“Choose. Choose what you want.” “Like this is some ice-cream flavour to choose?” Agatha seethed, the gun in her hands that hung limply by her side. Gustav grinned like the psycho he was, finding excitement to see his own daughter quivering in fear. “Almost the same honey. Now choose. Will you save the man you love, or yourself?” Shutting her eyes, Agatha lifted the gun up, and the next time her eyes opened, they were burning with rage. “Fuck love.” _______________________________ The Mafia world is filled with all kinds of crime and sin, committed by their very own Lords. That’s right, just the Lords. But what if the most ruthless Italian Mafia fails to have a future Lord, and instead has two Lady’s? Who will it be, Agatha Russo, the cold hearted, cruel monster that values her own life above anything, and will do anything to stay in power, or Soralina Russo, the sweet, kind hearted angel, whose only sin was to be born as the daughter of the Lord of The Cross Sword Mafia?
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"Theodore! Breakfast is ready!" I call out in a singsong voice, flipping the pancakes on the pan while Theo hopes down the wooden stairs giddily, sniffing the air.
"What is that smell?" Comes the baby voice of Theo as if in a dream. I can't help but giggle at the cuteness as I say. "Come take a look!"
Placing the fluffy pancakes on a plate, I spread the whipped cream on top of them while Theo helps herself up on a bar stool.
She gasps dramatically, her hand flying to her mouth and her almond shaped doe eyes turning big in surprise, as if princess unicorn has just showed up herself.
"Pancakes!" She squeals, making me giggle even more. "That's right, your favourite. Finish this up and then we will get ready for school, yeah?"
Theo nods obediently, to busy to complain as she devours her food, getting the fluffy cream all over her face and collar.
Thank the heavens I haven't changed her yet.
With a smile and a ruffle in the head, I walk back upstairs after tossing my apron, and getting ready for a shower. I need to get ready for work AND get Theo ready for school.
Once I'm done with my daily morning routine, I go back downstairs, only to find Theo still in the kitchen, but this time with a glass jar almost the size of her full with cookies, and one midway to her mouth.
Her eyes fall on me, and like a deer caught in the headlights, her eyes turn wide with horror, fearing my wrath.
Now don't get me wrong, I don't punish her unless it's most important, and judging by the look on her face, even a glare can make her drop the jar and cause havoc around the whole place.
So the only thing I do is place my hands on my hips, fixing her with a stern loom. "Theo, we talked about this."
"I'm sowwyyyy...." She trails off with a pout, placing the jar back on the counter while I'm having a hard time trying to stifle my laugh.
"Come here; let's get you ready for the day."
Once I'm done cleaning her, I fix her hairs into two pony tails, her soft jet black hairs shining, contrasting heavily with her pale skin. All through the time I get her dressed, she continuous to smile at me, giggling from time to time for God only knows what reason.
Children behaviour I guess. She always does it.
"Alright, shall we go?"
"Yes!"
When we reach the children's nursery, most of the teachers are already waiting out side to greet the children, exchanging polite words with the parents that drop their kids.
One of the teachers, a Miss Pompers sees Theo and her face brightens up like the sun finally begin to dawn on her. Her face twisted into a huge smile, while she spread her arms out wide for Theo to run into them. "Theo!"
"Miss Pomfers!" Theo exclaims, making me chuckle every time her accent gets the names and words wrong. Soon the duo are locked in a tight embrace with Miss Pompers lifting tiny Theo up and rounding around, while the child giggles continuously.
"I missed you Miss Pomfers!" Theo confesses, and the said lady soon joins in. "I missed you too Theo sweetie!"
"You saw each other but yesterday." I exclaim, earning playful glares from the duo while all I can do is smile. With her hands still circled around Miss Pompers neck, Theo yells. "Let's go Miss Pomfers! Mommy didn't let me have any cookies today!"
"Hey! You had two behind my back!" I feign hurt, while all young Miss Pompers does is laugh out loud. "Don't worry Mrs Davis, your daughter is in perfect hands."
Mrs Davis. My daughter.
Will I ever get used to these words?
I smile softly, nodding my head. "I'm sure she is."
Miss Pompers is an unmarried orphan, who, with no doubts, loves kids. She says she finds peace and solace when she is in the company of kids, for their innocent souls make her feel pure at heart.
Perhaps it's her own way to soothe the pain of being abandoned as a baby and left in an orphanage.
Nonetheless, Miss Pompers is a really sweet woman for someone so young and of her age.
