MAFIAS LOVE (WRITING)

Silence

⚠️Description of corpse.
They say losing someone you love leaves a hole in your heart, the flame that once was fueled by that someone; perished.
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13 Years Earlier
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Death was an everyday occurrence in the Bianchi household. Guards, servants, guest, once they stepped foot into their home there was a possibility they would not come out. The ones who seemed to never have been harmed were the ones who ordered around the others. Having their power meant being at top of the food chain; no one could knock you down. The only ones who could harm you were your own.

There she was lying in her room at around 12:30 AM, Violetta. Her parents made sure no harm would ever come her way. The blood baths from protecting her were all worth the time and fight. She's known of her parents doing, but thought nothing wrong of it since shes become accustomed to the sounds of the bullets ricocheting, the clicks of clips being either reloaded or empty, the sounds of the rivals lifeless bodies hitting the floor, the smell of her fathers freshly lit cigar after their work.

Though this time instead of the tough cigar smell she heard a painful scream. Not painful to her but the maker, the type of growl that comes from the heart.
She's never heard such heartache. She quickly shoved her blankets off her once warm body. Once her slippers were on she made her way to the little balcony which looked out into the grand hall.

No...

The source of that painful scream wasn't one of the rivals but her own father. Her mother pulled close to his chest. She felt time freeze. Her heart dropped low. She haven't realized her legs had taken her to the stairs a few feet away from her Mother and Father. Her curls bounced each step she took. The closer she was the farther she felt.

'Ho intenzione di ucciderti!'
(I'm going to kill you!)

Her Father couldn't help but make his promise to the world. His chest heaved up and down at a fast pace.

'Mama? No!'

There her mother laid lifeless. A bullet to the skull. She had a smile on her face as if she knew it was coming; her faith. she laid her head on her Mother's stomach. The place she remembered being so warm was now cold and unmoving. Her chest didn't rise, her hand didn't caress her curls, her lips didn't kiss the crown of her head.
she was gone....

'Ti proteggerò principessa. Come avrei dovuto fare lei.'
(I'll protect you princess. Like I should have done her.)

His words didn't reach his daughter, her surroundings became a blur. She's always known this would happen one day just not so soon. She still needed her.

'Mamma, ho bisogno di te, per favore.'
(Mommy I need you, please.)

Silence...