Affari Segreti- A.I

Chapter 3

(Amore's POV)

Walking through the door, closing it behind resting on it, and letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"Amore il mio bambino is that you?" my mother's voice rang through the long hallway of the front of the house hearing the frustrated tone in her voice knowing she already knew the outcome of the mission.

Closing my eyes letting out a tired sigh knowing what is to come. The thing about my mother is that she had turned bitter after my father was murdered. The only thing on her mind is getting revenge for my father. Which means leaving her daughter to get raised by the ones among the group or with the already mothers not having the time to get to know her daughter.

"Where have you been? Does it take that long to walk from town, or were you too busy being distracted by the Clifford boy?" I stayed in the doorway of the meeting room looking down at the floor in shame, as I had failed to get the mission done.

"Look at me when i'm talking to you Amore" she said in a hard tone.

Looking up at her seeing her look at me with regret and what looked to be disappointment as I turned out to be more like my father than herself. It's the one thing she hates more than anything.

"You know if you weren't so much like your father then you would have gotten it done the first time. You wouldn't be so easily influenced by your wants and needs. Your emotions are the one thing that makes you weak, but yet it's the one thing that you can't seem to let go of." she says in a lazy tone, as she always does every time I do something she doesn't see, as fit for someone who is in a gang, but most importantly, as someone whose father used to be one of the most powerful and respected leaders of all.

"Dad used to say that emotions are what kept him alive all those years, or at least that's what Zia told me" I said in a quiet tone knowing it would anger her, as the topic of my father usually did.

Feeling the slap come in contact with the side of my face, feeling her breath hitting the tops of my cheeks.

"And look where that got your Father." she said with an empty tone.

Silence fell between us and neither of us knew what to say next. That was until my mother cleared her throat.

"I'm sending you to do a job and you better not mess it up this time." She trails off and walks closer to me. "You know your place here is to find out information and to fight when you have to and you haven't been doing your part lately, so here is a chance to redeem yourself Amore." she uses her index finger and thumb to grip my chin forcing me to look into her eyes.

"I have been doing my part! You know how hard I work to get us the information that we need and yet you still act like I just sit on my ass as our other members go out and get killed." I scoff in her face but she keeps the same expression of anger on her face except now it's turning into rage.

"Listen to me! Your job is to go find out what Irwin and his little minions know about Lorenzo. I know they have information. They have a whole room dedicated to storing it in files so they don't have a big digital footprint but don't let that fool you. The others say that the room is very well protected with passwords and fingerprints. That Luke kid is really good with the technical stuff." Her grip stays firm on my chin. "And I'll make you a deal. You come back with useful information and I won't kick you to the curb. I don't care what you have to do, just get in that room and get what we need and get out. Do you hear me Amore?" she said sternly.

Nodding not having the will to say anything else knowing it wouldn't change her mind. Of course it wasn't the first time she had used the do what I tell you too and you can stay living under my roof she would never actually do it though.

"You can leave me now I have work I need to do" she says walking over to her desk and sitting down looking at documents that had been she had out when I came into the room.

Walking out of the tense feeling room moving up the stairs giving a small smile to the maids and other workers that had been with the gang for years. Finally getting into my room wanting nothing more than to just fall onto my bed and never leave knowing it was best not to. Moving to the bathroom in the far corner of the room, turning on the shower waiting for the water to heat up. Moving to the mirror to put my hair up so it wouldn't get wet seeing the red mark from where the smack had made contact. Flinching at the slight pain I got from the sensitivity of it, times like this are the moments where I wonder what it would have been like if Dad was here. Would he let her hit me? Would he himself ever hit me?

Letting out a sigh, before moving over to the shower to see if it was to the right temperature removing the clothes from earlier almost relieved to get the thick heavy material. Stepping into the water feeling the tense muscle finally relaxing for a moment, but knowing it had to be short-lived, as the job made i'ts way back into my mind. Quickly finishing the shower grabbing a towel, after turning off the water stepping out and moving to find clothes. Finally settling on a pair of leather pants with a deep maroon corset top with black heeled booties.

Looking down at my arms seeing the different pieces of artwork permanently etched into my skin. Letting a small smile come onto my face, as I was proud of the work it was the one thing that set me off from the other women of the group and it makes me feel like my own person not just some play piece in my mother's sick game of life.

Moving to start on the makeup feeling, the pit of the stomach knowing nothing good will come from this mission.

This mission would be one of my hardest jobs to come.

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