More Than A Thief

Chapter 3

I came home from LA about a week ago. My father was furious, because I didn't have the necklace with me. I told him what happened and he beat me up and didn't talk to me and still haven't. But I'm used to it. He acts sweet and all, but in reality he doesn't love me and blame me for mothers death. Sometimes it feels like im just someone he lives with. Not his daughter.

He has been beating me ever since I can remember. Even when my mother lived. People think the reason he is so unloving is because my mother got killed by the Italian Mafia, but thats not the reason.

To be honest, I don't know the reason either, but my theory is that I wasn't born a boy, but a girl. That's why I tried to do my best in everything and turned out the way I did. Father taught me how to not let my enemies see when im scared, or when I know im defeated.

I genuinely don't remember anything from my childhood, but I remember one specific memory where: my mother, my father and I, we were all playing in the garden plus someone, who I think was my bestfriend at the time, I don't now her name but I know that she was just like me, and we were really close.

Whenever I bring her up, my father refuses to talk about her.

I don't have that father and daughter bond that I wish we had. I only have a small percentage of that bond when I make him proud.

I heard a few knocks on my door before it went open. It was one of our other maids. The only people who lived in this big mansion are my father, the maids, and I. Our soldiers etc. have their own department seperated from me and my father.

"Dinner is ready" I nodded and she left. I put a hoodie over my top and left my room in loose basketball shorts and a nike hoodie.

I walked into the dining room which had an open door, and a long wooden table on a grey carpet. The floor was white and made out of white kitchen flagstones. There were white midcentry chairs all around the table. There were in total, 12 seats, even though we only used 2 of them. A fireplace was build in the wall on the right side of the room.

My father sat at the end of the table so I sat across him in the other end. We got baked salmon with grapefruit salad for dinner and It was delicious.

We didn't say a word to each other the entire time we ate.

"Thank you for dinner" I said to him and got up from my chair. "Sit down, Brooklyn", he said. I sat down and looked at him confused. "Wha?".

"You have a new mission tomorrow morning, and you're going" he said and I crossed my arms. 

I took a sip of my water and he proceeded. "You are going to the Italian mafias warehouse and get the necklace back.". He said and I spit my water out. "The Italian Mafia. The fucking Italian mafia? They took  mother, and now you are risking sending me to them, fuck no and how do you know it is for sure them, you were clearly wrong when you said Tiffany had the necklace" I said and scoffed. "I got my former underboos to look at it, and he located the necklace to their warehouse".

My father was born into the Italian mafia, that's how I know how to fight and how to use knives and guns. He ran away from the mafia to get a better life with my mom, because he was the soon to be Don but couldn't be if he married my mother, so they fled. He had been happy ever since. Until she died.

"What if they murder me like mother was murdered? All because of that fucking necklace of yours, you couldn't keep fucking safe"

"Sapevo dal giorno in cui tua madre ti ha dato alle luce, eri un errore!" he spat out. "Are you sure you are my father, because a father wouldn't say such ridicoulous things to their daughters". I yelled.

(I knew from the day your mother gave birth to you, you were a mistake)

"Don't call me your father again " He yelled back at me.

"Bene"

(fine/good)

I got up from my seat and went back to my room, I slammed the door and opened the file and read about this mission. I was angry. He is setting me up to die, they wanted mother first and now me. why can't he just do it himself. That lazy piece of caca.

Sometimes I even wish the Italian mafia would have taken him, instead of my mom. I miss her every day, but I do everything I can to stay strong, and live my life without her. Even though it hurts.

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A/N: Hi guys, I hope you like this part. I just want you to know that the Italian part is from google translate, I don't speak Italian, and if there's any mistakes, blame it on google translate and not me:).

And thank you so much for 20 views :)