𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 ✍︎

6| 𝚁𝚎𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗

Ella's POV
Age: 15
Location: The Petrov's Penthouse, New York
CW: implied SA

The doctors had worked on Dove for two hours before coming out. They said we found her just on time. She lost a lot of blood. They don't expect her to wake up until tomorrow.

The doctors informed us that wounds on her back would heal in a couple of weeks, but there were other more concerning injuries. Bruises covered her ribcage. She'd been living with two cracked ribs for weeks.

"She'll be alright, right?" I ask for the millionth time.

"Of course," Papa assures me.

One of our men walks in. He nods at my grandfather and uncle, then turns to me and Papa. "Sir, we tested the girl's blood. Miss Ella was right, she's a Ricci."

"Oh my-," I hear Mama whisper. Mama and Lucia (Dove's mother) were always close to one another. Their friendships the main reason for the alliance between their Mafia and my family's.

"I'll call them," Papa says, getting up from the couch.

"Can I?" I ask. Everyone turns to stare at me. "I want to be the one to tell them."

Papa nods and hands me his phone. I smile gratefully and leave the room. I open his phone and scroll through his contacts until I find David Ricci. Taking a deep breath, I press the call button and wait.

Hello?

Hey Uncle David. It's me.

Ella! What's up?

I take another deep breath. I don't know why I'm so nervous. We found her.

Silence.

Are you sure? He asks quietly. I nod, but remember he can't see me.

Yes. We're sure. We have blood samples to prove as well.

I hear him take in a sharp breath. Is-is she alright?

She has quite a few injuries and is sleeping right now. But doctors say she'll be fine with some rest.

When can I come over? He asks, sounding breathless.

Any time. She's not expected to wake up until tomorrow.

Lucia and I are on our way.

And with that, he hangs up. I let my arm fall to my side. My heart is beating so fast. I don't understand why. Maybe it's because I just opened a new chapter in my sister's life. Or maybe the adrenaline of earlier hasn't worn off.

I walk back into the living room and hand Papa's phone back to him. "They're coming," I inform him. A smile tugs at his face as he nods his head.

"I wish she'd wake up," I mutter. Papa and Uncle start laughing at me, making me pout dramatically.

"So impatient," Uncle chides playfully. "The kid needs her rest!"