Sweet sixteen Cora had been busy practicing shooting with Daniele, he’d thought her so much and she was really great full. Marco was still unsure of Daniele’s intentions towards his niece, but he had been greatful for him taking time to show her how to use a gun to keep her safe. The mafia life was not a safe one, far from it. If it wasn’t for Daniele, he’d be dead. They still had no idea where Vallea was and they were still searching for her, but they had an idea she was still alive and with the Russo brother’s. This worried them, a lot.  He had hired Daniele to bring Cora to him and assassinate the two brothers, but it was getting harder to find them. He was sure they were in Italy, but where?Nicolo was pacing up and down. Domienico was growing impatient and angrier by the day. They looked their men. "She’ll be turning sixteen in a few days, we want her found.""Sirs."Leave no sto

Those fucking bastards!! Daniele knocked Cora’s bedroom door, she’d been up there since she had found out who her father was. She’d cried and cried and hadn’t stopped, her heart sank and she couldn’t help but to wonder what her mother was going through right now especially with those fucking bastards. They’d be torturing her for sure. Her mind was foggy and she felt disintoriated. "Sweet heart, can I come in.""No. Go away!""I know your upset right now, but please talk to me. I’m here to help.""No one can help.""Please let me in sweetheart."The door unlocked and opened. He smiled waling in closing the door. She dropped to the bed and he walked over sitting beside her. "I know you don’t want to hear this, but I’m going to tell you anyway. Marco hasn’t stopped searching for your mother in the last fifteen years we just managed to find you first."

Nicolo Russo pt 2Vallea lay on the bed crying she had no idea where her baby girl was though she was no longer a baby, she was almost an adult and she feared some creepy old guy would take advantage of her if she was beautiful as she was when she was growing up she’d be breaking some hearts now. She’d missed her growing up, she was now sixteen and Vallea had every intention of escaping to find her and see Mia again. She had missed her tremendously over the last ten years and she’d regretted telling her to forget about her, but she had to so she could have a life without fear. A life where she didn’t have to run from the Mafia. But, she thought about her baby girl everyday wondering how she had grown up. If she was a good student, if she had friends and if she had a boyfriend all the things that she had missed out on.     The door creaked the footsteps echoed in the room, the door creeped closing. "

15 years agoMarco and his men accompanied Vallea to her scan to make sure the baby was okay and doing well.Once she had relieved herself they had all left the hospital, getting into the cars and driving away. Gun shots were fired at the car. "Keep down Val."She lay across the backseat, this couldn’t be happening right now. No one had ever attempted to shoot at them all the time they had lived there. The tyres screeched the car coming to a halt. "Stay here Val."She nodded she wasn’t going anywhere. He opened the door jumping out closing the door, gunshots echoed across the air she was suddenly hauled out of the car.Marco faced the gun toward Nicolo. "You promised me Nicolo.  You promised to never see Vallea ever again if, you had 50 % of Italy.""Guess I changed my mind."The bullets flew across the air. Marco fell to the ground and Vallea screamed, everything Around her going b

Luciana De_Luca   She walked out of school alone her friends were doing some after school activities she had no interest in. The stretch limo drove past, he looked out the window at the dark haired beauty he had to get to know her. He had a three day holiday and tomorrow he would return and make himself known to her. He’d lived with his father since he was four he had no idea who his mother was. Nicolo had hardly spoke about her he said he had to wait until he was old enough to understand and that would be any day soon he was turning sixteen in a month.  Luciana walked home listening to her music on her new phone her asshole father had brought her for her birthday, what the fuck was he trying to prove anyway? She already hated him. She’d never loved him like she loved her mother. She’d seen her mother suffer all of these years for something that wasn’t even her fault. She closed the door behind her and took her ear pods out