Libellula

Chapter 1 : Traitor

heyy! welcome to chapter 1 of Libellula! If you didn't know, libellula means dragonfly in Italian and you'll figure out why I titled it that by the end of this chapter, so enjoy!

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Chapter 1

"Aurora what are you doing training? We have a meeting with dad." My twin brother asks me as he walks into the training room.

"I could ask the same to you Angelino." I reply as I look over towards him.

He's stood in the doorway, his large build blocking it partially. His muscular arms are crossed along his chest as he sighs in annoyance.

"I just came to find you, this is a very important meeting." He says as he walks towards me and grabs the throwing knife out of my hand.

"Hey!" I frown as I reach for the blade.

"Let's go," he must notice my reluctance because he adds, "Dad says this is classified information and only we can know about it."

"What isn't classified with our father? We're in the damn mafia." I tell him.

"Zitto, vieni. (shut up, come.) " He replies blandly and grabs my arm dragging me with him.

I pull out of his grip and give him a deadly look, "You know I can walk myself."

"Sì," he shrugs, "You don't understand, this meeting is vital."

We get to my father's massive room and his guards send us in. Being involved in the mafia has its perks. One of them is getting to live in a mansion filled with over 30 rooms, excluding the kitchen and living area. Another perk is having hot guards around all the time. I usually send them the occasional wink just to mess with them. I know my father would never let them near me unless it was for protection.

"Ah, i miei figli (my children), I have special information for you." My father turns around in his chair and motions for us to sit down.

My brother and I both sit and wait for our father to continue.

"You guys know about the family heirloom," he starts.

"Yes, the one that our mother wore when she was killed." I begin as I turn angry just thinking about the person who murdered her. The heirloom has two pieces that fit together to form a dragonfly. My mother always loved dragonflies, which is why she wore the heirloom that was passed down from our family. It symbolizes wisdom, power, and poise. Everything my mother was.

"Well, there's a slight problem. I hid part of it under the floorboards on the first floor the night of your mother's murder. Last night I went to change its position and it was gone." He tells us, "We now are left with only the other half of it, which is hidden in a different place."

Only my father and I know where the second piece of the heirloom is. It is embedded in the back of my neck. Sure, I would say that the person who did the surgery would know, but they are now dead. That sounds terrible, but it wasn't from our doings, I swear. I recently got a dragonfly tattoo over the scar that formed, so people don't notice it.

My brother thought I was just getting surgery on my broken hand while the surgery took place. I feel like it's safer that he didn't know, not that I don't trust him, but for other reasons.

"Who could have taken it?" My brother asks while pulling at his brown hair.

"De Ritta." My father curses at his name, "He's been trying to get his hands on it his whole life, following in his father's footsteps. It's worth a fortune and your mother even died for it."

"How did he even get in here, even yet know where to find it?" I ask further.

"He most likely hired one of our guards to get it for him. Bastardo subdolo." My father replies.

"Are you saying one of the guards is a traitor?" My brother questions.

"Yes, and I need you two to figure out who it is. You guys are the only people who I can trust with it." My father says as he places his hands together, "Do you think you are capable of it?"

"Yeah." My brother and I say in unison.

"Great, I will talk to you later. I have some things to sort out." He finishes as we leave his room.

I begin walking back to the training room, closely followed by my brother.

"What's the plan Aurora?" My brother quickens his pace so he's keeping up with me.

I walk over to where the targets are located and pick up my throwing knifes, "Well, we are going to figure out who the cagna is and then we are going to make him pay." I throw a knife and it lands on the center of the targets head.

"Remind me never to get on your bad side little sis." He smirks at me as he watches me throw another knife.

"I remind you that every day," I look at him, "You are also only two minutes older dipshit."

"Touché." He replies and picks up a knife throwing it at the target missing it by a millimeter.

I smirk back at him, "You were always better with guns."

I watch as he rolls his eyes, "You're right."

"Like always." I pat him on the back and begin to walk away.

"Hey! Where are you going?" He asks watching me exit the training room.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm going to find the asshole who stole mom's heirloom."

He catches up to me and places his arm around my shoulder, "Haven't you learned we work better together?"

"You're right." I tell him.

"Like always," He replies and earns a punch on the shoulder from me, "Ow! You punch hard."

"That's the point," I smile at him and point forward at nothing in particular, "Now let's find this traitor."

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