Anaya
“May I ask you a question?” I asked the man seated next to me, who was apparently my father. My hand was still in his grasp when we exited Nicolas’ office and sat in the car. We were driving somewhere, although I’m not sure where.
With a heavy Italian accent, he squeezed my hand and said, “Of course, bambino.”
“Where are we going?” I asked, hoping it wasn’t somewhere dangerous.
“Home,” he whispered, tenderly smiling at me. My eyes welled up with tears. This is how my father or my uncle, I think, used to look at me. I miss them.
“Hmm... Could you tell me more about this? Right now, I’m at a loss for words,” I murmured.
“As soon as we get home, I’ll answer all of your questions. We appear to have arrived at our destination. Jacob, please go to the back door,” he said. My brow furrowed. He doesn’t want to be seen with me. That’s why he wanted Nicolas to keep me a secret. Maybe I’m not legitimate. A wave of sorrow washed over me.
We walked to his home, which appeared to be considerably larger than Nicolas’. It was a classic Italian home surrounded by a magnificent garden. I was in awe of everything. He led me into his office, where we sat across from each other.
He rubbed his hands on his black pants and said, “I know you have many questions, and I will answer them after I tell you a story, or rather memories, some of which I would rather forget. Please be patient with me, my dear. Whatever happens, please listen to the entire story before making any further decisions.”
I nodded, and he added, “I am your father. My name is Viler Costa, and I am the leader of the Costa mafia family and the Costa empire.”
My brain short-circuited as soon as he uttered the word mafia. My father is a mafia boss. I stood up and began pacing back and forth. Of course, he’s a mafia figure; otherwise, why would there be people with weapons all over? That means Nicolas belongs to the mafia. His words shook me out of my reverie, “Sit down, bambino. Stop pacing. It is hurting my brain. Your mother used to do the same.”
“Use to?” I asked while sitting.
He sighed and said, “I will clear all your doubts if you will just listen.”
I nodded, and he said, “As I previously stated, I am the boss of the Costa Mafia family and the Costa empire. Your mother worked as a manager in one of the hotels I run. I walked to the hotel where she worked one day and tried to check in without following through with the formalities. But your mother, being the spitfire that she was, did not like it and pushed me to finish the formalities without recognizing I was the owner,” he chuckled, his eyes holding that dreamy expression that revealed how much he might have loved my mother.
“That woman was stubborn as hell. As her work impressed me, I asked everyone to refrain from telling her I was the owner. The next day I asked her out, and much to my total shock, she agreed. After a few weeks of dating, I realized I was head over heels in love with your mother, but she might not accept my background. She was soon being used against me, therefore I had no choice but to tell her the truth,” he remarked.
He gazed at me with adoration as he added, “She accepted me. We married, and you blessed us all within a year. I kept running my mafia with her beside me since she was a brilliant leader. But one day, we were attacked.”
His jaw clenched, and his knuckles whitened. He took a deep breath and said, “That was the most heinous attack on any mafia family ever. We were attacked at our home, and they slaughtered my people one by one. Since I was stretched thin, I urged your mother to hide in the safe room in our bedroom. Without our knowledge, an enemy gang member entered the room and shot your mother. It was too late by the time I got to her. The bullet had penetrated her lung and was lodged near her heart, and you were crying in the pool of your mother’s blood. That scene continues to haunt me.” When he told me, tears were streaming down his cheeks.
When his thumb wiped beneath my eyes, I realized I was weeping as well. He attempted to smile at me, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “We already had a plan in place in case something happened to me or your mother. My right-hand man, or Uncle Gio as you used to call him, and his wife Cara, will take you away from here to keep you safe until I exact my revenge on those who killed your mother,” he said.
This realization caused my eyes to widen; it was true that my parents were not my biological parents. However, I don't remember any of this. “We put you in our safe house in America and circulated rumors you were all dead with your mother in the attack,” he lamented.
