Beautiful Lies (Editing)

Chapter 1 : Natalia Venturi

May 29th

"NATALIA VENTURI ! " My father shouted in front of his men. He was sitting in his black leather chair, smoking his usual italian cigar.
" You are not going anywhere !" He looked at me furiously.

- It's only for a month... I said

- I don't care ! You won't go. That's it !

- What's wrong with that. I'm just going to visit my grandmother, YOUR mom ! and you're refusing. Why. Because it's ''dangerous". It's not like I'm going on a mission impossible. It's been more than 4 years since i last saw her. I don't understand you, Father...

- I SAID YOU WON'T GO ! It's not the time, nor the moment, for you to make such scene ! Now stop arguing with me.

I sighed and left the room. It's been more than a month since I was trying to convince my father to let me go see my grandmother and he been refusing everytime i asked. Always saying " It's not the time to travel" or " It's too dangerous" or even " You can't travel alone". I'm already 24 year old. Please don't tell me that I can't travel alone.

Being the chief of the Italian mafia of New York. I bet it's because of the stress he's going through regarding his dealing with the russian. I was born in a not-so-honest family. My father was in the Italian mafia and my mom the daughter of L.A's italian mafia boss. My life was everything except normal. We've always been on the move. People erupting in our houses at any hour of the night. Guns hide in random place in every rooms. "Family" members being killed out of the blue. During my childhood, I never really understood what was wrong with my family. But as I grew, I started to catch up a little more about our situation. And when my parent told me at my 18th birthday, I wasn't really shocked...But I still acted as if it did. Because their facial expressions was priceless. I mean. After all I've went through. Plus, when some random person comes to your house carrying some suspicious sport bags filled with tones of white powders in more suspicious plastic bags. You quickly understand that your parents aren't really backers and THAT isn't flour... No matter what age you are.

It's not some hairy Vodka drinkers that will stop me from going to see my belove grandmother. Permission or not, I'm going to Italy ! Just watch me father.

(A/N : If anyone was offended by the first line. I'm really sorry. And kid lisent to your folks)

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'' Natalia can't you just listen your father ? I'm sure he has his own reason to refuse " Said my mom, Luciana. " I'm going mom, I made my decision. And anyway, I'm not a child anymore, I shouldn't even ask him if i want to travel. But I did, only because I respect him as a parent." She looked at me and sighed. I walked toward her and putted my hands on both size of her face gently rubbing her cheeks with my tumbs. " Nothing bad will happen to me Mama. Everything will be fine. I'll stay only for a month and I'll come back. But I really want to see Mami Elda." I said as she looked at me quietly and weakly smiled.

- When are you leaving ?

- In three days.

- Are you going to stay at Elda's house.

- Probably not.... Maybe, if she still has place but you know that there always people at her house. I said as we laughed together.

- Is there going to be someone to pick you up there ? She said nervously

- Mom, please stop worring so much.