When Paris was 5, she her brothers, father and mother went to the park because they had a day of. While Paris was playing with another kid, she laughed when he got hurt. When the boy started bleeding, Paris wanted to touch it.
The entire Romano fami...
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"All shipments full?"I ask my main guard –Mario– and he nods.
"Yes sir. All the guns are there. I made double sure. The Spanish didn't double cross us."Mario says and I nod, taking a gulp of my whiskey.
"Call a meeting with the Greeks for in 2 weeks. Make sure this meeting goes well. No mis-"the ringing of my phone cut me off and I furrow my eyebrows.
That's my personal number. I pick it up when I realize it my second oldest son.
"Yes, Matteo?"I ask, dismissing Mario and he takes his leave.
"We found her."he says and I suck in a sharp breath. They found my little girl. My little sweetheart.
"Where?"I ask and leave my office and make my way to my car to go home.
"In a mental institution in London. Thet sick bitch thought my little sister was crazy! We are going there right now to get my sister."he says with determination and I can hear the anger in his voice.
That little shit, sent my little girl to a mental institution! What the fuck! She's not crazy, she never was! She will never be!
"I'm on my way home, tell the rest about the news and tell them to pack clothes."I say as I get into my car and make my way to the house.
"Ya, ok. Hurry. Francesco isn't home yet but I'll call him and tell him to come home."he says and I end the call.
While driving home, I kept thinking of my little girl. My sweetheart. My Paris.
Ever since my useless of an ex- wife sent her away, me and my sons have been searching for her everywhere ever since they also came to know of the Mafia.
And finally after all these years, she's been found. And soon, she'll be back in my arms. Forever. I'll die before I let anything happen to her again. No one and I mean. No one, will ever hurt my little girl again.
Soon I made it to the house and saw Francesco's car already in the driveway
I take my needed stuff and rush into the house.
"Dad, is it true. Is she found?"Luca my youngest son asks with hope filled eyes.
I sigh and nod.
"Oh my God."he says with tears in his eyes. "I'm gonna run to pack. I swear I'll be quick!"he screams, running up the stairs, "and don't leave without me!"he yells and I chuckle and shake my head.
"The rest of us are already packed and ready to leave and go to London."Matteo says and I've noticed that Francesco and Domenico has been silent the whole time.
"Tell me when we're leaving."Domenico mutter with a scowl on his face and leaves the living room. I sigh and shake my head.
~ Time skip, they landed in London ~
"London, the greatest. It's fucking cold."Luca says and shivers and runs into the car that's waiting for us. I shake my head and sit in the driver seat.
Francesco getting in the passenger seat and the rest take seat wherever they find best.
Soon we are driving to this.. mental institution.
"What do you guys think she's like?"Luca asks and I have no way how to answer that.
It's been years, since I last saw my little girl and she could've changed. People change. I mean, she was in a mental institution basically all her fucking life.
How was her life there? Does she remember us? Is she sad? Is she still the same bubbly girl she was before?
All these thoughts in my mind and I didn't even realize when we arrived at this mental institution.
"Here goes nothing."Francesco says and we all exit the car and make our way inside.
We reach the front desk and a women greets us, "how can I help you gentlemen today?"she asks with a sweet smile.
"Is there a Paris Romano here?"I ask and the women frowns and checks.
"No but we do have a Paris Torelli."she says and I smile and nod. My useless ex- wife's last name before she married me was Torelli.
"We would like to see her please."I ask and the women nods and leads us to a room. "She's my daughter, was sent here by a women names Clara Romano."I say as we follow the women.
When we reach, we see a two-way mirror. On the other side of us is a comfortable looking office and we see a women in her late thirties and a girl/women younger then 20.
My little girl.
"Why is there guards stationed here, with cuffs?"Domenico asks. I would also like to know.
"Why is she in there?"Emilio asks with a small frown.
"She.. loses control in some topics that is discussed. She's actually not crazy. I've seen it, myself. All the pain is talking. Her mother sent her here because she's.. crazy? Ya, I don't think she is. Everytime she loses control is because of pain. The pain her mother put her through. The pain that her own mother sent her here, thinking she's crazy."the women says and we nod.
I was slowly taking in the information.
"Claudia –Paris' therapist– is asking her some questions about her father and brothers. Meaning you guys. She's been answering them ask amazing. She misses you guys. Her father. Brothers."
"This is when you guys enter."and we enter and the women and girls heads turn to us.
I can clearly see that this girl is my daughter. My little sweetheart. My little girl.
She's in a state of shock. That's for sure.
"Papa."she mutters so softly I barely hear her, but I do.
"We've come to take you home, sweetheart. Back to where you belong."I say as softly as I can and she slowly nods and stands up.
"You go pack. I'll tell you father about all the medicine you have to take."the women –Claudia– says and she nods and the guards put the cuffs on her again.
I frown, "take it off. Now."Francesco commands and they immediately follow what he said. Pussies.
The last thing I see of my daughter before she went to pack, is her smile. And little chuckle and her saying, "pussies." Afterwards.
I keep in my smile of pride and turn to the therapist.
And it all dawns on me now.
My little girl is finally going to be in my arms again. Forever.
