Mafia's Missing Murderer.

30. PS, I did NOT kill her

Luciana Point of View:

Who the fuck was shooting at us", Alexander asked out of breath.

"I have a hunch", I muttered. After we left Zane's house, we ran until we could barely breathe.

I glanced at my surroundings, there was a building with wood nailed onto the broken windows. "We should hide out in there", I announced while walking towards it.

It had been at least two hours since we started hiding out, I kept trying to peer through the cracks of the wood. I needed to make sure we weren't being followed before we could leave.

"Do we have any bullets left?", I asked in a hushed tone.

"What?"

"Bullets... do we have any?", I was beginning to get annoyed with his idioticness.

"Whatever you are thinking, I do not like it", He sighed," I will not let you kill anyone."

"Excuse me?", I demanded. "You won't let me kill anyone?" I don't know who he thinks he is but he will not stop me if I need to protect myself, even if it is his family.

"You aren't a killer Luciana... I know you aren't"

I couldn't help but to laugh. He clearly knows who I am, or well who I was when I was a child. "Why do you think that?", I asked while trying to stop my uncontrollable laughter.

He scoffed," Obviously you aren't like your murderous family."

I glared at him. How dare he call my family murderous, has he noticed his own? "You have no idea who I am..."

"Then fucking tell me who you are."

I roared," I'm a shell of the Luciana you grew up with. After you left me, I grew cold." I paused, realizing something and my laughter started again," You called me cold when we first saw each other again, and I tried to deny it."

The room was tense while we sat in silence. I kept myself preoccupied by checking the entrances and exits.

"So you are a killer just like them", He asked, breaking the silence.

"No. I am not a killer."

"Then what are you?"

I chuckled," I am just creative when it comes to my outbursts of anger."

"Like I said, a killer.", He muttered before leaving in a rush.

I wasn't going to risk my life to protect him when he doesn't want to be protected by me. I stayed in the building for a few more hours just to be safe.

Once the sunset, I crept out, and went straight to Zane's house. I took a deep, calming breath before opening the door.

The smell of decay and blood flooded my senses, almost making me gag. Moonlight was entering the window, making it very clear that Hazel was still laying at the bottom of the stairs.

I grabbed a throw blanket from the sofa and gently laid it over top of her. "You didn't deserve this", I muttered to the corpse and went up the stairs.

I couldn't bring myself to open the already cracked door covered in an assortment of stickers. I pulled it the rest of the way closed before walking down the hall.

My curiosity got the better of me and I poked my head into my old bedroom. It seemed almost untouched. The bedding was slightly wrinkled just like how I left it. However there were layers of dust on the other furniture.

I couldn't waste anymore time, so I quickly shut the door, and moved on. I crept down the hall to Zane's office. It was messy, and paperwork was scattered about.

I shook my head at his unorganized room and sat at his computer. Luckily he was still logged in. I started to snoop through his saved data, hoping he had the Italian Mafia's email. It didn't take me long before I found it and began typing a message.

'If you can find your backstabbing wife, you can find your daughter. It's offensive that it is actually taking you this long to find me, you bastard.'

I then opened the American Mafia's and typed another message.

'With a heavy heart, I am sorry to inform you that Hazel is no longer with us, I am very very sorry for your loss.

Sincerely Lucifer.

P.S I did NOT kill her.'

I didn't feel it was right to include Zane or the girls since I can't confirm their death nor did I want to think about it. My eyes began to wander away from the screen to a framed photo of me and Zane.

It was the day I shot a gun for the first time.

We stood in an empty field, nothing around us for miles.

"I don't think I can do this", I muttered while I aimed the gun at the ground.

Zane smiled at me, "It's okay Luciana, like I said, we don't have to do this today", he assured me.

I sighed,"I'm really afraid I will hurt someone by accident."

He placed his hand on my shoulder,"As long as you are careful, I don't ever see you hurting someone by accident."

I nodded in agreement and raised the weapon once more, I carefully aimed at the target a few yards away. As I pulled on the trigger I took a deep calming breath. My heart began to hammer in my chest when I heard the gun firing.

"Would you look at that", Zane muttered as he peered at the target.

I quickly began to look at what he was fascinated with, it didn't take long for me to see it. There was a bullet hole on the target, not too far from the bullseye.

"I did it", I stated proudly, a big smile on my face.

Zane smiled proudly right back at me," I knew you could." He then pulled his phone from his jacket pocket, "We need to cherish this memory."

He placed his arm around my waist and pulled me close. I smiled into the camera along with him and he took the photo.

I never knew he printed it and kept it in his office until now. I kept absentmindedly running my finger over the wooden frame. I didn't realize I was crying until a tear landed on the frame. I quickly wiped it away.

I took the photo from the frame, folded it, and put it safely into my pocket. It took me a moment before I found the courage to leave the house I once called my home.

It began to rain as I got closer to the truck Alexander and I deserted. The closer I got, the more I tried to give myself cover. I kept myself as close to the dark side of the street as I could.

Even though it was dark and raining, I could make out two guards around the truck. They didn't seem to notice my presence, I snuck up behind them. I quickly bashed one of their heads into the brick alley wall, making him go unconscious.

Before the other could call for backup, I stole a gun from the guy on the ground and shot them both in their heads. However, one of the walkie talkies caught my attention as it began to provide static.

"You two come back to the house, we found Alexander roaming the streets. He's down in the cells with the rest of the Roman family."

I began to grind my teeth in frustration. This is just great... just fucking great. A realization dawned upon me. How many fucking times do I need to tell Vincenzo about getting himself kidnapped.