Marissa Riva is the Italian mafia princess. She has been missing since she was 4. Kidnapped by her own mother.
The Riva family was mentally destroyed after her disappearance.
Then the father was gone too.
Leaving the six brothers with no hope, bro...
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I am livid would be an understatement. But also I am scared, would they punish me once I am home again? Should I run away?
I had the best sleep in my brother's arms that even loosened my pain a little.
Did I tell you that my ribs are not healing? They are not. I checked this morning. They still look the same.
I really wanted us to have a good talk but no, talking to walls would be easier. It's like talking to Liam.
He looked like Liam. Maybe he's even worse than Liam, it took him only one day to lose his shit.
When will he start hitting me? Two weeks?
And with me pointing a gun at them. My punishment will be worse. I always do this, speak without thinking and that got me nowhere with Liam, it only got the beating worse and got me raped twice.
Maybe I am the problem?
Maybe I am just too annoying for people to handle?
Maybe this is all my fault?
Just like when I got raped, it was my fault...
Why can't I just keep my mouth shut?
Should I know everything?
Why can't I just not question it like Marcello said?
I ruin everything.
I am gonna get myself killed and it's my fault.
This is all my fault.
I walk into this restaurant bar with no money, I sit on a table. The waiter comes up to me.
"Welcome in our restaurant, what can I get you?" He asked giving me a smile.
"You can get me your strongest alcohol in there and a cigarette. I forgot my pack." I said with my emotionless face. I swear if he asks my age, I will shoot him, I already shot someone today- I hope he's okay.
"Coming right up!" Oh. That went well.
After a moment of me dozing off, he came back with 12 shots. TWELVE. And a pack of cigarettes.
"I think this is too much though." I said giggling.
"You're not drinking alone, you look like shit, no offence, you're here drinking at 10 a.m. . And you're also a minor I can tell. But hey I am too so no judging." He said raising his hands.
"How old are you? And how do you work here then?"
"I am 17 and this is my brother's restaurant." He said taking a seat in front of me. "Now it's my turn to ask questions, how old are you and what are doing here?"
"I am 15 and I want to make my head shut up."
"Talk to me." He said taking a shot already.
"You're crazy if you think I am gonna open up to strangers." I said shaking my head.
