Chapter 3 - Dani's Bad Day Gets Even Worse - Part 1.

Daniella's P.O.V. My dad used to make this joke all of the time about how women are terrible drivers which is kind of ironic if you think about it considering he was killed by one. He also used to say that there's nothing more terrifying on the road than a woman who is driving while they're either angry or intoxicated because he knows how emotional women can get and how our emotions can heighten and cloud both our judgement and decision making skills which is why he never liked being on the road with them or being a passenger princess when a woman is driving. Don't get me wrong, my daddy wasn't a misogynist who hated women, if anything, he loved and respected women which isn't surprising really considering that he's always been surrounded by women from the moment he was born until the day he died, so my dad didn't hate us, he just didn't like being on the road with us, that's all. Thinking about this made me feel even more emotional than I already was because I knew that if my daddy was alive today, then he'd be absolutely livid with me for driving in the state that I'm currently in. Actually, I wouldn't have even left my house because my dad would've stopped me in my tracks before I could even grab my keys because he knows what I'm like when I'm angry, so much so that he used to call me pequeno diablo which means little devil in Spanish and he called me this because he knows how I act when I'm pissed off. My dad also told me once that if I wasn't his daughter but he knew that someone like me was on the road in a murderous state, then he'd happily hang up his keys and call it a night to avoid having an interaction with me. I know that I probably should've waited until I was a lot calmer and wasn't as angry as I am to go and confront my biological father, especially since I've just lost both of my parents because of a crazy driver but I couldn't wait for two reasons. The first reason is because I'll never be calm when it comes to this man, so waiting around until I've calmed down and I'm not as angry would've been a huge waste of my time and the second reason is because I knew that I wouldn't have the balls to confront the asshole unless I'm either angry, drunk or having a psychotic episode which is why I chose to do it now when I'm f*****g livid. The drive to the deadbeats hangout didn't take me long which pissed me off even further than I already was because even though I didn't like the fact that he was this close to me, I was still angry and annoyed that he was because the motherfucker only lived thirty minutes away from me and still he chose to not bother with me or be in my life for the past twenty one years. I know I shouldn't feel as affected by this as I am because I've never wanted anything to do with this man but for some strange reason, it did affect me and I didn't like it. Anyway, when I arrived at the little boys hangout, I drove my car through the huge wrought iron gates and I parked it right in front of the veranda which made this place look like an old school saloon. I then grabbed hold of the condolence card or sympathy card, whatever it is that you call a card like this and I stormed my little ass right up to the front door and i barged my way through it like I owned the place which earned me the eyes and ears of everyone in the room. I looked around the room which smelled of alcohol, smoke and s*x hoping to find the object of my rage so that I could get this over and done with and get out of here but unfortunately, the deadbeat was nowhere in sight. "Well, hello there gorgeous" "What's a pretty little thang like you doing in a place like this?" Two rough looking bikers greeted me as they bit their lips and looked me up and down with a lustful look in their eyes. Urgh!!. I groaned in disgust as I rolled my eyes before narrowing my eyes back at them. "Aren't pretty little things allowed in here?" I ask the two men as I looked around at all of the beautiful women that are in here. "Don't you think that's an insult to all of the women you've got hanging out in this place?" I growl at the two bikers who seemed taken aback by my attitude along with everyone else in the room. "Where's Enzo Castello?" "Depends who wants to know, princess" One of the men said with a smirk as the other one chuckled. "Princess? that's cute" I said with a smile. "Why don't you assholes tell me where Enzo is instead of wasting my time" I tell him and his amused expression quickly turned into an angry and annoyed one. "Like I said princess, it depends on who wants to know" The second i***t says whilst saying princess with a sneer. "You wanna know who I am?...ok" I said as I quickly grabbed hold of an empty beer bottle and smashed it over one of the guys heads before throat punching him. I then punched the other guy in the nose breaking it and I took advantage of his weak position by grabbing him by his arm and twisting it behind his back as I slammed the front of his body against the bar. "Now, let's try this again, little boy before I really lose my f*****g rag" I growled in his ear. "Where the hell is Enzo Castello? and just a little FYI for you and your little boyfriends