A/N: Okay enough with the light crap…this after all is a mafia tale…this chapter is going to talk about happen to Kalista when she was 11. I had to use a character I had much respect for so I am using Eddie Guerrero. I only hope I can do him justice. So with that being said this chapter contains adult themes and mature content. Reader discretion is advised.

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"Now, now little girl," The voice whispered from behind. The body pressed her against the door she was looking through, "didn't your father ever tell you it isn't polite to eavesdrop?"

"I'm not eavesdropping," Kalista said quietly. "I'm just watching my," Kalista thought quickly, she never once referred to Adam as her fiancé but if that's what had to go on right now to save her, so be it.

"Your what little girl?" there was something condescending about the way he said "little girl". She felt dirty as his breath continued to fall against her earlobe.

Kalista watched Adam as he watched what was going on with her. He didn't move a single muscle; silently she was enraged with him. She thought if nothing he would come to her rescue, after all, she was his meal ticket. But after hearing what she just heard he very well might've had something to do with her father being shot. She sighed, so much for trying to get along.

Kalista took her mind off of Adam. She couldn't concentrate on him as she was being fondled by only God knew who. She focused on the body behind her; on that voice, on the hand creeping under her poncho and making its way to her belly.

"Hmm, such a body; why the big shirt?"

Kalista didn't answer him. Instead, she assessed the situation; as her father had taught her to do. Her piece was tucked down in her boot, so at least he couldn't disarm her. Problem was, from this position she couldn't arm herself. Okay, so much for shooting this motherfucker on sight.

"You're awfully quiet little girl," he said again. "You don't talk?"

"And what would I say to a would-be rapist?" she asked.

He chuckled in her ear, "Cute little girl, cute." He let the tip of his tongue touch her earlobe, "There's only one problem with that?"

"Problem being?" she asked.

"You can't rape the willing. And trust me once I'm inside you," he pushed his pelvis into her backside, "you'd be willing to let me in again," he dropped his voice to a whisper, "and again."

Kalista was officially disgusted. The man smelled of cigars and cheap liquor, at least Adam had the good taste to get drunk off the good stuff. She stiffened as the hand crept up to meet the fullness of her breast.

"Mmm," he moaned in her ear, "You have the nicest tits I've ever felt."

"Why are you all over me?" Kalista smacked his hand away. She was growing frustrated as her brain continued to tick on how to get out of this.

She was rewarded by being pushed further against the door, "Don't touch me, you got that you little slut?" He put his forearm behind her neck pinning her to the door, "You are not to touch me."

"This must make you feel like a man?" she mouthed it as much to Adam as she said it to the stranger pressing her against the wall.

Adam couldn't take his eyes off of the situation in front of him. He couldn't believe anyone would be so bold as to put their hands on Kalista Mozovelli. On one hand Kalista seemed to be a misandrist bitch that needed to be put in her place. On the other, she was his fiancée and Randy did say he needed to be there for her. Adam scratched his head. Jesus, he needed a drink.

-

David stood outside of the hospital. He figured that Kalista needed to be alone with her dad. He looked up at the stars and smiled. She was so fond of the sky. The sunsets and rises, the stars, clouds, the moon, he smiled again. She was just obsessed. He shook his head, but even with her obsession, to watch her eyes sparkle with each twinkle of a star, he'd gladly pluck each one out of the sky.

Just then one of his good friends and head of security for Chyren, Franklin Lashley walked outside to stand. When you stood Bobby next to David it was no wonder he was hired as head of security. David was cut, but Bobby was ripped. David willingly admitted to the pangs of jealousy that he'd feel when Kalista's eyes widened at the sight of Bobby.

"Batista," he shook his hand.

A 17 year old Kalista came bounding down the steps in her latest scraps of fabric that she tried to convince Chyren was a swimsuit.

Bobby and David were standing at the end of the stairs stretching as they prepared to jog together. Both of them had on white wife beater tanks and black nylon sweats. Kalista thought her heart would stop in her chest. But if Kalista thought her heart would stop beating, Bobby definitely thought he would have an aneurysm.

"Well hello there," Bobby said as she came down the steps, "I'm,"

"I know who you are Bobby," she said, her sexy Italian lilt came out as sultry as ever.

