The life of a Mafia princess

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Third PoV

"Go inside please, Elena." Santino says when they arrive at their house ago. The property looks like nothing happened at all. All the blood was washed away, the bullets, guns and various other trash was cleaned up and to any outsider it looks like a normal house with the perfect family.

Eleonora is grateful for this, but simultaneously it makes her nauseous. It seems to easy to clean up any kind of mess and pretend as if it nothing ever happened. It reminds her off her time with her mother and her boyfriend.

Everyone considered them to be a great and happy family with no issues. No one ever would have suspected that there could be something going on behind closed doors. Simply because everyone was able to put on such a great act that everyone was fooled by them.

Not even her mother was able to see past his charm and help her. She believed every poor excuse Elena had to offer and never questioned them. And sometimes, Elena hated her for this. She couldn't grasp why someone, much less a mother, would ignore this.

But now that she finds herself in this situation again, she understands her mother. She would prefer it too if she had the same abilities as her mother. Keeping quiet, accepting everything that is said and ignoring any signs that things might not be the way they're made out to be.

If Elena would possess the ability to be obvious to everything she didn't want to accept, she wouldn't see the blood wherever she looks. She wouldn't see herself running to a car to get away from strangers in her own home.

Or her brothers home. The way things are, she can't consider this as her home anymore. When she thinks about her home, she thinks about a comfortable, safe house with a happy, loving and complete family.

Several break ins, missing brothers, gun violence and secrets upon secrets ruin her illusion of a family. She wishes she could just get away from everything or at least go back to her own obviousness. Back to her happier days in the family when she was still convinced that Ivano hates her and wants her gone.

And occasionally, she would wish that he was gone. But now that he is, she wants him back. She wants the mean, harsh truth he has to offer and not lies or brothers that consider her to be useless.

Nonetheless, she quietly gets out of the car and goes inside. The inside looks just as perfect as the outside. Everything is clean and she can see Alfonso in the kitchen, preparing a meal for whatever time of day it is right now.

She takes it all in for a short moment before walking upstairs, into the safety of her room. The overwhelming smell of chemicals gets stronger the closer she gets to her room and she fears the sight that might await her on the other side of her door.

Timidly, Elena's hand comes in contact with the door handle. Her fingers move around it for seconds and then tighten. Her body begins to shake and countless of mental images of the worst scenarios possible flash in front of her eyes. From her brothers laying dead in her room, to dead strangers, to her dead mother being in there and countless of other crimes are included in that.

For a moment, she even believes that her whole room will be covered in blood. That whoever cleaned the house, moved it all into her room to scare her away. Or to show her what cruelty her mere existence leads too. Because even with as little information as she has, it's clear that she's the cause for everything.

Her shaking intensifies and a mew wave of nausea hits her. Suddenly she pulls her hand away from the door handle as if it's electrical. With quick steps, she walks away from her door and without much thinking enters her brother's room.

The room hasn't changed since she's been last in here. The same colored walls and the same sheets on the bed heavily remind her off the first time in this room. And she wonders what Ivano's reaction to her being in here, changing into his clothes to lay down in his bed because she is terrified of her own room and needs to rid herself off the memories her own clothes hold would be now.