Mafia's Missing Murderer.

18. Rot in hell you bastard

Luciana Point of View:

Once everyone was semi calm after being informed about the surprise family visit, my brothers carried all of my bags upstairs to my room. When it was all inside my room, I ushered them all away, wanting to be alone.

I started to unpack all of my new belongings, however I soon found myself getting overwhelmed. It has been so many years since I last saw any of my other family members. I barely remember any faces or names. I needed to focus on organizing, distract myself before I gave myself an anxiety attack.

My walk in closet was giant, hopefully I bought enough to make it more full. I hung all of my shirts on one side of the closet, and my pants were neatly tucked away in the drawers. The few dresses that I bought were hanging on the opposite wall of my shirts.

While out and about, I bought a few new knives. Those were hidden in plain sight, tucked under clothes that were purposely left on the floor.

A knock on the door pulled me away from my haze of organizing. I was relaxed. That all changed when I opened the door.

An alcohol smelling Martino was standing in the doorway. He was struggling to stand up straight, obviously drunk.

"What do you want", I sneered, my arms crossed over my chest, and a harsh glare on my face. He had some guts to show his face to me.

"Dinner is ready", He slurred. He grabbed the wall to steady himself.

"I'm not coming", I stated and grabbed the door, ready to shut it. I had enough of this conversation.

He chuckled," that wasn't a choice, "my family is here."

"I suggest you back up before I slam this fucking door on you", I yelled, my voice laced with rage.

He scoffed before he attempted to come at me. His drunken state did not help. He maybe got one step in, before he had to use the doorway to keep his body from falling over. I grabbed his shoulder and tossed him into the hallway. I kept my promise and slammed the door.

All of my rage for Martino that was bottled up was starting to flow out of me. It has just gotten worse since I got here.

"Stupid Mother Fucker", I muttered as I threw everything off of my once organized desk. That wasn't enough.

"Fucking Bitch", I screamed as I picked everything off the carpet and threw them at the door. With everything that I threw, a bit of paint started to chip off the door.

Destroying my stuff wasn't enough to satisfy my rage. I needed to go to the source of it. Martino Fucking Roman.

I went to leave my room to find myself stuck inside the room. The door wouldn't open, so I tried pushing it open and pulling it. It would not budge. I glanced at the door, trying to see the problem with it. It wasn't on its hinges anymore.

I realized I wouldn't be able to open it normally. That's okay, I'm not normal. I started to relentlessly punch and kick the door. I kept doing it over and over. My legs and hands were aching but it didn't matter. I kept going.

I smiled to myself when I noticed the wood chipping. It gave me hope. Hope that died a few minutes later when I realized I was getting nowhere. I had enough of the door. There were other ways to get out of this room.

I grabbed the lamp from the end table, ripping it from the wall, and I chucked it at the window. Shattering it. I looked out the broken window, there was a tree outside of my room. A branch was almost touching my window sill.

I carefully climbed out of the window and onto the branch. After that, it was fairly easy to climb down onto the ground. It was going to be faster if I went in the backdoor inside of the front door.

On my way to the back door, I couldn't help but to glance into the windows as I walked past. People were inside the house that I didn't recognize. It didn't matter who they were.

I chuckled as I passed the pile of firewood. An ax was leaning against the wall of the house. Perfect... I grabbed it on my way into the house. Marcello was in the kitchen, sneaking some cake.

"Where have you been?", He nervously chuckled as I passed by. I must have looked crazy. Sticks and Leaves were stuck in my hair and my knuckles were probably bloody.

As I roamed through rooms, Countless people were staring at me. Then I came across Vince. He seemed like he was enjoying himself, a glass of wine in his hand. He then vanished as a few people walked in front of me, blocking my vision.

I smiled to myself once I saw him talking to someone who looked slightly like him. I adjusted my grip on the ax and started towards him. Before I could get into the same room as him, Vincenzo and Antonio were blocking my path.

"I don't want to hurt you", I muttered.

"I know Luciana but I can't let you in there", Vince explained as he walked towards me. Antonio was still in the archway.

"Get away from me", I demanded. He didn't listen, still walking towards me. There was only one thing left to do. Once Vince was close enough, I pushed the ax into him to get him back. The blade was towards me so it didn't hurt him too badly.

He slipped on the rug and landed on his ass. I then ran into the room where Martino was. Antonio grabbed me and held me tightly.

"Sorry brother", I said before I slammed my foot where the sun doesn't shine. He dropped me instantly.

I ran into the room and tackled Martino to the ground. His drink went over the both of us. I started to slam my fists into him. Over and Over. He tried to fight back, not very well.

"Please stop", He begged,"Please..."

"You don't think I begged to not be taken to the airport when I was fucking four years old", I screamed.

"Your mother was too busy protecting you... to defend herself. It's your damn fault she is dead", He slurred.

I felt something break inside of me. I grabbed Martino's hand, grabbing his pinky finger. Then snapping it to touch the back of his hand.

"Ahhhh", Martino screamed, trying to push me off of him.

I wasted no time pushing each finger to touch the back of his hand. I don't think that was enough. I needed him to feel more pain. I went to grab his other hand, however I was pulled off of Martino.

"Get off of me", I demanded, turning to see who it was. It was the man Martino was talking to. I started thrashing in his hold. His grip barely loosened.

I slammed my head back in a final attempt to get him off of me. I smirked as I heard a crack and he hissed in pain. His grip didn't loosen however.

"I see you took your time", He said.

I turned my head to see what he was talking about. Vince and Val were now in the room. Vince was helping the man to hold me still.

"You handed yourself alright", Vince muttered as Val started to wipe my upper arm with a wet towelette.

I glanced at his other hand, he had a needle. "No no no", I whispered, my struggling increasing at the sight of it.

Vincenzo squeezed my arm tight right before Valentino jammed the needle into my arm. They both looked guilty.

"Sorry Luciana...", Val whispered.

The hands on me loosened. I went to get up to continue attacking sperm donor. However my limbs were incredibly heavy. My head felt like it was spinning and my vision blurred slightly.

Vincenzo picked me up, bridal style. He glanced at my face and said something I couldn't understand. I noticed Val was coming at me with another needle.

I turned my head towards Martino, "Rot in... hell you bastard."

I felt the needle in my arm and my eyes became heavy. I struggled for a few seconds before realizing it was no use.