On Your Knees

Chapter 4

a/n: sorry for not uploading in a while, it's midterm week :/ anyway darlings, enjoy!!

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Amora's POV

A knock on the door distracts me from my thoughts. I shift in my chair and look at Donnalee's head peaking through. "Papà is ready, we're waiting for you" She said opening the door wider.

Sighing, I stand up and stretch my back. "Ughh, my back is killing me". We exit the door and start walking towards Papà's office. "At least your face isn't that fucked up" Donnalee chuckles out.

I laugh at her words. "True, but that figlio di puttana kept slamming my head on the floor and now my head hurts like hell". I touch my head, remembering the fight I had a day ago.

Papà's guards are standing at both sides of the door. They nod their heads', acknowledging my sister's and I's presence. They open the door and we walk in.

"Good morning papà" Donnalee and I say in synchronization.

"Buongiorno le mie ragazze" Papà said to us while gesturing for us to sit down. (Good morning my girls).

Silence took over the room as we sat down. My eyes were shifting from my lap to papà's desk. "Amora, is there something you wanted to say" My father asks me.

I take a big breath in, "Russians have been attacking me".

It's silent, until papà slams his hands on the desk. "What do you mean that Russians have been attacking you?" His voice gets louder after each syllable.

I stand up quickly, "It's not my fault papà! They've been attacking me for no reason!".

"Aria, Donnalee, is this true?" My father questions them; his eyes still boring into mine. He's hoping to find any hint that I may be lying about them attacking for no apparent reason.

"Yes papà, we met with Amora after her latest attack" Aria says.

He groans out loud and puts his hands to his temple, cursing silently. Once he sits down, he begins to think to himself. I turn to my sisters for any clue as to what he may be thinking but they shrug their shoulders. They have no clue either.

"Make sure you're all here for dinner." Papà suddenly says. We wait and listen for any further instruction. He may be our father but he's also the Don of our mafia. "I'm going to tell you my plan then, you're all excused" He continues.

We stand up and walk toward the door. "Amora, aspettare" My father says, making me stop and turn around. (wait).

"Sì, papà?"

"You're sure you can't think of any reason why they're targeting you?"

I'm silent as I think, memories about any Russian encounters we've had don't trigger anything that may be reason why. "No, papà. The last time we were at war with the Russians was when the incident with mamà happened." I tell him.

He leans back in his chair and lights his cigar. "That's all I wanted to know. Thank you, figlia"  Papà says blowing out the smoke.

I gently smile, "Of course".

My thoughts go back to the incident as I leave papà's office. Why did we have to stay home? It was my fault that they're dead, I knew they wouldn't go if I stayed. But I still made them.