Chapter 1: The Meeting

I rubbed my tired eyes and mustered up the energy to respond to my father's call. "I'm coming, Dad," I shouted back, my voice laced with reluctance.

Reluctance to face the life that was thrust upon me, where my own desires were overshadowed by the demands of my father's mafia empire.

Dragging my feet, I made my way downstairs, the weight of the impending meeting pressing down on my shoulders. The grandeur of the house, adorned with expensive furniture and ostentatious decorations, only served to emphasize the stark contrast between the world I longed for and the one I was trapped in.

I wish I could just be a pet cat of a normal family—no worries about anything but sleeping, eating, and playing.

But there was nothing to do now that I was born into a complicated family as a human.

The atmosphere at home was suffocating, filled with the scent of cigar smoke and the hushed whispers of conversations held behind closed doors.

As I entered the living room, I caught a glimpse of myself in the ornate mirror hanging on the wall. The reflection that stared back at me was a far cry from the carefree girl I once was.

There was not a remnant of me left.

Dark circles clung to my weary eyes, and the weight of the situation had etched lines of sadness on my face. The bright glistening spark that once danced in my eyes had been extinguished, replaced by a hollow emptiness.

"Dad, do we really have to go through with this?" I asked, my voice tinged with sadness. "Can't we find another way? One that doesn't involve sacrificing my happiness?"

His gaze softened momentarily, revealing the faintest hint of remorse, before his features hardened once again, a testament to the life he had chosen.

"Picco, my dear, you know the sacrifices we have to make for the family. This alliance is crucial for our survival. It's the way of our world."

I nodded, not out of agreement, but out of resignation.

I understood the code of honor and loyalty that governed the mafia, even if it meant sacrificing my own dreams and desires.

In this world, loyalty to the family always came first, above all else. I couldn't escape the shackles of my lineage, bound by blood to a life I never asked for.

Together, we made our way to the sleek black car waiting outside, the engine humming with restrained power.

The driver, a stoic man with a hardened expression, opened the door for us, saying, "Good evening."

I didn't have the energy to reply.

I slid into the backseat, my gaze fixated on the passing scenery, a blur of opulent mansions and bustling city streets. It was as if the world outside continued its relentless march forward, while I was trapped in a never-ending cycle of tradition and duty.

Arriving at the designated meeting place, a lavish Italian restaurant nestled in the heart of the city, my heart began to race.

The clatter of cutlery and the low hum of conversations filled the air, masking the tension that simmered beneath the surface. As we stepped inside, all eyes turned towards us, a mix of curiosity and reverence directed at my father.

And there he was, Bruno Antonio, the man who held the key to my future, sitting at a private table, his piercing gaze meeting mine.

He was older, his face etched with experience, and a hint of danger lurked in the depths of his eyes. I could sense the power he held, the same power that dictated my own fate.

As we approached the table, I fought to maintain a composed facade, concealing the inner turmoil that threatened to consume me.

Bruno rose to his feet, extending a hand toward my father in a gesture of respect. They exchanged pleasantries, discussing matters of business and the future of their respective territories, while I stood there, a mere pawn in their game.

A heavy silence settled over the room as my father turned towards me, a pained expression flickering across his face.

"Picco," he began, his voice heavy, and it had this tone of regret, but still he didn't hold back, determination had already edged off. 

"I know this is not the life you envisioned for yourself. I never wanted this for you, but circumstances have brought us here. This alliance with Bruno Antonio is essential for the survival of our legacy."

I clenched my fists. He said it so easily and flawlessly without a hint of what was going on inside my mind.

Whose father ever did this to his only child? Why wouldn't you put me, the one who is alive, over the future to come?

I wanted to scream at him at the top of my lungs, vent out my disappointment in him.

But what came out was a soft voice, "Dad, what about my dreams? What about my own happiness? Do they hold no value in this world we live in?"

His eyes softened as he reached out to touch my trembling hand. "You have always been the light in my life, Picco. I never wanted to burden you with this darkness. But sometimes, we must make sacrifices for the greater good. I promise you, I will do everything in my power to ensure your safety and happiness within the boundaries of this life." 

"You mean by handing me over to him." Bruno seemed to have heard what I just uttered as he arched an eyebrow at us, but he couldn't be sure of what he heard.

Setting him aside, I glanced at my dad's expression and I knew what he was thinking.

"Picco, please try to understand me."

My dad was a very stubborn man. He was getting annoyed at my persistent refusal, despite knowing his reasons. He was a man of his word, and he would still stick to it, no matter what happens. Even if it meant throwing me under the bus.

Even if I knew that, it was still a bitter pill to swallow.

"I'm trying. Trust me, I am," my voice cracked.

A tear trickled down my cheek as the weight of the situation sank in. I was left with no choice but to accept the fact that, unlike normal people, my fate was not entirely within my own hands.

But beneath the sadness and anger, a flicker of understanding began to grow. I had inherited my father's resilience and his unwavering loyalty to the family. Perhaps, within the confines of this life, I could find my own purpose, my own way to make a difference.

Taking a deep breath, I looked into my father's eyes, my voice steady with newfound determination. "Alright, Dad. I will stand by your side. I will honor our family and embrace the path that lies before me."

No more tears and sad expressions. I would face everything that was to come head on.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of my dad's lips as he squeezed my hand gently. "Thank you, Picco. Your strength and resilience astound me. I promise you that together we will navigate these treacherous waters and emerge stronger than ever."

With a nod, my father turned towards Bruno Antonio, signaling his acceptance of the alliance. The room erupted with a symphony of clinking glasses and murmurs of approval. At that moment, a new chapter of my life began, one intertwined with the destiny of a family steeped in shadows and secrets.

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 When I delved deeper into the world of the mafia, I discovered that it held both darkness and light. The power and influence my father commanded allowed us to protect those in need, and to wield justice where the law fell short.

My sadness transformed into a resolute determination, and a newfound strength settled in my heart.

With each passing day, I proved myself as a capable and strategic ally.

The sadness that once marked my face evolved into a stoic resolve, a mask I wore to shield my vulnerability. I navigated the treacherous paths of loyalty and betrayal, learning the delicate balance between trust and caution.

But amidst the chaos and danger, a glimmer of sweetness emerged. I found solace in unexpected places, in the camaraderie of loyal friends and allies who had become my family. And in the depths of this world, I discovered a love that transcended the boundaries of circumstance and expectation.

His name was Luca, a man with a heart as fierce as his loyalty.

He saw past the facade I wore and embraced the woman I had become. With him, I found moments of tenderness and respite, a sanctuary from the relentless demands of our reality.

His sweet gestures made a smile appear on my face, his jokes made me laugh, and his touch made me feel alive. With his existence, he made everything in my life better and worth living.

Together, we wove a tapestry of stolen moments and whispered promises, cherishing the sneaked fragments of time that belonged solely to us.

In Luca's arms, I felt thriving, free from the weight of my responsibilities. I could stare at his warm, untainted pure smile and forget all about the swallowing darkness I lived in.

Our love bloomed amidst the thorns of our existence, a fragile flower in an unforgiving world.

And so, as the years passed, I realized that while my life may have been shaped by the decisions of my father, I had made only one choice for myself—that was to love a man who lived in an entirely different world than us.