Shadowing Sun

Chapter 1: She's A Dead Women

Author's note: This is my first time writing a mafia-type romance, and in a narrative style, so bare with me guys. I hope you like it though. Feel free to COMMENT and VOTE.

Sunday's P.O.V

Do you ever wonder about what kept Rapunzel from going insane in that tower of hers?

I mean... eighteen years? Of BRICK WALL.

You have to have a strong willed mind to survive that.

Though I think we would all go alittle insane. Maybe... look for what we can to entertain ourselves.

Like torturing the person keeping us from seeing the light of day, just for the fun of it.

Not just me?

I guess you can say that me and badass, pan fighting princess here are in the same boat. Except my father, an Italian Mafia leader, is the one keeping me locked away.

What about my mother you ask?

Well I don't know her.
I only have a faint recollection of her. Her warm brown skin, and bright honey eyes.

This one woman still remains as the greatest mystery to ever arise in Sicily Italy.

The talk of the servants say she admired sunflowers, and she would wear them in her tight curly mane.

But only on Sundays. Cause that was that best day of the week. And it was the day I was born (hence my name).

Anything I would overhear about her, from any place on the compound (the safest place for our mafia), was good. Pure.

So I have to ask myself how such a woman, would put up with man like my dad.

I also have to ask myself, if that is the reason for her disappearance.

Mafia business is no game. And my own mother was proof.

"Sunday! Hello? Sunday, are you listening to me?" My father's faint voice rang in my ear, catching my attention.

We were in the courtyard of our pristine mansion in Sicily Italy. My heels were sinking into the grass area were my father dragged me after he had just got done with a meeting.

Which I now picked up on, was about ME.

"I am listening Pa" I answered rather bluntly.

"Do not catch an attitude with me, little girl", he exclaimed. My father's slim face turned an apple red, and if he was a cartoon character his ears would have been fuming.

"You have been nothing but disobedient for as long as I can recall! I keep you here, out of site IN A MANSION, might I add, for your own safety. I even hire body guards to make sure that when I have to take you someplace with me, no harm comes to you" my father rants, his finger now in my face.

I don't blink an eye. I have heard this before. This is the speech he gives everytime before he hires a new bodyguard for me.

"You see, you have tormented, and gone through over 124 body guards over the years and now noone is willing to work with us!!! No one! Not to mention I was just informed by my general that we have raked up a dept on these guards"

Well shit...I'm proud of myself.

"How much are we talking about exactly?" I ask, sarcastically.

Sad thing is that my father doesn't pick up on my sarcasm.

"ROUGHLY 1 MILLION DOLLARS SUNDAY!", he runs a hand through his salt and pepper hair. If he wasn't such an ass I would pity this situation.