Chapter 2: Life of a Mafia Girl
5 years before)
Giavanna-
My life has been controlled since the second I was born. I was told what to eat, where to go, what to say and everything else. But that's the price of being the Mafia King's daughter. Not many people know insist entirely. Usually I keep a low profile only showing my face when needed.
I had five older brothers; Matt, Alex, Don, Eli, and Chris. That was just their nicknames I didn't have the time to call them their full names.
I am hidden 24/7 by then and my Father. If any of his enemies ever knew I existed they would come find at any cost with revenge on their minds.
My family stayed in a mansion away from the city, but we had places all over that we would visit from time to time. It was all really thanks to the drug trade my Father worked on. He made lots of money from that providing for each us. He did other business on the side but that was his main trade. You could say my Father was secretly a billionaire.
I was trained how to defend myself when I learned how to write my own name. I learned how to shoot a gun by the age of six and I could thoroughly shoot at any target no matter how far at the age of ten. My family was serious when it came safety. And if it ever came where I had to protect myself they made sure I knew what to do.
My mom died when I was thirteen. She was murdered by some other rival drug trade. Him and his family were long dead me having a hand in that too.
By the age of sixteen I got my first tattoo. It was crow on my left shoulder, they reminded me of freedom. Something I didn't have. That wasn't the only thing I had on my body. I had a scar under my left eye, I really don't remember how it go there, just that whoever did it was long dead.
I'm 17 now, almost 18 and I'm actually chasing a lead. Literally. My brothers had been complaining about a client that had been stealing from them for months.
Today I was going to catch him.
Or her.
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"Giavanna a cosa diavolo stavi pensando?"
(Giavanna, what the hell were you thinking?!)
I was standing in my Father's big office facing my brothers and him. They all had serious faces on and looked like they wanted to punch a wall or something.
"Papà, voi ragazzi avete avuto bisogno di aiuto, quindi io vi ho aiutato. Non capisco qual è il grosso problema."
(Dad, you guys needed help so I helped you. I don't understand, what's the big deal)
I spoke Italian whenever I was in here it was the main rule. I was fluent learning first from my mother.
My Father was mad, beyond mad outraged. If I had known he was going to react like this I would have never gone after that client.
My Father slammed his fist on his desk I flinched hearing the sound. "Grande affare? Un grosso problema, Gia? Il grosso problema è che quel cliente avrebbe potuto avere una pistola o un coltello, avrebbe potuto farti del male. Per non parlare del fatto che sei andato senza alcuna protezione. Passiamo ore a cercarti!"
(Big deal? Big deal, Gia! The big deal is that that client could have a gun or knife, they could have hurt you. Not to mention you went without any protection. We spent hours looking for you!)
Now I was in for it. I didn't mean to make them worry I was just helping them. And I did I caught them/her. I was lucky too, she was just about to leave the country getting on plane to London. I had grabbed her before she could even make it to the airport. I was proud of myself so I was not backing down.
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