The Counterfeit (Mafia Series)

2

The beginning

*Flashback*

"Come here baby, let's get these off you." I held her in my arms as I slipped her blood drenched socks off her cute feet.

I slipped on a brand new pair of fuzzy socks I bought at the airport terminal. She hasn't spoken, I've no idea what the sweet girls name is.

She only nods and curls up close to me when she gets spooked. Little sweet Bambi. She needs a bath and so do I, I didn't have any idea of how I'd get her out of the country with me considering I'm a ghost in Italy and now so is she.

Although I was stumped for a few I realized I had a favor to call in to a certain grandfather.

"Pops, hey I need you."

"Com'è la mia unica nipote e di cosa hai bisogno?" (How is my only granddaughter and what do you need)

"Ho bisogno che tu mi faccia uscire io e una piccola bambola dall'Italia. Per sempre." (I need you to get me and a little doll out of Italy grandfather. For good.)

"Partiamo?" (We are leaving?) I heard a soft voice utter in the sweetest manner.

I looked down at the baby I held to my side while she stared up at me her jade green eyes full of curiosity. Her small fingers twirling my hair for her enjoyment.

"Quella bambola è la bambina scomparsa del defunto Don e Donna d'Italia?" (Does that doll happen to be the missing child of the late Don and Donna of Italy?)

I gulped as I knew I had been caught.

Shit-

I smiled and kissed her forehead motioning with my finger for her to give me a minute.

"If so... would that change anything about me asking for your assistance?"

"Certo che non è una ragazza dolce, siamo una famiglia e sarò dannata se ti lascio esposta" (Of course not sweet girl we are family and I'll be damned if I leave you exposed)

I let out a breath of relief I didn't realize I was holding in the moment.

"Okay."

"Sarò lì tra dieci minuti. Ti tieni stretto e ti farò uscire." (I will be there in ten. You hold tight and I'll get you out.)

"Tieni presente mia cara nipote, sai come funzionano gli inferi." (Keep alert my dear granddaughter you know how the underworld works.)

"Yes grandfather."

With that the line went dead and I set my attention back on the little Angel in my arms.

"Parli inglese dolce Angelo?" (Do you speak English sweet Angel?)

With rosy cheeks and a small smile she held up her little delicate hand and made a small motion showing that she knew little amount.

"Solo un po'" (just a little)

She whispered out and I smiled down walking us back to our seats.

"Mmm what is your name baby?"

She made a 'come closer' motion with her little hand. I leaned in closer and she cupped my ear and whispered shyly.

"Her- hershhilia" she struggled a bit but I understood her well enough.

"I love your name hersilia, it is beautiful."

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Present time, 2 years later

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