𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | 𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐀$$

008.

SOUTH SIDE JAMAICA, QUEENS, NY.
January 1992.

Standing behind the kitchen wall, Deanna seen two men in all black walk in. They had guns and seemed like they were looking  for something. Without hesitation, she made a sign of the cross. Her father had always taught her what to do in this circumstance.

Placing the silencer over the gun, she shot one in the head instantly killing him. The other had made his way down the hallway before she could shoot him.

"Fuck Dee. Fuck!" She said to herself. She seen someone smashing the kitchen window in trying to enter. Shooting him in his hands, she took his gun out of his hands.

"Who the fuck are you?" She snatched his mask off his head. Under the mask was an Colombian man from none other then her father's rival. Shaking her head, she shot him in the face leaving him on the kitchen floor.

She then heard shots go off. She instantly ran towards the shots remembering her grandmother was in the home while it was one more intruder left. Standing in the hallway she heard Nonna crying.

"Entras en esta maldita habitación, estás muerta, niña." She heard the man's voice say from inside the room.

She had to think quickly. What would her parents do? Shaking her head she seen blood flowing throughout the room into the hallway.

She felt strong hot tears come down her face. Wiping them quickly, she quickly threw a shots in the room while the male fired back. Both of her shots landed in his abdomen causing him to fall to the ground. His bullets just barely missed her head. Shaking her head she walked inside shooting him in the head.

"Nipote...." She heard Nonna's voice.  Turning around she seen HER grandmother fall to the floors. Deanna quickly grabbed Nonna wrapping her in her arms. Looking around, she seen that her grandmother had been shot and the maid was dead.

"No no no, no fuck!" She instantly grabbed a towel applying pressure to Nonna's wound. Her tears were coming down quickly, "You're going to be good Nonna keep your eyes open." She tried to reassure her grandmother but she was losing blood.

"I love you Deanna. My beautiful girl." Nonna smiled lightly while her eyes closed slowly.

"Princess!" She heard her father running down the hallway.

"Nonna stay with me, help is coming I promise. Please keep your eyes open." The tears began pouring down. Deanna knew Nonna was going in and out of consciousness.

"Get the car! Get those guys to clean these fucking bodies up." Vito yelled to his brothers while he seen his daughter holding his mother. He ran to her, "Ma, please keep your eyes open."

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Nonna was pronounced dead when they arrived to the Queens Hospital Center. Deanna was distraught, all she could think about was the what ifs. What if she had killed all of them first? What if Nonna had stayed in Italy? What if?

"Deanna." Her mother walked up  seeing her daughter had been crying. She wrapped her arms around her baby and sat down on the porch. Raq kissed her forehead while rubbing her hands up and down her back.

"Mama, I tried I swear I did ." Deanna sniffled and laid her head on her mother's chest.

"I know you did. You did some shit no one could ever babygirl." Raq kissed her forehead and looked at Vito as he stood outside the hospital room. They knew their daughter was traumatized.