I Promise🥀

Chapter 1: Current Time

Serena's POV
Ring Ring...
I sat up looking around breathing heavily from my nightmare. It was just my phone ringing.
"Hello?" I groggily asked.
"Hey Don. I was just waking you up for school. I hope you have a nice morning boss," Jace happily said.
"Thank you Jace, You too," I ended the call and walked to the bathroom.
There in the mirror stood a girl with brown eyes, black curly hair, and pale face. I looked half dead with my pale face and eye bags. If you look deeper beneath her facade its as if she'll break and collapse anytime. Sighing I proceed my morning routine.

Going in the shower my thoughts go back to my nightmare. I shudder by just thinking about it. As the hot water falls on my face going down my body and touching the cuts on my arm. I feel nothing, no pain, I jus feel numb. Using my lavender shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and scrubbing every spot on my skin I finally felt satisfied. Seeing myself in the mirror makes me feel disgusted. You can see my ribs popping out, the cuts trailing up both of my arms that's covered with my rose tattoo. I remember purple, greenish, and yellowish bruises perfectly displayed on my stomach. Tears well up my eyes but I ignore it.

I decided to wear matching bra and underwear, black ripped leggings, and a sweater crop top. I quietly make breakfast and leave the foster house I'm currently staying in. Maria, my mother and I don't really get a long. It all started with calling names and a slap here and there when no one's around. Then it turned to kicks, punches, cutting, whipping, and more from her. It was been 2 years since I ran away from her, from them. They didn't want me, except for my Papa (Daniel). It was better off like this. Although Papa and I will meet up secretly, which is weekly.

Maria married a guy named Daniel. He's the Ex-Don of the American and European Mafia. He trained me be the next Don of the European Mafia. My mafia is the most powerful Mafia in the world. I even took control of the French and British Mafia, but that's our little secret. Papa didn't tell anyone about him being the ex-Don of the European Mafia, which I'm glad. Unluckily for my brothers I know exactly who they really are. My twin brother is the third in command of the American Mafia, my stepbrother Blake is the Don of the American Mafia, and lastly Carter is the second in command of the American Mafia.

If you're thinking if my twin brother or step brothers knows of my position, the answer is no. My Papa made sure that no one knows of my identity except for my Mafia. I'm also the owner of Rosas co(Fashion clothing and Jewelry company); Rosas restaurants(all over the world); Rosas hospitals(all over the world); and Rosas coffee shops(all over the world; coffee and assassin company).

I drive to Easton High school with loud music in my Audi XR-8. I didn't need to go to school, because I graduated when I was 8 and also graduated college with a Business, Fashion, and Neurosurgeon degree. I'm still here in Los Angeles while my "family" is in Las Vegas. I stopped myself from thinking about that so called family .

Entering the school, the students parted the hallways to make a path for me. I can't help to not show any emotions, I just can't do it.
Sighing, I entered my first period which is English. I headed to the back of the room and laid my head down. I was on the verge of sleep when...
"Serena please make your way to the Principal's office, I repeat Serena to the Principal's office please," the announce says.
Grumbling under my breath I make my way towards the office.

I walked in and immediately noticed another man in the office. I saw down and narrow my eyes at the Principal.
'I wonder what I did to get in trouble'

"Hello Serena I'm sorry to inform you but your parents passed away," he seriously said. As soon as he said that my body froze. Tears welled up my eyes after hearing my Papa is dead. I feel a weight lifted off my shoulders knowing my nightmare is dead. I push the tears back and clear my throat.
"Will I be leaving my current foster home?" I ask emotionlessly.
"Yes you will. I have been informed by the Child Service that they have found a living relative, which is your father. You and your twin brother are going to," I cringe by the mention of my 'twin.'
"Okay. Where is this so called father of mine?" I taunt.
"I am Leonardo De Luca your so called father, we'll be leaving right now so get your stuff from your lockers, say goodbye to your friends, and let's go to your house and pack," he emphasizes 'father.' I've heard of last name De Luca but I can't seem to put my finger on it.
'Well I'll be darned' I scoff at my own thought.
I narrow my eyes at him, "Okay I don't really have anything here at school, and I don't have any friends so let's head to my home to pack the things I need," I see him tense at the word 'home'
He walks out stiffly leading me to his car, I leave my car and just message for one of my assassins to drop it off at my garage.

The car ride was silent on my way to the my house. I can see a black van that has been following us, a gun hidden underneath his dress coat, and his Italian accent. I've heard of the De Luca's, they're the Italian Mafia family. I can't really say I'm happy with this, but I am shocked. The Italian Mafia family consists of 25 people.

"You know I've always wanted a daughter," my 'father' startled me said. I looked up to him seeing how soft his eyes become when he looks at me. I have this sudden urge to just warm up to him, which is unusual so I push that away.
"Well you certainly didn't want me," I mumbled looking straight ahead of I see him flinch from my peripheral vision, obviously hurt by my words and instantly recovers and continue driving.

We reached my foster house and I ran in there to grab my suitcase, stash my weapons away, my gadgets, clothes, and everything else I need. I ran back outside with all my things and I see body guards carry my things to the black van.
"C'mon let's go, our plane is waiting," he seriously but softly said.
"Leonardo where will we be heading?" I saw him flinch again but this time it's by the use of his name.
"We'll be going to Italy Bambina," my mouth agape. I've always wondered and wanted to go to Italy.
Sighing I close my eyes and when I opened them again we arrived in front of a private plane. Body guards spread out looking for any sign of danger, paranoid people here.

I put my mask back on and walk in the plane, crashing to the nearest seat, and falling asleep.
'Is this really real,' my last thought before falling into an endless sea of darkness.