A traumatic event places Mia Martinez in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Trying to run from her problems, but instead running into a whole set of new ones by the name of Giovanni Luciano.
Giovanni became the Don of the Italian Mafia at the age o...
A/N- You have been warned. The first 2/3 chapters are written like shit. I'm slowly learning, so bare with me please..
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9 years ago 13-year-old Mia
I don't know what's wrong with papa recently.
We buried my grandfather, Antiono, almost a week ago. He is different now, and it scares me.
My mama has never been around, and my papa always took care of me, but for the past week a random lady has been watching me.
He is always gone now, and I don't understand why.
When I do see him, he yells at Miss Lucy, the random lady, in their own special language.
A language he never wanted me to learn.
When he's done yelling at Miss Lucy, she pulls me away from my papa while he acts like I don't exist anymore.
He has broken my heart.
"Are you almost done with dinner Mia?"
Her voice pulled me from my dinner. She calls it Chicken Alfredo. It's one of my favorites.
I glance towards the older woman. Her grey hair pulled into a tight bun placed on the base of her neck. Wrinkles frame her eyes and cracked lips. The outfit all women in the house wear covers her body. Black and white dress, but hers is quite dirty.
I look towards the black clock placed on the wall to my right. She has been watching it closely every few minutes. Her fidgety hands keep shaking slightly.
Is she okay?
"Almost," I answered her. The corner of my small lips tip down. I can't seem to be happy nowadays. I know I shouldn't be so down. I have a home and food on my table, but what if I just want my papa?
I'd skip all my meals if that means I could spend one day with him.
Miss Lucy nods and gives me a tight-lipped smile. I watch her pace back and forth as I resume eating. She brings her wrecked hands to her face and starts biting on her thumb nail.
Papa always told me that's a awful habit, so I grew out of it. I always listen to him.
She stayed like that as I finished my plate.
"Miss Lucy," I called out, causing her to stop and whip her head towards me. She dark eyes dropped from me to my plate. In two hurried steps she picked up my plate and dashed through the kitchen doors.
I waited patiently for her return.
It's what I was always taught. I'm not allowed to roam anywhere by myself.
"Let's go bebita," she says as she walks back into the dining room. I never bothered to ask what that word means. It's something everyone here calls me, so maybe it's my name in their language. {Baby girl}
