Caterina Schiavone is the daughter of the boss of the Italian gangsters. She handles business like no other but when she moves to Tulsa Oklahoma she completely changes. She met a group of boys and falls for one, but later falls in love with her best...
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𝗖𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝗦. 1962 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗲, 𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗹𝘆
My name is Caterina Andrea Schiavone. I'm 14,I talk Italian and English. I am from New York but raised in Italy. I have a 15 year old sister her name is Martina Elena Schiavone, we don't look very much alike. We both like the same things though, but I'm tougher then her, that's a lie I'm sensitive sometimes, but then again I have anger issues and my sister doesn't she likes playing therapy. We are a like but different in many ways.
My mom died from cancer last year and my dad wasn't here to see her on her last days. He was at work. What does my dad do for a living? You might ask. He's in the Italian mafia, he's the boss of everyone, he's the top of the pyramid. I want to work for him really bad but he says it's dangerous but I can handle myself.
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I walked out to the balcony and looked at the beautiful city of Rome. I felt the nice warm breeze on my skin.
"Sono a casa" (I'm home) my papa said coming in
"ciao papà mi hai considerato lavorare con te?" (Hi dad did you consider me working with you?) I asked smiling
"sei troppo piccolo e innocente, è troppo per te da gestire," (you are too small and innocent, it's too much for you to handle)
"Sono un papà forte, posso lavorare con te e posso viaggiare con te e Martina" (I'm strong dad, I can work with you and I can travel with you and Martina)
"I'm the fucking boss! No!" He yelled at me in English, when he talks English at home it's serious, he usually talks English at work but he's home for a while then he's going back to New York.
"I deserve a chance" I said back
"I'm the boss of my gang, you are boss's daughter, I protect you not put you out there to be a target" he slammed his hand on the table
"Mama would want me to help you" I mumbled
"Your mama is fucking dead! I don't want to lose you or Martina! You two are my blood, you two are my princess and I need you to stay alive"
"Can we at least go to New York with you, it's lonely without you home" I sighed
"Fine, but you ain't gonna work for me"
"Fine"
"Go pack we have to leave tonight, and we are leaving for a while" My papa sighed in annoyance, I nodded and went to my room
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"Did you ask papa if you can work in the mafia with him again?" Martina asked me leaning on the door frame
"Yes, I want to be strong, I want people to fear me, I want to be like papa." I put everything that was in my drawers in my luggage
"Papa is amazing but sometimes he has no heart, don't you like living the rich life?" She asked me flopping on my bed
"Martina I want to do something other then go shopping all day and wasting papas money"
"Caterina you want to murder people with papa go ahead but the day you do that, you will be different and it won't be for the good"
"I don't do anything here, I want to know what it's like being in the mafia, ever since I was 10 I was intrigued with this"
"Whatever, I'm going to pack papa is pissed, he's going to be happy when he gets blood on his hands" she sighed and left to her room
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I finished up packing, and went to the living room where my papa was counting his money
"Papa mi dispiace di averti fatto arrabbiare, so che stai cercando di proteggermi" (dad I'm sorry I made you angry, I know you're trying to protect me)
"amore, hai un grande significato per me e so che hai voluto fare affari con me, ecco perché ti sto dando una possibilità." (love, you have great meaning to me and i know you wanted to do business with me, that's why i'm giving you a chance.)
"Really!!" I smiled and jumped
"Yes; once we get to New York you have 24 hours to find this guy kill him, even if he is innocent and you don't know him do it, you don't have to do it but if you aren't strong enough then don't do it"
"I'm strong enough" I nodded and smiled, he chuckled and grabbed his luggage.
"martina dobbiamo prendere il nostro volo" (martina we have to catch our flight) my papa said loudly
"Aren't we taking the private jet?" She asked coming down the stairs
"Yes now come on we got to go, i have a meeting and some business" he smirked
We left the house and got into the taxi.
"How are you walking in heels?" I asked her
"It's a talent" she smiled, my dad chuckled and I playfully rolled my eyes
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"grazie Signore," (thank you sir) papa got out of the car
"Grazie" i said getting out
"Grazie" my sister said
"Come on girls" my papa said walking to the stairs to enter the jet.
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"We are living the dream" Martina put her feet up on the table and drank wine