"And you are?" he asked. Bobby made the fatal mistake of checking out Kalista's backside as he peered over her shoulder.

"This would be the boss' daughter," David chimed in, "Bobby Lashley, meet Kalista Mozovelli," he looked at Kalista as if he could kill her, "Kalista, as you know, this is Bobby Lashley."

"Pleased to meet you," she offered him her hand as she walked closer to him.

"Likewise," he said shaking her hand, "Likewise."

David watching all of this wanted to reach in Bobby's mouth, grab his pancreas and beat the hell out of him with it. How dare he flirt with her right in front of him? Kalista was so closer that she could probably see if the man had cavities. "Bobby, I need to have a word with Miss Mozovelli." Kalista smirked, "Will you wait for me outside?"

"Sure man," Bobby cast one more look in Kalista's direction and shook his head.

"Kalista, what the hell is that?" David asked. He knew he shouldn't be angry with Bobby, after all, looking at this swimsuit that just barely covered Kalista's growing ample figure he could barely contain himself.

"A swimsuit."

"Says who?"

"Says Burberry," she said twirled with a smirk. "See?"

"Yeah Kalista, I see. More than I want to,"

Kalista walked over and pulled back the curtains. She sat there for a while watching Bobby as he continued to stretch for their run. David watched as her blue eyes wandered every crevice of the man's body before asking, "Who is he?"

"The new head of security," David said, "Why?"

"Because it looks like somebody took a hunk of dark chocolate and carved a man out of it." She licked her lips, "And got damn it, I want to take a bite."

That was it. He had had it! He knew he had to speak calmly because after all, the girl was a hormonal teenager, "Kalista, go take a swim."

"I'd rather he take one," she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively; "I've got just the pool." Kalista walked out to Bobby.

"Say big boy after you go jogging; care to join me for a swim?"

David pulled his hand over his face, "Kalista,"

"That's up to David," Bobby sent him an eager grin.

"Let's see what happens after the jog,"

Kalista was not to be deterred that day, "Well see to it that you save some energy,"

"Kalista, why don't you head to the pool?" David asked. His blood was boiling and at this rate she was going to either sock Bobby in the mouth or drag Kalista by that pretty hair of hers.

"Maybe I'm not ready just yet." Her sexual undertones were speaking in volumes to Bobby.

"Kalista Kyra Mozovelli, do as David says." Her father said.

Kalista sighed but not before sending David a slick smile, "See you gentleman by the pool after your jog."

"How goes it Bobby?"

Bobby smiled, "Its going good. How's Kalista?"

David smiled, "She's up there seeing her dad now."

Bobby bowed his head, "Man, I tried to talk him out of going home alone, but he was insistent. He said he was going to be with family."

David nodded, "He went to see Nonno Cena,"

"I don't understand what happened." Bobby said.

"Me neither." David said, "But don't you worry, the family will look into it."

Bobby smiled, "Oh, I know you will. I knew exactly what I was getting into when I signed up for this job."

"Good," David said, "Very good."

"So how long she been up there?" Bobby turned to look up in the direction of Chyren's suite.

David looked down at his watch, "About 30 minutes."

"She alone?"

David nodded, "Yeah, I thought she might enjoy the time with her father."

Bobby smiled gently, good intentions, bad idea. "Do you think she should be alone?" Bobby asked as tactfully as he possibly could, "I mean after what happened to her father?"

"She's in a hospital Bobby," David said tapping his friend on the shoulder, "How much trouble could she possibly be in?"

-

Kalista refused to cry. She had done enough of that. To hell with crying. But wouldn't stand here and be molested either. She wouldn't show him weakness.

"Little girl, little girl," the voice said to her, his hand running down her thigh.

"Fuck you, pervert." Kalista said.

He chuckled, "Pervert?"

"Little girl," she mocked, "sounds like a pedophile to me."

He smiled wide and let her turn around and look him in the eye, "I wouldn't mock me, got it?"

"I wouldn't mock me, got it?" the voice said.

