"The minute I saw you again, I knew you were my daughter"
Amyra Romano
Daughter of the Italian and Spanish mafia, Romano Princess. What happens when at the age of 3, her backstabbing father takes Amyra away to the cold lands of the Russian Mafia, le...
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As I gathered the last of my weapons, I head out and wait for father dearest to finish getting ready so we can go. I mean how long does it fucki-
"Cmon ,boss doesn't like waiting" seriously? "says the person who running late" and there goes a backhand resulting in me hitting my head on the edge of the stairs, ooft that'll bruise. "Disrespect me one more time and I swear, I'll make sure those are the last words to ever come out of your mouth, I'm your father get that into your thick skull" he degrades me whilst pointing a gun at my skull, I scoffed "well you definitely don't act like one" a punch is aimed towards my temple, yikes. He then storms out of the room and starts a boarding the vans, I mean what a pussy.
Man does he have the audacity
Entering the van, the sound of a pin drop could be heard, I mean it was dead silent. As the engine roared, we started to leave for departure, and I wouldn't be lying if I said that I was both scared and excited.
I just really hope that my mother remembers me.
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As we arrived to the private jet, I felt the two pairs of eyes just staring at me, walking behind me almost breathing on my neck, plus with my sixth sense, I saw both the men I loathed in my like, Gabriel looked at me with disgust written all over his face, and the Boss wanted nothing but to see what's under my shirt.
Horny bastard
Of course, since no one trusts a 15 year old girl, I was the first to board the jet, guards being hot on my tail. I just got in the seat furtherest to the back and tried, key word tried, to get comfortable but these god damn squeaky leather seats weren't helping, although I was immensely sleep deprived, I had to stay on top of my plan, because I have to make sure I get out of here, if I don't then all the pain meant nothing.
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"Listen we've got to be careful, we're going on Italian territory, they're ruthless" "Are you doubting my mafia, you know I can easily put you and her back on the streets" "No I'm not I'm just saying that... They've been looking for her, for years, if they even catch a glimpse of her face they won't hesitate to take her back and kill us all" "Fuck that, they'll never find her, she's ours, remember?" "Yes Capo" "Good, now go wake her up we're about to land"
I heard everything, omf- So my father does remember my family, but by the sounds of it he seems shitless scared to even step foot onto Italian territory.
"Get up, we've got to go we're landing" what a warm welcome. I knew I was not ready for this shit.
But I do know one thing, I'm definitely escaping these motherfuckers, and I'm finding my family.
