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𝐒 𝐄 𝐑 𝐄 𝐍 𝐀 • 𝐑 𝐔 𝐒 𝐒 𝐎

Two days passed since the shooting and its already in every single newspaper. I decide to head for a bath, luckily I have both a bath and a shower in my en-suite.

I turn the knob which allowed the water to flow from the tap, I poured in bubble lotion and watched as they grew to the surface of the water. I got in slowly and tilted my head back against the rim of the bath and closed my eyes, the warm sensation filled my body, relaxing every one of my tense muscles. This week has honestly been so intense. But isn't every week?

I end up nodding off for a nap and forgetting about all my problems, my father is still angry at me for killing that man, and my mother... Well she can hardly look at me even though she had defended me not long after. I wake up to my phone vibrating on the bathroom side.

"Alice?" I ask my voice is still sleepy.

"Hey girl! How are you feeling, the newspapers are covered with the shooting! I still can't believe you did it!"

I laugh, "Yeah I know, my dad is still annoyed at me and my mum won't look at me."

"That sucks man, do you want me to come round?" Alice asks with pure curiosity, honestly with the feelings of hatred my dad has for me at the moment I doubt I'll be a fan if I have her round, but in theory... I'm twenty. I can do what I like.

"Yeah why not. " I smile through the phone.

"Yay! I'll be ten minutes!" she screams her excitement through the phone and hangs up. I slide on my baggy joggers and jumper and decide to skip along to the main doors, I opened it up to see Alice standing there with her beautiful short brown hair and brown orbs, she is also wearing a pair of baggy joggers and a tight jumper.

We both head to my room and sit on my bed, we decide to watch loads of films and throw food in our mouths which allows us to satisfy our stomachs.

"So, has your dad said much about the shooting?" Alice's eyes fix still on the TV but still continues to make conversation with me.

"Not really, just told me to stay away, as usual." We both laugh and continue to watch our film.

I then get a funny feeling in my stomach, something odd... Something peculiar...Then out of no where a knock emerges on my door.

"Come in. " I lean my head foward to see who was entering my room.

"Nicolas." I say as he stands right in the doorway.

"Serena." he looks at me and nods.

"What's up?" I look at him and his face has gone pale, he looks as if he has no emotion in his body at all.

"Can we talk outside? No offence to you Alice." Alice just nods and I head towards Nicolas and we stand outside my bedroom door, with it being closed. The air is much colder outside of my room than it is in the inside.

"What's the matter Nicolas? You're scaring me." My gaze scans the whole of him to try and piece together what is going on.

"It's dad... He was shot." I gasp and tears fill my eyes, I instantly throw myself at Nicolas and he wraps his arms around me, I know I can seem tough, but when it comes to my family of course I'm going to break down.

"W-Where?" I sniff and continue to hug him.

"In the chest... He's lucky it missed all of his organs, but he's going to need to rest for a while." Nicolas pulls away from me and looks at my eyes, my tears were rolling down my cheeks in dispair, I feel the lightness of his finger tip wash away the tears that imprint on my cheeks.

"Where is he now?" I look up to him, hoping he'll have the answer.

"He's in his bed at the moment, he needs to stay away from all stress, meaning don't go on at him." he looks at me and I roll my eyes playfully.

I let out a whisper, not trying to pressure Nicolas so much "Can I please join Nicolas." I look at him with puppy dog eyes. But, it doesn't work.

"For fuck sake Serena, no!" He walks past me and leaves me standing alone, I huff and head back into my room where I find Alice sitting up straight waiting for me to spill the beans.

"My dad's been shot." She gasps at my confession and holds her hand close to her mouth which is creating a large O shape. "In the chest." I add and look down at the floor and she jumps up off of the bed and gives me a big hug.

"I'm sorry Serena." she pulls away from me and sighs.

"But now do you see why you shouldn't join?" She looks at me with concern, what is everyone's obsession with me not joining?

"Alice, I want this. " I look at her and smile. No one understands my desperation for this.

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A few more days go passed and I'm constantly hearing Nicolas and Orlando talking about the Black Eagles. 'They're doing this' 'they're doing that' if I was in a position to kill them. I would.

I walk past my father's office where Nicolas is now in charge for the time being.

"Morning Nicolas, morning Orlando." I smile at them both.

"Morning Serena, happy today?" Nicolas looks up at me and stops writing on a piece of paper that's laid out neatly in front of him.

"Yes actually." I smile and Orlando begins to talk again.

"So Nicolas, what are we going to do?" Orlando leans in further to try and get every ounce of information from my brothers mind. But I can't help but feel as if I'm missing something. Something big.

"What's going on?" I look at Orlando and he just looks down at the floor avoiding my question, I decide to look at Nicolas, who also decides to ignore me.

"Did you not hear me?" I start to loose my patience, they definitely heard me, they're just being ignorant.

"Fanculo (Fuck) Serena! Do you ever stop talking?!" Nicolas looks at me with dark eyes, someone's clearly woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.

"Our weapons that got shipped out have been stolen!" He looks at me and the tension in the room builds up, he's trying to keep his shit together, taking over my father's place for now, but he's struggling.

"They're here!" Nicolas suddenly jumps for joy, and Orlando opens the door, and there we're faced with a man walking through the office he must be nearly fifty, especially by the wrinkles in his forehead, I giggle at the thought and then another tall figure comes walking in behind him.
He's tall, his black hair is all spiked up and he has these sparkling brown eyes, he's wearing black jeans and a black leather jacket along with some big black boots. I take another look at them. But I'm still confused at who they are.

