In the morning around 10 am
Abramo was tapping his foot, waiting impatiently for the information. The Antonov and Russi family has gone back to their extravagant mansion.
Though they wanted to stay to torture that person one by one in different ways, Abramo forced them to go as they too had a lot of work. To say forcing them back to their home was difficult would be an understatement.
Lost in his thoughts of how he will make the bastard suffer, He remembers the little moments he had with his daughter when naming her.
A few hours before the kidnapping
Abramo's pov
After everyone has taken my princess in their arms, I take her back and settle her in my arms.
"What's gonna be her name?" Igor, my 13 years old son asks, watching his little sister with a big grin and loving eyes. I smile at him. All my boys love their sister, I know it. They would do anything to protect her no matter what and it eases me to know it.
"Hmm...Abramo you tell." My beautiful wife says with a smile adorning her face.
I thought for a minute then looked at my baby and caressed them. "Amelia Russi Antonov."
Everyone smiled and my baby wrapped her little hands around my finger. My smile gets bigger.
Igor started clapping and jumping, "See my baby sister liked it." Everyone chuckled with fondness.
Back to the present timing
Dante bursts into the room, waking Irena in the process. He breathes heavily like he ran a marathon.
"Dad...we had found the van but...."
"But what Dante?" Irena asks
"But the driver and the one who kidnapped her are dead. Amelia is not with them." Dante declares.
Abramo clenches his jaw. He reminds himself to not lose his composure in front of his child. His arms tense and he closes his eyes cursing in Italian.
Five years later (after the incident)
The Russi and Antonov family were devastated.
Especially the Russi family.
The loss of their daughter and sister had made the house as silent as a grave.
No one talks much to anyone.
There were no holidays from work. All the boys had changed, the loss of their only sister had changed them.
They smoke, get into fights, have one-night stands, and come drunk every night. Their parents were dead, not physically but mentally.
As the mafia king, Abramo has to keep his face straight, but inside he boils with resentment, anger and self-hate.
Irena is a mother who lost her child. Her only daughter, but she still takes care of them like she used to, still smiles like she used to.
But she mourns for her daughter's loss, every day.
The Russi family had to attend an important gala of the mafias. But since some of them had work to do, only Abramo, Alvise and Igor decided to go. Every year, the gala is held all around the world. This time it was held in New York.
Around 11 pm
Red house is the smallest town in New York. A long, beautiful limo was passing by the small houses of the town when they saw a little figure being thrown out of the house door.
Dante frowns when he sees a man hitting a small girl with a belt as the girl cries in pain, pleading with the man to stop.
"Ferma quella macchina!!" Roared Dante. (Stop the car!). It was then that his family turned to notice the girl getting beaten up.
The car comes to a stop, making the other cars at the backstop. The boys rushed towards the little girl, their bodyguards ready to attack the abusive man.
Abramo holds his hand to stop his man from taking their guns out, not to scare the poor girl.
Dante pushed the man away from the girl and his man grabbed the man.
"How dare you!!!" The man shouted, clearly shocked by their appearance but still angry.
Abramo orders his men to take the evil man away.
Dante gently takes the little girl in his arms, her eyes were closed "Please.....master ....I am ......sorry" the girl stuttered, tears rolling down her soft cheeks.
Dante gently rocks her back. He wants to take all the pain away from her. "Shh...baby it's ok" He gently whispers in her ears.
The girl calms down a little but is still sobbing.
Dante doesn't know what happened but he felt like he wanted to kill the man who abused her.
"Princess, would you open your eyes?". Dante asked slowly. The little girl nodded and slowly opened her eyes.
Everyone gasped when they saw the little girl's eyes. Dante stumbled a little, making the girl clutch his shirt for her dear life.
He couldn't believe it. It's......it's her. It's her
Amelia.
His little sister.
Author's Note
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