Kayla Santino.(Trigger warning:mention of rape and abuse)I revised my blonde wig in my car's mirror to make sure everything is in position. I want this mission to go as accurate as possible. My green lens goes well with the wig and with the heavy make-up added to my face, I look completely different.He won't recognise me. I painted my lips a deep red to add to my made-up look, and no doubt it's eye-catching. My red little dress is long enough to cover the holster holding my gun and my switchblade knives securely.The cold night air hits me with force making goosebumps 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 VIPs from the mafia and other famous business moguls. It's no place for the less fortunate, perfect for doing dirty because no one gives a fuck.I majestically step into the club with slow calculated steps making sure to add a sway on my hips as I examine the environment. My heels cl

Kayla.I wake up screaming like every other morning. My body is all sweaty and tired, also add a headache that.Great.Taking a lot of water and painkillers every morning has become my often thing to do. I just wish I had other ways of dealing with this, I want to be normal again. I crave my old self and am gonna get that back even if it's the last thing I do.I just need a little more time. They say time heals, so am giving time an opportunity, I sigh dragging myself to the bathroom for my morning routine.Yesterday I arrived at midnight and my dad was worriedly waiting for me. I know he doesn't agree with me and my thirst for revenge, he feels like it's his responsibility to take care of me, but am a grown-ass woman now and this is my fight. I want to be the one to make them pay.He feels responsible for what happened and blames himself for it. Every time I scream and wake up from nightmares the look in his eyes makes my heart clench. It hurts him to see me this way but there is noth

The chilly morning of new york city does nothing to soothe my skin, which is drizzling with sweat as I aggressively hit the punching bag. My breath comes out in pants and I feel my strength fading away.The sky is covered with dark grey clouds, the aftermath of yesterday's storm. I found myself in the gym at 5 am and I have been hitting this bag relentlessly for an hour now. My fists are bloody but that doesn't stop me. I need more and am getting exactly that. But sadly, none of the hits makes any effort to lessen the rage dwelling in my soul.The pain and strain from my knuckles make me release a guttural grunt, but I hit harder almost breaking them when I remember about the fucked up roses and notes in my room.Everything happening around me is fucking my brains out."That's enough princess" my dad who's been watching me silently, firmly warns and clasps my arms to stop further punches. I wonder when he sleeps because every time I wake up he's always there." You need to take car

Kayla Santino.It's clear Carl has something that am not supposed to know. I look him dead in the eye and he stares blankly right back at me. I glance at the gun in his hand for the last time and leave the cell without saying a word.I know nothing about Carl, totally nothing and whatever he's hiding I will find out. Even if it means befriending his best friend's boyfriend. We have one thing in common, we both get what we want, and am gonna dig out his secrets one by one because he's not willing to open up.I just can't blindly walk into a marriage with him without knowing everything about him. I will have to know everything, all his dirty secrets before saying I do."Dad" I call out to my father when I reach the sitting room where he and other men are talking about whatever men talk about."Yes honey, you need anything?" he asks curiously bringing his attention to me."Am going out" I announce kissing him on the cheekHe seems sceptical but nods anyway" Take Thomas with you and be

Kayla Santino.Fuck. I pull on my hair in frustration.This person must be in this house. There is no way my grandpa came from Italy with that note in the cookies. This must be someone from this house and I will find out who. Starting with planting secret cameras in my room.They will regret messing up with me, no matter what their reasons are.I toss the cookies away because I can't eat them anymore. Who knows, maybe they got them poisoned.I furiously march out of my room to the Thomas's. I need to start seeking answers.I open the door without knocking to find him watching tv, relaxed like he is not making my life miserable. Am sure you put that note in my cookies and here you are pretending as if nothing happened, I grit out internally glaring at him."You want anything princess" motherfucker acts startled. I know he knew I was coming. Fuck face. Wait until I have evidence. We're going to have a very long interesting talk."Yes, I forgot to buy heels to go with my dress, plea