the heart of New York City's concrete jungle, where the echoes of power and danger reverberate through towering skyscrapers, Corinna Da Luca, a luminous presence in the world of shadows, navigates the intricate web of her Mafia lineage. Shielded by...
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Corinna 9 years old
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Angelina ' Angel' Da Luca
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Lorenzo Da Luca
In the Da Luca household, the routine of our lives followed a delicate dance between my father's business dealings and my mother's impeccable grace as the anchor of our family. Thirteen years ago, on that seemingly ordinary day, our world was blissfully unaware of the impending storm.
As Angelina, or Angel as we affectionately called her, picked me up from school, I babbled on about my day, the innocence of childhood shielding me from the complexities that loomed. The chauffeur navigated the streets while Angelina and I exchanged anecdotes, laughter filling the car.
"Mommy, who are the guests?" I queried, always curious about the comings and goings in our household.
"These guests are different, sweetheart," she responded, her smile masking a depth of concern that I, at the tender age of nine, couldn't fathom.
Upon arriving home, the familiar embrace of my father greeted us. Lorenzo, deeply engrossed in the intricacies of the mafia world, acknowledged our presence before being enveloped once again by his responsibilities.
The air shifted as guests arrived, their presence casting an unfamiliar tension upon our haven. Undeterred by the undercurrents, I greeted them with the innocence of a child. "Hello!" I chimed, unaware that this greeting would be etched into the fabric of my memories.
