for a good time too, i hope we can help each other on that" he suggests and i pretend to check him out and nothing on his pathetic old body impresses me but i smile seductively anyhow" not bad,at all" Geez, everything about his wrinkly fuck is bad.

"What's your name beautiful" Oh! you know my name,infact you know both of my names and my father's too. " Am layla" i lie smoothly.

He nods checking me out his eyes lingering on my breasts longer.Power of push up bras " What's yours" i ask to distract his horny eyes from my body because it brings me sick memories." Oh! it's Travis" Of course fuckface, i knew that already.

"How about we get out of here? there are rooms upstairs ?" he suggests the corner of his lips streching in a wide smirk.

Fucking finally.

Always so easy when they think with their fucked up horny dicks.

I drown the remaining liquor in my glass in one gulp which he insists on paying,looking at me with amused eyes.

Yes fucker,this face is the last you are going to see so you better not forget it.

"Ready" i fakely chirp and he smiles leading the way upstairs.

I smirk following him closely,

Blindly walking to your death because of what? a pussy?