𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 ✍︎

5| 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍

Ella's POV
Age: 15
Location: New York
CW: description of blood

Two years. Two fucking years and I still haven't brought my little sister to my home.

I promised her I'd come back. I didn't anticipate how hard it would be to find Vincent again.

Once I escaped base I found the nearest mafia fairly easy. Being the daughter of a Russian Mafia had its perks, even if you were in the middle of Africa. I was reunited with my family almost immediately, thank goodness.

I had been gone for five years, but thankfully, nothing much changed. My mother and father didn't have another child after me, to my surprise. I was still an only child and the youngest cousin and grandchild in my family, thankfully. I've had my fill of being the oldest.

My family immediately agreed to help me find Dove. No one knew who exactly Vincent is, which is concerning. He kidnapped some of the most powerful Mafias' children.

"I found her!" My eldest cousin, Alexi, came running down the stairs of our penthouse with a piece of paper in his hand. "Vincent, I found him!"

He passed me the paper. I look down at it. A building was marked with a red dot.

"Is that...here?" I ask. He nods frantically.

"Grandfather was right, he's been hiding under our noses this whole time."

"But when I left...we were in Africa," I mutter. "He must've moved."

"Forget about his moving patterns," my father says. "Let's go save your little sister."

I grin happily.

I'm coming младшая сестра.
(Little sister)

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My parents didn't even protest to me going on the mission. They already knew I had to be there.

My cousins and father were joining me for the mission. I'm currently surrounded by ten of my father's most capable men.

I wait outside of the old looking building that is supposedly Vincent's new base. From the outside, it looks like if you blink too hard the place would come down, but I know Vincent. The first lesson he taught all of us was that looks are deceiving.

My father told me to wait for the signal. The only problem is, I don't know what the signal is.

Boom!

The ground shakes and an ear-splitting alarm goes off.

Nevermind. That's the signal.

My men and I run into the building, I send five to explore the upper levels and five to stay with me and search the basement.

When we reach the bottom of the stairs a strong feeling of nostalgia hits me. The hallway looks exactly the same as it did when I was here. Seems like Vincent's dislike for change hasn't changed.

I, once again, split my group up. Three to check the cells and training room, and two to stay with me. There's only one other place Dove could be. The punishment room.

When we reached the door, I hesitated slightly. The last time I entered this room I found Rio dead covered in blood from whiplashes.

Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I grab the handle and turn to the knob. When I open the door fully I see the room is empty.

I let out a sigh of relief. But why relief was short-lived. Was she even here? Did Vincent kill her?

Boss, I found the girl. She doesn't look too good, one of my men says through our earpieces.

Where are you? I ask.

Cells.

Coming over now.

I run to the hallway and see my men standing outside one of the cells. I push past them and see my baby sister, lying on the floor in a puddle of her own blood.

There were whip lashes on her back and a trickle of blood coming down from her legs. I choke on my breath.

I rush to her body and feel her pulse. It's weak, but still there.

Papa, I found her. She needs a doctor now. I say into my earpiece.

Do what you have to дочь. Papa responds.

I don't waste a second, and neither do my men. I hoist Dove's small body into my arms while my men run ahead of me to start the cars.

When I get outside a car is already waiting for me. I jump in and we skid away from the building and into the city.

Mama has the doctor ready. Papa says in my ear.

Good. I respond.

I hate that this is how I found Dove. She's still so light, too light. I don't think she's gained more than five pounds in the past two years. I can hold both of her wrists in one hand.

The car pulls to a stop and when I look up I see that we're in the basement of our apartment. The doors open and medics immediately surround the car. Someone lifts Dove's body from my arms and places her on a stretcher, carrying her off to our medical wing.

Sobs get stuck in my throat and I can't stop the tears streaming down my face, but for once, I don't try to stop them.

I collapse onto my knees and place my head in my hands.

Everything was coated in her blood. My clothes, the car, the seats...my hands.

I feel my mother's arms close around me and pull my shaking body to her.

"Mama," I whisper in a choked voice.

"It's okay, everything will be okay," she assures me.

"I was almost too late," I say to no one in particular.

"This isn't your fault возлюбленные," she says, cupping my face in her hands.
(Translation: beloved)

Mama's right. There's only one person to blame.
The son of a bitch who kidnapped her in the first place.

Vincent better run and hide, I'm coming to kill him for what he did to me and all of the other poor children that didn't live to see their 10th birthdays.