“I received updates from Gio about you for the first few years, but after some time the updates became less frequent, and then one day they just stopped coming. I was becoming paranoid, so I flew to the safe house, which was empty. My heart was shattered.” I held his hand in mine as he closed his eyes, attempting to stop the tears.
He opened his eyes and smiled gratefully, which I returned. He sighed and added, “I assumed you were hurt, so I looked, and a neighbor reported Gio and Cara packed up in the middle of the night and left somewhere no one knew. I looked everywhere but couldn’t find you. Gio was an expert at deception and concealment. I assumed they would give you the letter I wrote and gave them in the first year you were gone, as I knew it will take me years to avenge my beloved and give you the letter on your 15th birthday. I also assumed you would want to visit me. But...” He sprang out of his chair, walked to the liquor cabinet, poured himself a glass, and swallowed it down in one shot.
He sipped on two more glasses before saying, “I still do not know why they did it. Why did they take my daughter away from me? What made them do this to me?” The anguish in his eyes crushed my heart. In addition to losing his wife, he also suffered the loss of his daughter.
“I may have answers to some of your questions,” I remarked as I took the letter written by my adoptive parents as well as the letter from my father.
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Anaya As I took the letter out, my father looked confused, so I handed him the letter. “This is the letter I found with the one you gave them,” I clarified. His eyes widened, and he asked, “They never gave you my letter, did they?” I shook my head a no, and he closed his eyes and murmured something in Italian. How do you tell a man who has gone through so much that his daughter doesn't remember him? “Read it,” I replied, pointing to the letter in his hand. He took a deep breath and opened the letter. I waited patiently for him to study it. I knew the words by heart, as I had read them multiple times. It was the only thing that made me believe all my life was a lie. He started reading the letter out loud. Kiddo, I and your mother are no longer here if you are reading this. I hope all is well with you. My darling, I do not want tears in your eyes. We don’t know anyone stronger than you. You might have found a second letter in this envelope and are confused about what is going on.
Viler I was astonished to learn that Anaya was in Nicolas Ricci's hands when he called. Is she my daughter, or is someone attempting to manipulate my feelings? However, I brought a trustworthy driver along, and the two of us raced to Ricci's house. My doubts dissipated the moment I met her. That was my Anaya, my little girl. When I first saw her, I couldn't believe my eyes. She has a striking resemblance to Anna. I coerced Ricci into committing to keeping her existence a secret. I don't want her to be in any danger. Although I slaughtered anyone who had hurt my family, I am still a Mafia boss and have a lot of enemies. She handed me the letter Gio had written as we talked, and my blood boiled. How could he do that to me? We were family, and you would never hurt your family. When she referred to me as Papa, I could not contain the flood of emotions that swept over me. When she hugged me, my heart felt so full. This will be one of many hugs. She'll stick by my side this time, and I sw
Nicolas I was examining our newly received weapon shipments. I smiled as I held out my specialized M249 SAW. This gun was custom-made for me and shipped from the United States by the most skilled technicians. Oh, she is a beauty. I am quite excited to give it a go. But I don’t have a target yet. That’s unfortunate! “Nick,” Ben yelled as he dashed towards me. On the other hand, I may well pull the trigger! I pointed the weapon at him, but he swatted it away like a fly. This dickhead is far too comfortable around me. “What now?” I questioned, huffing. “You need to see this,” he remarked, taking his phone from his back pocket. After playing a video, he handed me his phone. My eyes popped out when watching the video. “How did our men not notice that Viler and his daughter were being followed? I need to see that guy right now. Nobody is messing with my plans,” I fumed. “I have already sent the instructions. We’ll have something in an hour or two,” he responded. I nodded, and he exited
