CHIARA ROMERO was kidnapped from her influential crime family as a child, growing up with no memory of her origins and an abusive home life. Raised in the streets of New York, she learned to fend for herself, becoming a fierce and brutal woman. At o...
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"For as long as I can remember, my life has been filled with pain, anger and violence. Everywhere I go, it seems that this brutality follows me. Ever since I got dragged into the depths of the underworld, I have been drowning in the violence, but the worse part is; I enjoy the pain, I don't want it to stop." ------------------------------------------------------------- I'm currently making dinner for Sofia and George before they get back from the club they go to regularly to get drunk and high off their asses. I know if it isn't done by the time they get back, they will have some kind of punishment waiting for me. At this point I don't feel the pain that comes with their punches, I don't try and fight back as much as I used to because one day they will underestimate me. That is the day I will kill them.
Hearing the key hit the lock, I hurry to place the food on to the plates before sliding them onto the table and sprinting up the stairs, away from the pair of them. I don't even want to imagine what they would've done if they saw me. When it comes to them, it's like I cant defend myself, I freeze at the sight of them, I feel weak. Ever since my 10th birthday, I haven't been able to look them in the eyes, my own mother sold me to the Russian mafia, and for what? money? revenge?
After being held captive for a year, I lost all hope of being rescued, but that didn't mean that I made it easy for Maxim Kozlov and his demon son Damian. His youngest son, Nikolai, was actually different from those two, he would sneak me food and help treat my wounds when ever he could. I never got to thank him for that, he was the only thing that kept me sane.
Maxim would use me for money, he would make me participate in street races, fights and assassinations. His guards would constantly be with me whenever I wasn't locked up in the basement, so I didn't stand a chance if I tried to run away.
By the time I was 14 I had gained the strength and knowledge to escape, Nikolai was supposed to sneak out with me but changed his mind because of his little sister, Sasha, she was only 9 at the time, he couldn't leave her with that cruel family without protection. I can only hope that Nikolai managed to take Sasha away from Maxim and Damian, but from what I have heard, they are still there. suffering.
Once I escaped, I ended up being found by child protective services and placed back into the abusive home I was in before, with Sofia and George. I will never refer to Sofia as my 'mother', she is no mother to me, if she loved me the way she should love her child, I would've grown up happy. It took lots of money and beatings to convince Sofia to not give me back to the Russians, she realised she could make more profits by selling me as 'entertainment' to her friends. I allowed her to do this, simply because it only took one phone call for me to end up back in hell, her and George loved to threaten me with this if I ever slipped up, I could see it in their eyes.
A couple of months after my escape, I was still doing the illegal things that I used to do for Maxim. After living like that for so many years, it felt natural to me. One day I was walking in an ally after killing a rapist, as I was walking I saw multiple men surrounding a singular man on the floor. One of the men was clearly in charge from the sound of authority in his voice, I turned to leave, I didn't want to get involved, but I was spotted by that man. His name was Elijah Rutherford. Elijah was the don of the American mafia before he was murdered in cold blood by the Russians.
While Elijah was alive, he took me under his wing. Since that day in the ally he cared for me and swore to protect me. He wanted to kill my 'parents' and let me live with him, but I was so full of myself that I wouldn't let him, I wanted to be the one to do it.
Elijah never married and didn't have any heirs to his Mafia, so on my 15th birthday he told me, that I would take over the American Mafia after him. I just didn't think it would be so soon. Two weeks later, he was murdered and I became Donna of the American Mafia.
Bringing my mind away from those horrible memories, I lay on my bed in silence, wondering what my life could have been like. Deciding that I need to stop acting so depressed, I climb out of bed, throw on a hoodie and push my window open. I always hate this part. Before I can think about it to much I climb out the window and drop to the ground. Ouch. standing up, I dash over to the bushes round the back of my house, weaving my way through them, I get to my baby. my motorbike. Personally, I always preferred bikes to cars, I think it's because of the added danger, the risk ,the exhilaration when you take a fast corner.
Hopping on my bike, I speed away down the street, heading to a nicer part of New York, where my base is. It's now 8pm and I've arrived at the guarded gates of my estate, I lift the visor of my helmet to identify my self to the guards, and the gates slowly start to open, I slip through the small gap and speed down the drive to the doors. The doors start to open as news of my arrival spreads like wild fire through out the estate, I can hear my second in command, Xander yelling things at my men and maids, he is clearly stressed out and me randomly showing up isn't helping.
"Xander" I greet as I spot him in the living room, the man looks like he got dragged through a bush. What on earth happened to him? "Donna, good to see you" he puts on a fake smile, there is 2 things to point out, A) me and Xander have been friends since I was 14 and he still chooses to call me donna over my name whenever there is people around, and B) there is clearly something bothering him, how could he possibly not be happy to see me?
"what's bothering you?" I say as I start walking to my office with him trailing behind me, he sighs and looks at me "another shipment was stolen tonight, everything so far points to the French being behind it", we get into the elevator in silence and I press the 3rd floor button before I finally say, "another one? what was stolen?" I'm fed up at this point, that is the 4th shipment this month that we believe the French stole, I need to come up with a plan to get the French to fuck off. "The usual, guns, ammo and drugs. we can't keep letting this happen, we are supposed to be the most powerful mafia and right now we look weak" he replies, looking away from me.
Getting to my office, i walk over to my shelf where I keep the bottles of alcohol, picking up two glasses, I pour out the whisky and hand a glass over to Xander, I put the bottle back and sit in my chair behind my desk, whisky in hand. Xander is leaning against the wall, slowly sipping on the whisky, clearly lost in thought, while I'm looking at the pile of paper work I have been putting off doing, downing the whisky in one gulp, I begin working on the mountain of paper work. yes I know I'm 17 and drinking alcohol but lets be honest here, I have done much more illegal things, some even got me arrested but that's a story for another day.
I'm finished with my paper work and Xander is passed out on my sofa, deciding against waking him up, i slowly start to pack up my things, trying to be as quiet as possible. just when I think I have done it, my phone rings. Bloody hell. Xander starts to wake up and then glares at me for 'ruining his beauty sleep' , that is what he always says to me anyway. Picking up the phone, I groan in annoyance, I can't be arsed with this.
"who am I speaking to?" words cannot describe how pissed I am right now, I was about to go home and sleep. "hello there, I'm officer Perry from NYPD, is this Chiara Romero?" police? if Sofia and George got themselves arrested I'm not bailing them out. "yes, this is she", " I'm very sorry to inform you that your parents passed away from a drug overdose, I'm sorry for your loss" they're dead? I don't know how to feel right now, on one hand I'm over joyed that the bastards finally got what they deserved but on the other hand, I was supposed to be the one to kill them, they were meant to suffer more than they did, and that angers me beyond belief.
"ma'am, you will need to come down to the police station to sort out potential foster care, because you are still a minor and have no relatives listed" this day just keeps getting worse, first my shipments get stolen and now foster care? "Of course, I will be there soon" I hung up the phone and look over at Xander. well shit.
------------------------------------------------------------- Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed :)
Just some background info on our girl Chiara, I love her I think she's so cool
