VENGEANCE.

one

flashback

"Natalia! Come up here!" Estella's voice echoed through the house.

At the age of four, Natalia knew how to do many things. However, getting love was something she had always craved. She waddled up to her mom, trying her best not to trip.

"Mwama!" Little Natalia giggled.

Everyone would've thought it was cute. But sadly, her family (mother to be specific) was a different story. Estella looked at her in disgust, not even hiding it from view.

"Shut up, brat. Where's Luca?"

"I don't know, mwama. Hwe was with Ewi!"

"Useless child," Estella scoffed, earning a confused look from Natalia.

"Stay here and don't move."

Little Natalia nodded. Her big doe eyes glancing up to her mom, oblivious to the danger coming her way. She played with her dolls, looking up every once in a while. Until the door creaked open.

"Natalia! My favourite niece!" uncle Antonio grinned.

"Uncle ToTo!" Natalia shouted, enthusiasm seeping through her voice.

However, she didn't see the mischievious grin he had on his face. She ran up to him, hugging and putting her face against his chest. Without hesitating, he stabbed his own hand, leaving Natalia shocked.

She cried, yelled even. Footsteps could be hear thudding up the stairs.

"Natalia! What did you do?!" Francis panicked, after all it was his dear brother who got stabbed on the hand.

"It wasn't mwe!"

"Lying is bad for you, Little Natty."

Natalia saw the sinister glint in his eyes and that was when realisation hit the smart five year old. But she knew she had no way of ever winning the fight.

end of flashback

"Natalia? Earth to Natalia!"

"F*cking hell old man, what were you saying again?" I cursed, getting out of my trance.

It was a typical day in the school office. Maybe he found out I vandalised the school wall? Or beat up that one jock?

"As I was saying before I was rudely cursed at, your foster parents died and do you see the people behind you?" I turned back and was met with familiar pair of grey and blue eyes.

"They're your siblings and you're back in their custody."

Oh, this will be fun. After all, I'm reuniting with the people who thought I stabbed my own uncle.

I remember clear as day who they were. Andreas Romano, age 24 and Don of the Italian Mafia. The first sibling. And to his right, we have Emilio Romano, 22 and the Underboss of the Italian Mafia. The second sibling.

"Andreas, Emilio," I greeted with a cold tone, face void of any emotion.

"Natalia, it's good to see you again," my eldest sibling, Andreas, responded.

"I would say likewise but I would be lying."

A flash of hurt passed through their eyes but it was gone within a second. But who am I to care? They caused this upon themselves.

Intense stare off moment.

"Sorry to interrupt this staring session, but Natalia, your siblings are here to take custody over you so please settle your things outside and leave my office. Thank you," Mr Will said. Or was it Mr Pam?

I rolled my eyes and prepared to leave but not before glancing behind. "Yeah yeah, whatever. Flying to Italy I suppose? See you there." I slammed the door. Bad b*tch vibes.

You better pray for forgiveness Romanos, because your dear sister is back and she's much more worse than all of you combined.