Anaya I was sitting in the expansive garden that encircled my father’s house. I wanted to absorb as much of the sun’s warmth as possible. The garden has a wonderful atmosphere with gigantic trees and well-kept grass. The air is fresher, and the temperature is pleasant enough for me to close my eyes and just enjoy the weather. The calmness and stillness at this moment are familiar to me. However, the extravagance of being the long-lost daughter of a Mafia don is leaving an indelible mark on my mind. However, I am trying to wrap it up and spend as much time as possible with him before returning to England. I am not sure if it will thrill my father to hear about me returning to England. But I cannot abandon the life that I have built there. I have my house, my studies, and my farm to take care of. For some, it may not seem like much, but for me, it was my life a week ago. Although it took a sharp turn, I also think I am useless here. As I reflected on my sad life, I felt a powerful ga
Nick BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. I took off my earpiece and lowered my rifle on the table. I pushed the lever, causing the sheet of silhouette target paper in front of me to dangle. Bullet holes peppered the black and white target. Fifteen out of fifteen of them were in the bull’s eye. I smirked. I pulled up a freshly drawn target and fired my prestigious M&P 9 M2.0, hitting the target in the head, chest, and crotch. The holy trinity. “Damn,” Ben muttered. I drew another target, laughing. I loved the thrill of shooting. Nothing beats the adrenaline of destroying your target with a perfectly placed shot. The blood, the kill, and the feeling of holding someone’s life in your grasp are all enticing. I shook my head as Ben drew his target. “How many times have I told you to tip your rifle to the left at a 45-degree angle, Ben?” He let out an exaggerated sigh. “Boss, I’m trying. I’m not sure how you got that shot! I’ve been trying it since yesterday. Fuck. I need to shoot an actual target instea
Anaya I finished putting on my navy blue crop top and jeans. With bags under my eyes, a tired face, and a hunched posture, I looked like a zombie. I exhaled and closed my eyes, taking a shaky breath in and out. My father’s weak words from two nights ago echoed in my memory as I sat on the chair near the window. Flashback "My little one, will you give it to me what I ask for?” The inquiry baffled me, but I responded, “Of course, Papa.” I softly smiled as I wiped his tears. "Bambino, I don’t think I’ll last long...” he trailed. “Papa, please don’t say things like that,” I cried."I just got you back in my life. I cannot lose another parent. Please." “Anaya. Sweetheart. They were not your parents,” he coughed. I immediately recognized my mistake and replied, “No, they were not. But you are. Please stay strong. This will pass.” He smiled weakly and said, “I am trying, my little one. But you know there is no guarantee in life. The only thing I want for the rest of my life, however b
Nicolas Ben trailed behind me as Sally led the way to Viler’s medical wing. When Sally told me that Costa wasn’t feeling well, I was perplexed. He sounded well when I spoke with him a few hours ago. Sally was tight-lipped, and all the secrecy bothered me. However, I’m keeping quiet about it for the time being. I need to talk with Viler about it when the time comes. Sally came to a halt and pointed to a door. “He’s inside.” I nodded and knocked on the door. I yanked the door open when I heard a faint ‘come in.’ My attention was drawn away from the individual in the hospital bed and to the one seated next to him. As I looked at Anaya seated with a worn expression and wearing simple attire, I gulped. She tied her hair back in a bun, with a few strands swinging down her elegant neck. She looked lovely. How can she seem so cute even when she’s exhausted? I dismissed my thoughts immediately. This is not a path I want to follow. The only thing at play here is pure sexual desire. I looked
Anaya I remained frozen and was still fixated on the space that Nicolas had just vacated. I pressed my fingertips against my forehead, where Nicolas had kissed me. He kissed my forehead! Oh, my goodness! Nicolas just kissed me. I felt tingles where Nicolas had put his lips. I stepped into my room after checking on my father, thoughts running through my mind. I finished my nighttime routine and retired to bed. All I could think about was that kiss and my hand reaching that spot. Nicolas is unbelievable. I’m not even sure when sleep engulfed me. It’s been three days since that day. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I groaned. Why am I cringing so much? Ugh! Though he has not returned since that day, my mind kept returning to his kiss. Dr. Jane has finally discharged my father from the hospital wing, and he is currently resting in his room. He is a complete baby about taking precautions for his health. Men! I sighed, stirring the soup I was preparing for my father. My phone rang o