Anunsi
Mia Hill stood before the man's grave with a bouquet of Marigolds in hand. She knew how much he despised them so it would give her joy to drop the bright flowers by his gravestone.
'R.I.P Giovanni Moretti' It read. The rest was crappy and sappy bullshit filled with lies of his kind heart and strong will. If only she was designated with the duty of engraving words that defined the man on his gravestone, the world would know the truth of his real characteristics. After all, who knew a father better than his daughter.
Sadly, she wasn't granted such a pleasure but nothing could sour her mood today. Not the rain beating her tender skin, nor her soiled boots, nor her not being allowed to gaze at the dead man for longer than ten seconds before his burial.
Today, she was on top of the world. Today, she could laugh without fearing he'd take the cause away from her. Today, she could feel guiltless. Now that Giovanni was six feet under, she wouldn't fear the many lives that she had taken because he was atonement for everything.
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Vittoria Mia Moretti, mostly known as Mia Hill, had always wanted a life cut off from her father; a life with freedom and no guilt. A life she could say belonged to her. A life cut off from the mafia and it's leader. Little did she know that even if the leader was rotting six feet under, there's no way out of a circle you're the center of.