Chapter 8

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Katana’s POV

I wasn’t overly excited to enter the dining room – I could already hear my family arguing from inside. With a heavy sigh, I pushed open the heavy oak doors. A heavy silence fell over the room, as everyone turned to stare at me. I silently took my place, glaring at Dante. I knew he would have already spun his web of lies, making me the villain, while he was some angelic hero. I’m sure he’d already turned my entire family against me.

“Katana dear, eat up. Now tell me what you’ve done this time.” My mother’s cheery voice broke the silence. I could always count on my mother to support me, no matter how evil Dante made me look.

“I got a new member. A cop.” Big groans and sighs erupted from the table, along with many curse words muttered under people’s breath.

“He won’t be snitching anytime soon, okay? Just give me a chance for once. He’s a good cop, he can help us. And if he doesn’t, I will personally see to his death.”

People continued groaning, until my mother shushed them all.

“Well, I’m sure he’s a lovely young man. And if you trust him, he can’t be that bad, eh?”

My younger brothers were sniggering to each other – I assumed making fun of me.

“Were you too scared to kill him? Or do you love him?” Harry sneered. Yep, there it was. Ollie stayed quite – he was always the quietest. I pulled out my knife, and stabbed the table to get everyone to shut up.

“For god’s sake, just shut up. All of you.” I was sick of their bullshit.

“Katana, you better not make us regret this. This is your final warning.” Dante, who had been surprisingly quiet, broke the silence. I pulled my knife out of the table, noticing the hundreds of holes from previous incidents. I rolled my eyes, and walked out. I could hear my mother telling me to come back and finish dinner, but I ignored her. I needed to get out, to get away from Dante.

As I got further away from the dining room, I heard loud footsteps and giggles making their way down the hallway towards me. They quickly caught up with me – my limp slowed me down. It was particularly bad today.

“Hi Bianca, hi Valentina.” Without looking, I knew it was my younger twin sisters.

“Kat! Can you take us to McDonald’s?

“Yeah, that dinner was gross!!”

My sisters had both failed their driving tests. 3 times. So now I was their designated driver.

“Look, I’m not really in the mood. We’ll go tomorrow.”

“Ughh please!” It was useless arguing with them. They always won.

“Fine. But you owe me.”

By the time we’d driven the 7 miles to the nearest MacDonald’s, I was pretty hungry. I ordered a cheeseburger and a McFlurry, and waited 20 minutes for Bianca and Valentina to decide on their order. They finally settled on a sweet chilli wrap each, and I got my card out to pay. I paused. At the last minute, I added an extra McFlurry to the order. Groaning, I swiped my card and picked up the order. Why was I doing this? Kai didn’t deserve a McFlurry. Ugh. Why did this man make me… Feel things?

Later that night, after I’d had a very awkward conversation with Kai, I sat down at my desk. A call notification from Yelena popped up. My older sister had been away in Australia on a mission for the past few weeks, and she was one of the few people I actually liked. I’d looked up to her my whole life, especially as Dante wasn’t the best role model for a 3 year old.

I accepted the call and Yelena’s face filled the screen.

“Hey Kat!”

“Lena! How’s Australia?” She had a glass of red wine in the corner of her screen. I shivered as I saw it, but she noticed and quickly moved it out of sight.

“Eh, less exciting than I expected. I was hoping for hot tubs and ice cream. It’s more just waiting, and watching some old guy. Anyway, what’s this I hear about you hiring some cop?”

I sighed. “Yep, not my finest moment. I don’t really know what happened. But… He could be useful I guess. And I didn’t want to waste my bullets.”

“Mhm. Sure.”

“Long story short, everyone hates me now.”

“Even Bee and Val?”

“I bought them MacDonald’s, so they’re happy.”

“What really happened? Why didn’t you kill him?”

“I said, I didn’t want to waste my – “

“Kat.”

“I… I don’t know.” I sighed again. “Lena, what’s happening to me? I never… Feel things. I mean, I even bought him an ice cream. Oh God, what’s happening. I don’t know if I like him, or I want to punch him in the face.” I rested my head on the table, letting the silence stretch out between us.

“You know, it’s not a bad thing to feel.”

“Yes it is, father always said-“

“Forget about father. Look, we were always taught to not feel. To not show any weaknesses. Father always told us that we were weaker than our brothers. We were always forced to fight for our place in this family. But father's not here any more, and we can do what we want. We don’t have to fight any more. You’re allowed to feel things Kat.”

I rolled my eyes. “We’re in the Mafia, Lena. Not day care.”

“Oh, Kat, I gotta go. But I’m serious. You should start feeling things.” She laughed and ended the call.

I banged my head on the table, before groaning and walking into my room. I stayed up watching dog tik toks until early morning, before falling asleep on the couch in the corner of my room.

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