here, I've got a taser and a Glock tucked away on my person and I tend to get a little trigger happy with both, so if I were you, I'd tell me what I want to know before I make your balls vibrate for a damn century" I growl at him and he hesitantly pointed towards the hallway next to the bar. "Meeting room, end of the hall" He tells me and I smiled. "That's a good little doggy" I said before picking up another empty beer bottle and smashing it over the idiots head which knocked him out cold. I then headed down the hallway to the room where he said the stain on my biological record was and just like with the front door, I burst through this one which caused the dozens of bikers in here to stand up and aim their guns at me. A sight like this would've made the average girl piss her pants but it didn't with me because my daddy was a huge lover of guns which in turn made me a huge lover of them as well. "Finally Venom, you were taking your sweet ass ti..." The man said as he turned around to face me but he immediately cut himself off when his eyes locked with mine. "Daniella" He said barely above a whisper which made me scoff. "You know my name, I'm surprised" "Of course I know your name, you're my daughter for Christ's sake" "I'm not your anything, Enzo" I said through gritted teeth as he continued to stare at me with a gobsmacked expression. Enzo's shocked expression then quickly turned to one of pure anger when he saw all of the men with their guns aimed at me as they stood around a huge steel table with the grim reaper on a motorbike carved into it. Wow. These guys couldn't be any more cliché if they tried. "Lower your guns, assholes" Enzo growled at his friends. "Do you know who this is? this is my..." "I'm your nothing, Enzo" I repeat to this man who had a look of hurt on his face before replacing it with anger. "Then why are you here if you're nothing to me" "Because I wanted to give you this" I said as I flung the card in my hand at him which hit him square in the chest right where his heart should be. "If I wanted your money and or a relationship with you, then I would've sought you out five years ago when your rude as f**k parents came to my home and ruined my sweet sixteenth by telling me that my daddy wasn't my real daddy" "Daniella, please..." "Please what?" I cut him off with a sneer. "What does the deadbeat want to plead with me for, huh?" "Hey, who the f**k do you think you're talking to b***h?" One of the men growled at me which earned him a glare from Enzo. "Knock it off, Enzo, your sister isn't a b***h" "Yeah, knock it off, namesake, this has got nothing to do with you" I said with a sneer whilst rolling my eyes. "Oh and call me a b***h again and I'll personally make you mine, do you hear me, princess? I'm not the woman you want to test right now" I growled at my so called brother who was shocked and angry with my attitude. "Dani baby, please don't threaten your brother like that...you're currently in a clubhouse filled with numerous men and women who don't take threats against one of their own lightly" "Do you think I give a f**k? because I don't" I growled at him. "First of all, my name is Daniella, not Dani and while we're at it, I'm not your baby either" I tell him and he flinched from pain like I had physically struck him. "Secondly, you're not my father, he's not my brother and none of the motherfuckers in this goddamn place don't mean s**t to me, I just came here to give you your shitty card and cheques back because I don't want anything from you, Enzo...I don't want your money, I don't want your sympathy and I certainly don't want a relationship with you, do you hear me?...you lost all rights to me the moment you abandoned my mom and me" "Daniella, please wait" Enzo said as I turned to leave. I closed my eyes and sighed as I looked back at my mother's former lover who was now looking at me with pained and guilty eyes. "I really am sorry, sweetheart" "Sorry for what exactly?" I ask him with a husky voice as I tried to stop myself from crying. "For everything...I'm sorry for abandoning you, I'm sorry for not being there for you but most importantly, Dani baby, I'm sorry for your loss" He said and I looked away from him when I felt tears fill my eyes. "Your mom was an amazing woman and she didn't deserve to go the way that she did and neither did her husband..." "You mean my dad" I cut him off and his jaw clenched together tightly. "The man you're talking about is my dad, a man who was there for me when you weren't, who also made me the woman that I am today" "I wish that I could've been a part of your life, principessa" He said and I scoffed as I shook my head. "No, you don't, Enzo because if you really wanted to be in my life then you would've been and nothing and nobody would've stopped you but you didn't and that's what hurts the most because it was easier for you to send money to my mother each month than it was to deal with the mess that you made by lying to your wife...you disgust me" I said as I turned to leave before coming to a stop when I bumped into someone with a familiar scent. I looked up and my eyes widened in shock and confusion when I saw who was standing there. "Dante?" "Kitten"