Danielle - 7 years ago “I’m glad that you are feeling alright.” The man I call uncle is sitting at my hospital bed with worry still glazing over his eyes.My throat hurts as I move my dry lips to speak. “Thank you, zio.”“What were you thinking?” He whispers as he leans in, shaking his head. “Your father would have been absolutely destroyed by this.”My father.Like he cares for anything going on in my life. Marco Scamarcio isn’t a man someone like me would expect to find nearly crying at her hospital bed. But my father was one of his trusted soldiers, so I guess this gets me a bit of a special treatment.I don’t remember much of last night, but I remember that I took as many drugs as I could, breaking one of the rules Giovanni had imposed on me.I took them alone.Without even notifying him.I remember that I didn’t want to overdose. But of course, nobody believes me. Why should they?I simply wanted to drown the pain that I felt, cancel the feeling he left on my skin, and go out

DanielleGetting in my car, trying to seem as unbothered as possible, I wave at my friends with a smile before we all drive away in our respective directions. As I arrive home, I park my car on the side of a field adjoining our house. Seeing the disgrace that we are, we live rather comfortably in a one-story house with a little bit of privacy, due to the fields that surround the house. It surely isn’t Buckingham Palace, but I don’t think we would be able to live in so much luxurious space rather than in a rat hole if it wasn‘t for the Bosses grace. He is granting my family this as well as a little pocket money as long as my father keeps his mouth shut in prison. My father was one of the territory’s high-ranked soldiers and would clearly dispose of some information that would have the Boss bathing in cold sweat. My brother, on the other hand, is a good for nothing. A little delinquent mastered in robbing people's houses and even a bank or two. But he is not particularly on the b