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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Romeo POV
Past age: 32:
It's been nine years since the disappearance of my niece, Luna. I usually stick around the hospital to avoid seeing my brother Enzo bury himself in work to fill the void his daughter left or how my sister-in-law Ana focused her full attention on her children instead of herself. Or how the rest of my family, including my wife and children, stay close to my brother, Enzo's family, in an attempt to provide comfort. Nine long years of seeing my family suffer and the endless unwrapped presents we have gotten Luna over the years. Despite her absence, every birthday present and Christmas present are all stored in one of our guest rooms. Every dress, shirt, pants, or accessory the women in our family found for Luna is stored alongside her crib and baby clothes saved for her the day she comes back with us because she will come back with us. I, along with the rest of my family, find myself in that room frequently when things get too hard; it provides a strange feeling: comfort and warmth.
Today we're here at an important mafia ball; as expected, the whole family is here, including my parents, much to their dislike. Ever since Enzo took over the mafia, they prefer to stay away from it and enjoy their lives traveling, but they still make sure to come every once in a while for a family dinner. Today we're all forced to wear the mask of perfection because we are the Italian mafia. After Luna's kidnapping, they all expected our empire to fall; they are waiting for a sign of weakness, just like a shark waiting for its prey. After our grand entrance, we sat down next to the American mafia, our closest allies since long before I was born. Easton Scott, the Don, is next to his wife, Hazel, and their three children, Atlas, Axel, and Ivy. Fourteen-year-old Atlas is sitting right next to his father looking utterly bored, but the moment he spots Giovanni and the boys, his mood changes. Atlas looks back at his father for permission before moving a couple seats down to be right next to his friends. They were raised together since the moment they were born. Directing my attention away from them, I turned towards the other tables and examined both the familiar and unfamiliar faces. I ignored the women who wore the most extravagant dresses and looked at the men at their side.
Since the moment we were capable of reading someone, we were taught techniques and habits people do when nervous or other suspicious behaviors that can affect us in any shape or form. None of the mafias here had the ability of even coming close to us, but we still watched them just to be informed because in our world knowledge is power. The ones we were mostly worried about were the British and Spanish. They don't have an alliance signed on paper or based on a marriage, but they sure as hell had some type of deal due to the closeness they kept between them. Leon, the Spanish mafia don, was a very disturbing man; it was said that he had unsettling taste in women. Our family never liked him due to the way he often looked at our children; when Ana was pregnant with the twins, we often caught him looking at her belly, not even trying to be discreet. We confirmed ourselves that he in fact liked young children; though we never saw him commit horrors in person, we heard of many children's bodies found in Spain with evidence of rape. Many mafias—ours included—wanted him dead, but we all benefited from the drugs he supplied.
