Mafia's Missing Murderer.

23. Tell me where Lucifer is.

Luciana Point of View:

I groaned as I left my room. My head was pounding like someone was bashing my skull in with a sledge hammer. I didn't think I drank that much last night.

As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I realized how quiet the house was. Usually there was loud arguing or conversations bouncing off the walls. The only thing I could hear was the living room tv.

I peaked my head into the room to see Alessio lounging on the couch with a plate of pancakes on his lap. "Where is everyone?", I questioned.

He shrugged, "Work or school I think." He stuffed a few bites into his mouth," There's some on the counter for you." Some food fell out of his stuffed mouth as he spoke.

I cringed as I nodded. I went into the kitchen and got my plate of sweet breakfast. My mouth was watering as I walked back into the living room. When I started to eat, I practically inhaled the food. I was eating like my brothers did. When there wasn't anything left, I sat my plate on the coffee table next to Alessio's.

"Does Grandma work too?", I asked.

He shook his head," No, she probably went shopping with Gia and Auntie Belle."

I nodded, "Is Gia your mother?"

He frowned, "No. She married my dad when I was four I think?"

I decided not to pry anymore and leave the topic alone. We silently watched tv for a bit before we began talking about how my older brothers behaved as teenagers.

"So Vince acted like me and Lorenzo", I asked.

He chuckled, "Yes, but he wasn't as sneaky as Lorenzo."

"He's such a hypocrite for getting mad at us last night", I sighed.

Alessio threw a pillow at me," He's just protective... They all are."

"They need to ease up", I threw the pillow back at him," I was alone for the majority of time when I was in New York."

"What are you talking about?"He demanded," I thought you were in foster care?"

Fuck. I shouldn't have said that. "Uh that's what I mean–"

Before I could continue my lies, the sound of gunshots and glass breaking filled the air. Alessio pulled me off the couch and onto the floor.

While reaching under the couch, Alessio started to explain," Get your ass upstairs and fucking hide."

I watched as he pulled out a gun from under it. "What the fuck is going on", I shrieked.

"Don't know", He sighed and looked at me with pleading eyes, "Please just hide."

I hesitated before nodding. "Be careful." I got up slowly, still keeping my body low, and scurried up into my room. I looked around my room, trying to decide on a hiding spot. I quickly chose the closet, went inside and locked the door.

I sat in the corner with my knees to my chest. Memories of when mama died invaded my head. It's happening again... only it's Alessio who's going to die this time. Everyone is going to hate me again.

I heard my bedroom door creak open. I covered my mouth with my hand, trying to silent my heavy breathing.

"Where the fuck did she go", someone grumbled.

"Be on the lookout, the file said she is a dangerous serial killer."

"She's a fucking sixteen year old girl."

"She's killed at least twenty people."

I realized they were right, I am not that scared little girl anymore. I am the killer everyone told me I was. I took a quick calming breath before I slid on a pair of boots. A knife was inside each one, just to be safe.

I had a gun in each of my hands. I unlocked the door and kicked it open. "Looking for me, Pricks?", I chuckled and shot each of them in the head before they could react. "Well here I am."

Their lifeless bodies slumped to the floor. I took a few steps out of the closet, to make sure I got both of them. Before I knew it, I felt a sharp pain in my upper arm. I hissed as I glanced to see what hit me. It was a small throwing knife.

The person who threw it came running at me from my bathroom. I raised my gun and shot them twice in the chest. I glanced at my arm again and noticed blood running down onto the carpet.

I ripped off a piece of my t-shirt and tied it right above the wound. "Got me pretty good", I muttered as I kicked the man's body.

I smiled as I watched all three body's blood run onto my carpet... ruining it. As much as I hated my things getting ruined by the blood, I'm glad I was the one who killed them.

A scream pulled me out of my murderous trance. That was Alessio. Fuck, I almost forgot he was downstairs alone. I rushed downstairs, also being alert in case anyone was trying to catch me by surprise.

Alessio was being held on his knees by two men. His gun was across the room. He couldn't take on two of them by himself without a weapon.

"Tell me where Lucifer is," The man demanded as he got into Alessio's face. The other one was pressing a blade into the side of his face.

"Who the.. Fuck is that", He yelled.

"Don't play stupid with me, I know she's here"

Alessio spat into his face. Wrong move cousin... wrong move. "Cut out his fucking eye", He instructed, wiping the salavia from his face.

"Not a fucking chance", I screamed as I threw a blade from my boot into the guy's head. I used my gun to shoot the other one. I glanced around the room quickly to make sure there weren't any other surprise guests.

"You tell them", Alessio panted, his hand covering his arm that was gushing blood.

"Fuck", I muttered. "Keep pressure on that, I'll be right back." I spirited upstairs to the medical room and grabbed any supplies I could get my hands on.

"This is going to hurt", I explained to Alessio who was now laying on the floor. He nodded. "I'll try to be quick."

He struggled not to scream as I cleaned, applied pressure, and roughly stitched the gunshot wound on his arm.

"Blood is not a good look for you", He weakly muttered.

I confusingly ran my fingers over my face. They had blood all over them. I couldn't tell if it was from the men I killed or Alessio.

"Shame it had to be this way Lucky", His voice rang out from outside.

"What the fuck does he want", I grumbled. Of course he was the one who arranged this.

"We can do this the easy way", He explained," Or the hard way... which involves killing a few members of your family first."

He had to be bluffing, there was no way he had my family outside with him. With shaky hands, I opened the curtain slightly. He wasn't bluffing... Each of my family members were outside on their knees with a gun at their head.

"You have five minutes to decide, or I kill some of them... starting with Vincenzo", He personally aimed his gun at Vincenzo's head.