The Mafia Princess
This can't be...
" Maritza? Maritza! Maritza Noelle Isabelle-" My father started to yell at me.
"How could you!" I screamed in tears. " After what they did?"
"Maritza, this is business. You wouldn't understand until you're older" he said to me with hope in his eyes.
"You traitor! You're working with the enemy!" I yelled tears now fully streaming down my face.
"Maritza! Don't you dare use that tone of voice with me!" he boosted.
"Don't you dare talk to me! From now till your death you are are not my father! VORREI smentire me stesso dal vostro nome di famiglia!"{Translation: I disown myself from your family name} I screamed running to my room while he called me name.
I laid down on my bed in a ball curled up, dieing inside. How could he just forgive and forget? After what they did...
they had killed my mother, his wife.
It was when i was just five but I remember it like it was yesterday...
I was in my bed sleeping when i loud noise woke me up. My mother ran into my room.
" Mitzi! Nascondere sotto il letto! Rapidamente!" {Translation: Hide under the bed! Now!} She whispered with fear in her eyes.
I quickly ran under my bed and looked at my mom standing in front of my door. Suddenly the door rammed open dropping my mother to the floor. I gasped as i saw my mother back away from four strongly built men with the France flag on each of their shoulders and mask covering their face begging for her life. Then...they pulled out a gun and shot her point blank in the head.
"Mamma! NO!" I screamed crying.
I was then strongly pulled from under the bed by one of the men.
"What should we do with her?" he asked, his french accent thick and sickening.
The man who had shot my mother looked and me and through his mask smirked.
"Keep her alive, she needs to give her Daddy a lesson"
Still crying, he forcefully grabbed my chin and lifted me face to look him straight in the eye and took off this mask.
"Tell your father, to pay back the debt or that you are next." he said with a smirk. Then pushed me down to the floor where i held my mothers lifeless body crying and screaming for help until the next morning when my father came.
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The French Mafia killed my mother, over money . It was that day i became an assassin, and the youngest one ever in the Italian Mafia. I could kill five men with a hand held knife in twenty minutes by the time i was seven.
My father's news brought the raged that fueled my years before over again. It reminded me why i hated the French Mafia, it reminded me why I hated Nicholas. It reminded me my one goal in life. To avenge my mother, to become the first female Italian Mafia leader, to destroy the french Mafia.
Nick was the enemy, my feelings didn't change that. And now, I had a plan to ensure I remembered that.
"How could you!" I screamed in tears. " After what they did?"
"Maritza, this is business. You wouldn't understand until you're older" he said to me with hope in his eyes.
"You traitor! You're working with the enemy!" I yelled tears now fully streaming down my face.
"Maritza! Don't you dare use that tone of voice with me!" he boosted.
"Don't you dare talk to me! From now till your death you are are not my father! VORREI smentire me stesso dal vostro nome di famiglia!"{Translation: I disown myself from your family name} I screamed running to my room while he called me name.
I laid down on my bed in a ball curled up, dieing inside. How could he just forgive and forget? After what they did...
they had killed my mother, his wife.
It was when i was just five but I remember it like it was yesterday...
I was in my bed sleeping when i loud noise woke me up. My mother ran into my room.
" Mitzi! Nascondere sotto il letto! Rapidamente!" {Translation: Hide under the bed! Now!} She whispered with fear in her eyes.
I quickly ran under my bed and looked at my mom standing in front of my door. Suddenly the door rammed open dropping my mother to the floor. I gasped as i saw my mother back away from four strongly built men with the France flag on each of their shoulders and mask covering their face begging for her life. Then...they pulled out a gun and shot her point blank in the head.
"Mamma! NO!" I screamed crying.
I was then strongly pulled from under the bed by one of the men.
"What should we do with her?" he asked, his french accent thick and sickening.
The man who had shot my mother looked and me and through his mask smirked.
"Keep her alive, she needs to give her Daddy a lesson"
Still crying, he forcefully grabbed my chin and lifted me face to look him straight in the eye and took off this mask.
"Tell your father, to pay back the debt or that you are next." he said with a smirk. Then pushed me down to the floor where i held my mothers lifeless body crying and screaming for help until the next morning when my father came.
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The French Mafia killed my mother, over money . It was that day i became an assassin, and the youngest one ever in the Italian Mafia. I could kill five men with a hand held knife in twenty minutes by the time i was seven.
My father's news brought the raged that fueled my years before over again. It reminded me why i hated the French Mafia, it reminded me why I hated Nicholas. It reminded me my one goal in life. To avenge my mother, to become the first female Italian Mafia leader, to destroy the french Mafia.
Nick was the enemy, my feelings didn't change that. And now, I had a plan to ensure I remembered that.
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