Mafia's tomorrow

14-letter

I go to my bag and take out the thing which I value the most.

It is rightly said, you realise somethings or someone's importance when it's gone.

I take a deep breath and read it for a millionth time.

Dear Cara,

This is the letter which I am writing to you. In front of you. You are in the crib in front of me fascinated with the small toys in your small hands. While you show me them and them smile and then start shaking them. It has been your thing for as long as I can remember.

This letter is the thing I have to tell you about. Unfortunately, I am not there to say these things, and I am more sorry than you about it.

I do not know what your reaction will be after knowing all of this. But I want to take a promise from you, please never give up. Fight. Always.

The day I came to know about you, I was ecstatic, not only me but everyone including your dad. Celebrations followed, but I am sure you do not see them now.

Months later, when I came to know about you, my daughter, that happiness wasn't shared by any. And that hurts me more than anything else till today.

I loved you when I came to know you were just a bean in me to the day and will do so forever.

During your birth, I had a complicated delivery. And a difficult one. It was not sure whether any one of us would be able to survive or not. But a miracle happened and we both did.

But this came with a price. No more siblings for you. No son for your dad. I knew the moment I saw you that you were a born fighter but that sight left your father somehow. He always saw you as a weakling and nothing more, and I bet I can disagree with it.

I wanted to escape with you. More than anything else. I tried also. But you know that they say, you cannot change your fate. It was true, I was caught the first 2 times and then was held captive in my own house with my daughter.

I remember that moment as clear as day, when your dad saw you and that exact moment was when I declared that I was infertile from then on.

Your father was never there during delivery. He had work to do, which seemed more important than his daughter's birth.

He reached the hospital 48 hours later your birth, and when the news of my infertility came, he was furious. He labelled his own daughter monster.

I do not know what the future holds for you but do wish the best. I want you to be the best in yourself. Learn to survive.

I know, you won't be enough for your father, but you are enough for me. And I know if given the chance you will be enough for your gang. After all, you are my daughter.

Let me tell you another story. Of a Russian princess.

She was born as a royalty in the Russian Mafia. Loved and cherished. Had everything she ever wanted, but said rightly, life is a Ferris wheel. For 24 years she lived and happily so, but then entered a monster in her life as an angel at first.

He came and made her fall in love with her, but she was just a source of everything. Once she fell, she fell in deep. There was no coming out.

Marriage she thought was a solution for everything to be beside her beloved forever. In the process she forgot, marriage is just a deal. A deal between not just persons but two families, in her case two worlds.

She married that person and then her so called angel revealed his true colours. She couldn't go back, because she knew, if she did, she will be the cause of thousands of deaths.

Then the hope of her life came as her news of pregnancy, and everything was right for a while. And then you know what happened after.

That Russian princess was me.

I do not know what has happened to me if you are reading this letter but there is something you should know, that you are the heir of not just the Rhodes but the Belksy's too.

My brother died with his family in a attack. My suspicion is your father but never let it show to your face.

Your granddad told me this, but continued the rumour that his son and his family survived the attack. You know the truth.

You are the rightful heir now. If your father ever came to know about this, he will try to control and take the power in his hands without any measures.

This letter will be provided to you by your dad, but let me assure you he hasn't read it.

This letter was hidden correctly. And to say you are quite witty if you did find it or I may dare say intrusive, that you shred open the box of your beloved mother which had a nice bracelet.

Clever, indeed. I do not know what gave you the idea of that sought of technique but I am glad you know.

Never give up my love. Fight and always stand high.

I love you forever and I am always with you alive or dead.

You took me out of my misery and I hope that someone does too.

Be someone who is not afraid of someone or people are not afraid of that someone. That is the truth of a good leader. Be one and show the world that you are enough, no son is required to conquer the world.

Love,

Your mother (Irina)

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Well in reality, I am intrusive but the letter was purely coincidental.

I was super pissed so I shred open the box, thus the letter.

I look around the frame in which the photo is there and then when I find no piece or any kind of message or anything, I keep it next to my nightstand.

Mr. and Mrs. Carson gifted me a beautiful yet simple necklace with a small pendant. I liked it.

I can't help but wonder why hasn't he given me a gift.

But it is not right to think, right? I avert my mind off to somewhere else as I get to bed to finally have some sleep.