Mafia's Second Daughter

"Mariella!""Mirabella, what on earth are you doing here?" It surprises her to see her twin sister tied in the basement. No one's around so she easily gets inside the room."Your husband! He... He will kill me. Please... Help me!""W-What? He'll never do it. He has principles. He will never hurt women or children." She knows her husband, his principles were proven and tested."Have you already forgotten what he had done to our mother? He killed her! He killed her in front of you!" Fear... the expression shows on Mariella's face. "Untie me! Faster!"With trembling hands, and with fear that Leo, her husband, will kill her sister like he did to her mom, she immediately unties the rope around Mirabella’s wrists and makes her free."What the fuck are you doing here?" Leo's baritone voice echoes inside the room that makes shivers down her spine. Mariella hides her sister on her back and fiercely faces her husband."I am the one who should ask! Why is my sister here? What has she done for you

Five years later..."Mariella? Mariella?" Marcella just enters a small villa, meters away from the mansion. "Where are you, piccolina?""Mamma!" A little one behind hugs Marcella's legs."Piccolina!" Marcella lifts her four-year-old daughter who is giggling. They faces each other and lightly hit their noses."Good morning, mamma!""Good morning! How's your sleep, hm?" Marcella sweetly asks her daughter who is still wearing her pajamas."I'm good. I dreamed about fireflies, mamma!" Her little eyes are twinkling while talking about her favorite. "They're so beautiful, and I want to see many, many fireflies!""Aw... There are no fireflies here, piccolina." Marcella lightly pinches her daughter’s cheek."Hm..." The little one's face saddens. "I will find one."Marcella just smiles and looks at the servant who has just arrived to serve breakfast."Let's eat.""Okay!" Mariella goes down and runs toward the dining table where the food is served."Mamma, when will I see, pàpa? Can't he visit

To protect oneself is to first know how to fight."Focus on the target." Marcella positions herself and closes her left eye to focus the other one on the red dot at the center of the target board. "Hold the trigger and once you're sure, pull it."Marcella pulls the trigger, without sweat, she smirks while looking at the hole she made. Mariella looks at her mother with amusement in her eyes before diverting her gaze into the target board."Wow…" Mariella runs toward the board and checks on the hole. "You're amazing, mamma." She smiles at her mother."Do you want to try?""Of course. Of course!" Marcella is about to hand her the gun but she withdraws before Mariella could even touch the dangerous thing. "Careful, okay?"Mariella nods, looking at the gun in front of her. "Look at me, piccolina." Marcella wants to see the eagerness in Mariella's eyes. She wans to know if she really wanted the thing Marcella loved the most. "Piccolina…""Yes, mamma. I will be careful." She said with hon

Happiness… easily appears, same as when it disappears. “Are you ready, piccolina?” Marcella enters Mariella’s room to check on her.“Am I pretty with this dress mamma?” Mariella is giggling while playing with the blue gown she is wearing. She’s like a princess in a Disney movie.“You’re always pretty whatever you wear, piccolina.” Marcella sweetly smiles at Mariella while caressing her cheek. “Really, mamma? You're not lying?” Mariella asks while looking at her mother in the reflection of the mirror in front of them.“Mamma isn’t lying, piccolina.” Marcella’s heart slightly breaks because Mariella seems to start doubting everything she is saying. “Mamma?” “Yes, piccolina?” “Don’t leave me, hm?” She presses her lips into a thin line. “Mamma won’t leave you until you can stand on your own. I promise.” Marcella gently makes Mariella turn to face her. “Please, piccolina. Don’t doubt me, it really breaks my heart.”“Breaks your heart?” Mariella asks with widened eyes. “Hm…”“Oh… don’

“Do you wanna die?”“Papà!” “Elmo!” Tears fall on Mariella’s eyes when she sees hope. Hope that there is someone to protect her.“Papà, what are you doing?” He walks toward his father, Eduardo Giordano, Enrico’s first cousin. “Pointing your gun at Mariella? Really? You’re scaring her!”“Don’t you dare raise your voice at me, Elmo.”“I’m sorry, papà.” He lowers his voice. “Please papà… put the gun first.”“She’s supposed to be dead.”“Papà!”“Leave, Elmo. I’ll deal with this.”“But papà… someone might see you.” Elmo doesn’t know what to do. He can’t just let Mariella die on his father’s hand.“I said leave!” Elmo is horrified when Eduardo yells at him. Elmo steps back, looking at Mariella and his father back and forth.“Elmo…” Mariella is afraid to be alone with her uncle who wants to kill her.“Señor,” Leo joins the picture as soon as he finds them. “Señorito Marchetti,” Eduardo is surprised to see the heir of Marchettis. He immediately hides the gun at his back and simply looks at