Luna is a sixteen year old teenager with a past that no sixteen year old should have been through. After years of abuse and violence, Luna finally finds a way to cope after all the trauma she's been through. SURVIVE. That's Lunas goal in life, what...
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Today was quite an interesting day. As the previous don of the Italian mafia, I still like to help my son, the current Italian mafia don. I like to advise him and offer solutions that worked for me when I was in his position. I never want time to feel lost, so I provide whatever I can.
"Papà, la cena è pronta." My sixteen-year-old son Orlando says when he enters my office after knocking. Orlando is my second-to-last youngest child; he is the older of my twins. "Dad, dinner's ready."
"Sto andandoson." I said I was finishing up an email before standing up, and I walked towards my son Orlando, who was waiting by the door, before walking together to the dining room. "I'm going, son."
"How's school?" I ask.
"It's school, Papa." He answers before leaving where the rest of the family is at. Where all six of my creations and nine of my brother's kids are. They all live here since we prefer them to go to school together. Romeo lives here with his wife, Aurora, and their children. My other brothers live separately. My parents live in Potenza, Italy, though they visit often. My mom is all about family time, so we like to have a family dinner at least once a month, though sometimes it's not possible.
Except for my daughter Luna, who was taken at only two months old from one of our previous rivals. I haven't stopped searching for her since the day she was taken. Our family hasn't been the same since. Everyone thinks she's dead, but we know better.
She is a 𝓥𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓲; like hell she's dead.
I know my daughter is alive somewhere. I'll find her; I'm sure of it, even if it's the last thing I do.
I sit at the head of the table with my wife to my left and my son Alessandro to my right. I kiss my wife's hand before sitting down.
"Amor," I say to her before kissing her.
"Disgusting." Paolo, my brother's son, says with his hands covering his eyes.
"Oh shut up, it's so cute." Viviana responded with a huge smile on her face.
My beautiful Ana just laughs before we start eating the pasta she made for dinner.
Conversation flows naturally. Even though nephews always fight for the most random topics ever.
"The shipment was delivered today." My son Alessandro says to me while the others are eating and listening to Paolo's complaints.
"All in good condition." My son Aldo adds to the conversation.
"That's good, are we—" I start saying it before my phone starts to ring.
I take it out and see an unknown caller. My sons are looking at me weirdly when I answer; it's rare for me to answer a phone call when I'm with my family. I hate when someone interrupts my time with my family, but something in me told me to answer.