"Mr Greco!" Nicolas practically raises his voice and shakes the hand of the elderly man and then shakes the younger man's hand. The younger guy has stubble laying across his face, his lips are plump and his eyes are piercing.

"Nicolas Russo! How is your father doing?" The old man speaks and he sounds younger than what I imagined.

"Ah Franco, he's doing better! Still adviced to not move." Nicolas laughs and Franco joins in.

"Your father must be very annoyed by not being able to move!" Franco starts to laugh again and then stares at me, looking at me oddly.

"This is my son, Diego." Franco gestures his hand towards his son who is standing tall with no care in the world.

"Diego! It's nice to finally meet you, my father has spoken highly of you and your father." Nicolas throws a smile and then looks at me.

"This is my sister Serena." I look up and smile at them both, but It looks like I'm getting death stares. Must be a resting bitch face or something.

Franco comes over to me and holds his hand out ready for me to shake, I shake his hand and smile at him. His hand feels warm and sweaty, wgcug only makes me feel very uncomfortable.

"It's lovely to meet you Serena, your father tells me how feisty you can be when it comes to the mafia." He chuckles and looks at me and I can't help but laugh along, he hasn't got a damn clue.

"I can be." I joke back and begin to laugh, suddenly the atmosphere doesn't seem so intense but now laid back.

"Serena can you leave us be please?" I look at Nicolas as those words leave his mouth, I feel suddenly annoyed that I'm being told to leave.

"Why?" I turn angry and disappointed.

"We need to discuss what we need to do regarding the Black Eagles. And as you're not a part of the Mafia you can't listen in." He looks at me and my anger boils more.

"You're a joke." I walk out and push open the doors with so much force, I head towards the stairs and run down them. I head towards the garden and sit on the bench feeling sorry for myself. I'm so pissed off.

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After awhile, I feel the presence of someone else, the air suddenly becomes colder as it's brushed passed another body, I then feel the weight of the bench lower, I look over to see the same tall, dark spikey-haired male sitting on the other side of the bench.

"Pretty shit being told what to do isn't it?" He chuckles, and here we go.

"I don't usually follow the orders." I continue looking up at the sky and notice a few birds all huddling together, flying in one group, I bet they have their own little gang, I bet they also include their daughter too and help fight for their food.

"Hm, something tells me that you do." he smirks at me.

"Will you just be quiet?" I shriek, and put my head in my hands.

"You're feisty. Either that or you're in a mood." He starts to snigger.

"Look why are you out here because you're pissing me off!"

"That's exactly what I'm doing." He bites his lip and I begin to stand up before he grabs my wrist.

I slap him across the face and scream in his face "Get the fuck off me."

"I just grabbed you! Nothing else." He stood up face to face with me.

"Yeah! And I just slapped you!" I storm off and find my room yet again, I go in and close my door, who the fuck does he think he is? Grabbing me like that. A woman. The disrespect. My blood boils, and I can't hold my anger anymore, I storm up to my dad's office and barge the doors open.

"Your son grabbed my wrist!" I shouted and looked at Franco.

Nicolas looks at me and then looks at Diego who has suddenly appeared behind me.

"Diego? Is that true?" Franco looks at his son in disgust.

"Yes!" I comment for him, and I turn to him to give him a death stare.

"Son." Franco looks down at the floor.

"She needed to chill out, acting out the way she does, it's childish." He looks at me and smirks, I look at him with pure anger in my eyes. I'm fucked off.

"Serena and Diego, can you at least try and attempted to get along?" Nicolas looks at us with a fed up face.

"Over my dead body." I lean in and look at Nicolas and decide to walk away.

I'm surprised Diego didn't make a comment after what I said like 'I'll kill you then' or something petty along those lines.

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Not long passed and I ended up falling asleep on my bed, but hours later I was woken up by honking of cars, I looked out of my window and saw men loading the jeeps. Nicolas and Franco included. I quickly grabbed my black leather jacket, my grey jeans and a plain black T-shirt, I sneak round the back of the garden making sure the coast is clear, I run for it and jump on the back of a jeep which then after ten minutes begins to move.

I peak to where we're going and realise we're going towards a thin gate which is linked to the lake, I spot a dark figure standing on the pitch black ground, Nicolas and Franco jump out of the car and head towards them, Nicolas begins to throw punches at him and I can't help but watch, I don't usually see my brother attack people.

I get so carried away that i don't notice the air change.

"Enjoying the view?" The deep voice doesn't seem familiar, I turn around and notice a unfamiliar presence, I try and jump out of the jeep but I'm dragged and I then feel a white cloth covering my mouth and nose, everything then turned black.

I wake up to the feel of rope on my wrists that were tied behind my back and rope tied around my legs, I was sitting in a chair, a fucking uncomfortable wooden one too along with a banging headache.

I had tape across my mouth which was restricting me from speaking.

I began to squeal, but then the door opened. A mysterious figure dressed all in black with a black mask covering their entire face walked in through the door, I look at them and they raise their hand and smack me across the face.

They remove the tape from my mouth and I spit out blood that was coming from the side of my face which had made me bite the side of my mouth.

They lean down on their knees and look at me, with the same deep voice they begin to talk.

"We know who you are. " A laugh escapes their mouth, this mystery person definitely sounds like a man.

When I try and talk I feel the same cloth cover and nose and already covered mouth once more, stopping me from opening my eyes... Restricting my acknowledgement. Where was I?