Kalista bounded down the hall dressed in her pajamas, in pigtails with teddy bear in hand. She was the epitome of a precocious 11 year old; always asking questions that got her into trouble. Uncle Eddie was here and she made it a point to see her uncle Eddie before bed when he came to visit the palace. He was a Hispanic man, about 6 feet tall. He kept his dark brown hair highlighted blonde, which she thought made him look funny. He'd always called her father Ese and her Niña. On her last birthday he let her play a funny game with her friends; something called, a pin—pin—piñata! That's it.

He was at her house this week because her father was away on business and he didn't trust, at 25 and 23 years respectfully, Adam or David to keep 100 percent attention on his daughter.

As she approached his bedroom she heard muffled voices, they sounded angry. She decided to tuck herself into a ball in the corner where they couldn't see her. It was her favorite hiding space.

"Fuck you," Eddie had said, "I've already told you, that Niña won't marry him."

"The hell she won't," the blue eyes had said.

Marry who? Kalista had thought to herself.

"Tell Chyren it was a mistake," another voice said. It wasn't blue-eyes and Kalista couldn't see that person.

"The hell I will. That is my goddaughter and I'll be damned if I'll see her marry him."

"Then you won't see it," and blue eyes pulled out a gun.

Kalista's eyes grew wide as she watched the man shoot her godfather and point blank range. First in the shoulder, "Change your mind?" Blue eyes asked.

"I'd die before I'd let her marry him,"

Marry me? Kalista asked. Who is supposed to marry me?

"We'd advise against that Mr. Guerrero. No one wants this to happen," Blue eyes fired again into Eddie's knee, "But you're giving us no choice."

"You will not get away with this!"

Blood and brain fragments had splattered everywhere as Blue eyes shot Eddie in the head at point blank range.

"Shit, couldn't you use a smaller gun?" the other voice asked.

Blue eyes snorted, "I like the sight of blood."

"Well and fine but how the hell are we going to explain this?"

Blue eyes shrugged, "Where's the kid?"

"She's asleep,"

"Aight, we'll clean up this mess and in the morning you make up some cock and bull story about her the Uncle Eddie left and left you in charge,"

"What if she comes in the middle of the night?" the other voice sounded nervous.

"She's done that?"

"That's why I'm asking about it."

"We'll cross that bridge when it comes," blue eyes light a cigarette, "I have an idea,"

"Where are you going?" the other voice asked.

"To check on the kid,"

-

"What's the matter little girl?" he asked, "You're looking like you just saw a ghost,"

Adam came out of the room, "Dude, let her go."

Randy's lips turned up into a cruel grin, "Our time is up little girl," he kissed her roughly, "Don't look so sad, I'll be back."

Adam looked at Kalista, "Kally, go in there and see your dad."

"Don't—,"

"Just go!" he ordered, "For once in your life don't talk back, just do what I asked you."

Kalista saw the urgency in her eyes and listened. Once Kalista was out of earshot he turned to her attacker.

"Have you lost your mind?" Adam asked, "Do you know they keep cameras around?"

Randy shrugged, "Not concerned."

"Just why the hell not?"

"Was she putting up a fight?"

"You didn't give her much room to."

"I'm a genius, aren't I?"

"I don't know if that's the word I'd used to describe it."

"Well try it sometime," Randy blew Kalista a kiss from behind her head, "Get it together Adam,"

"Randy, let's go." Adam said.

"Why, I'm just getting started."

"Let's go." Adam said sternly.

"You're not fun anymore Copeland,"

"You have enough fun for the both of us," Adam said following Randy to the elevator.

-

Meanwhile Kalista spoke to her father, "Daddy, I'm not safe. I'm not safe and I have a big problem." She took a deep breath, "Daddy I have to tell someone," She revealed her secret just in time for John Jr. to walk in and hear her.

"What?!"

"J. J."

"Special K, this isn't good."

"Tell me about it."

"What are you going to do?"

"The only thing I can,"

"Okay, we'll Pop first thing in the morning."

"No," she was adamant, "We can't tell him yet."

"Well what the hell, this isn't going to just go away."

"I know that."

John shook his head, "Special K,"

"J.J. please,"

He gave her a hug, "Anything for you," he rubbed her back, "First thing tomorrow, you're moving in with us, got it?"

Kalista nodded though she was almost positive with the new problem on their hands there was just about nowhere they could be safe.

A/N: Any guesses?

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