Il Mio Gattino

Diana Loren Ross

[Nicloes' Grandmother]

Being in isolation for 30 years has been refreshing. Its like living a double life, and in this one, I felt free and happy being unknown. It gets lonely sometimes but I could never change anything about it. I do wonder about my daughter, had she kept the baby? Is the baby a girl or a boy? I never had a chance to know since she fell for the sick bastards' lies.

She never gave me a chance to be there for her. I know she was scared, but she was a daddy's girl, and when her father passed she blamed me for that. Her hatred for me, caused our bond to fade. When I gave her the ultimatum to come here with me, she refused and told me to forget about her and her existence. As she is my only child, I would never do such but I am at peace within myself.

Her father Patrick was only amazing to her, to me he was my worst nightmare. My father believed in power and getting his only daughter married to the most powerful man in America at the time seemed to be a good idea to him. My happiness never mattered. Father always said Patrick will take care of me and keep me safe, while he got paid millions.

One would say I was sold to the Mafia, I never had a chance of a good life until his death. Now, now I'm free. I do wish to know what happened to my daughter and her child. Is she still with that man? I hope not, he not only took my daughter away but he was dangerous. She just was too blind to even see what this man could do to her. And I blame myself for not protecting her enough.

I wonder if my old friend from the Italian mafia is still alive. Dante was a good man and without his help I wouldn't have survived [Dante Sr is Dantes' Grandfather] It wasn't normal for a mafia Man to be kind but the Italians proved me wrong and I will forever be in their debt.

Today seemed to be a nice sunny day, so I thought I should take a walk by the beach. I see my neighbors, and middle aged couple with two teenage girls. They were quite dramatic, the teenage girls. They remind me of Lacey at that age, even though thinking about her brings me pain. I still try to remember all the good things about her, about my daughter.

While walking around taking in the view, I suddenly see a helicopter landing on the neighboring island by my left. Having an unwavering feeling I quickly walk back to my house. I may be 70 years old but I definitely don't look like it, and I'm definitely not vulnerable or weak. I can handle any danger coming my way.

I quickly go to the kitchen, under the counter. I take out my gun, checking if its loaded as I quickly check the coast. You can never be too relaxed. Patricks' men know I was behind his murder. Italians didn't kill him, I did that. Dante offered to take responsibility but I know Patricks' most trusted men know it was me.

I tie my hair to the back as it will distract me if I don't. I see divers trying to hide in the water, definitely not doing a good job in that. I go to my couch, under it is a bag filled with all my weapons. I have them hidden all over the house for times like these. No one has found me until now, I quickly run to my safety room and watch them through my surveillance cameras.

Two men who look similar with a lot of tattoos look straight to one of my cameras as if knowing I'm looking straight at them. The both roll up their shirts to show me their similar tattoo in the side of their waist. I recognized it as soon as they did. The Italians! I switch on the microphone, "who sent you?" My sounded so cold and void of any emotion.

"Dante Moretti, Grandchild of Dante Sr" I sigh "what does he want?" The both look at each other, and turn "we found your grand daughter" they both say at the same time. I gasp "who is she?" The one with the weird eyebrows responds this time.

"Her name is Nicole Jackson, Daughter of Lacey and David Jackson. She wants to meet you" I nod to myself. "And Lacey? Where is she?" They both sigh "unfortunately she is no more" the other answers. Unshed tears fill up my eyes till tear drops fall. With a shaking voice I ask  "What happened to my daughter?" "If you don't mind Mam, is it possible we could talk to you face to face"

I pause and nod "alright" I take one of my guns and put it in the back of my waist band, and two knives on the bottom my jeans. One can never be too sure. I carry another gun making it visible and leave the room to find the two males in my sitting room. "You may sit" they both nod and sit.

"What are your names?" "I am Stefano and this is my twin Stephen, we are the grandchildren of Luca Alfonsi" I smile "I knew him, he was kind, I hope you both take after him" slight smirks on their faces "we would hope so" Stephen says chuckling.

"Now what happened to my daughter?" They both look at each other "I think it would be more appropriate if you're Grand Daughter told you" I sigh and nod. "Okay then lets go, I want to meet her. If you boys turn out to be lying I won't be scared to shoot your brains out" The both chuckled "yes we had been warned to thread lightly" I smirk

"Good then, Lets go"

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Hey guys!
I know I have been gone for a little but its holidays and summertime in my country so I had to party... sorry?
But I'm back!
Introducing The mysterious Grandmother..
Do we like her? Or are we not sure yet?
I know it was short but I promise a longer chapter next, it will be worth it.
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