With a curt nod and smile, Miss Pompers puts Theo down and takes her inside the colourful building by the hand.
With a sigh, I walk back to my car. Now, I needed to get to work.
Work is...boring as usual. I never enjoy my work, but it pays well to take the expense of two people especially a five year old kid. I mean, who enjoys working in a bank?
My job is simple, pick calls from clients and fix the paper work that come with those who want to open bank accounts. Simple. Very simple. So simple that at times it bores me to death.
But I have to do it. It took me a lot of hard work to land this job from a waitress in a restaurant. I need this job as much as Theo needs me.
That's the best comparison Right? Theo does need me Right?
What am I asking? Of course she needs me, I'm her mother.
When I'm done with work at around two in the afternoon, the first place I stop is the bakery, where I purchase a little something for my little angel.
Once done, I drive to the nursery, where I see parents already picking up their kids, and then there is my little angel, sitting on a swing all by herself and staring at a distance.
Yes, my daughter is a loner. The children play with her when it is game time, but other than that, no one wants to hang out with her. I don't know if it's the kids fault or their parents, who give distasteful looks every time I pass by them. Like as if I'm some kind of germs they want to avoid.
Why you ask? Simple. I'm a single mom. And not just that, but a single mom who is considered too young to be a mom. Of course they must have jumped to some shameless conclusion which I will prefer not to mention.
However, seeing my girl all alone and upset, makes my inner self break down.
"Hey!" I call out once I'm in front of her, but her eyes remain trained on somewhere else. "What are you looking at?"
Theo does not reply, but I follow her eyes to what she's looking at, only to find a little girl the same age as hers, giggling continuously as her father spins her around happily.
Her father...
Theo is thinking about...her father.
I gulp in a reflex, avoiding any eye contact as I blink continuously, trying to not let the moisture come through.
Even after five years, this is a topic I still can't bring myself to discuss, not even with my daughter. The pain is still raw, and I don't want to think about it.
But that doesn't mean my daughter doesn't think about it either.
The first time she asked about her father, I had no idea what to say. And like a coward, I had locked myself up in my room, crying my heart out while my little angel pounded with her tiny fist on my door.
Theo never asked about her father after that, but I for one know she hasn't stopped thinking about it. She doesn't ask, and I selfishly don't tell. I don't know for how long I can keep this hidden from her.
Perhaps I will tell her, but not now. Now today.
"H-hey," I croak out, groaning mentally for being so pathetic, but at least it pulls Theo towards me. "I brought you something."
When I show her the box that holds the cake, her face breaks into a million dollar smile, a smile I could forever gaze at and never get tired. And yet at times my own daughter's face freaks me out.
She looks too much like her father.
Now is not the time! Focus!
"It's cake!" Theo squeals, while I grin at her. "It is!"
Laughing to herself, Theo jumps into my arms, hugging me tightly. "You are the best mommy!"
She is happy, but I know that part of it is just pretending. For a girl her age Theo sure has matured a lot, understanding things someone her age shouldn't.
And that kind of broke my heart. My daughter doesn't have that foolish innosense like other five year olds. Her brain is too much developed to understand adult’s mentality. She knows pain a five year old shouldn't.
Hugging her tiny frame to myself tightly, I inhale her baby scent, closing my eyes in contentment.
"Let's go home."
But you see, fate had other plans for me today. Because today I won't be able to take Theo to a 'home, nor would we have the luxury to have our cake.
Because when we got home, there were three cars parked outside, the door to the house open ajar. And when we got in, we were greeted by a series of men in black.
Something I was so used to once upon a time. But had brought myself to forget in the last five years.
Nothing good ever comes if you encounter men in black. They are always bad news.
And right now, I know that better than anyone.
For in my couch sat a man in his forties, dressed to his best but with one look I know he isn't the real boss here. He is the man who gets his hands dirty for the actual boss.
"Mrs Alexandra Davis!" He calls out from his position on the couch. My heart beat picks up speed, but the man only smirks in a sinister way.
"Or should I say, Soralina Russo?"
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Agatha stares at the sleeping figure of Theo on the bed, no real emotions crossing her face. Unlike the hospital room that she received when she came in the Scorpio Venom Society, all plain white, Theo’s is different. There’s a whole forest painted in the walls with baby elephant’s and giraffes and monkeys and every other forest animal, smiling and playing within themselves. Her bed is just the same, and so is her nightgown. And as Agatha sits there staring at her daughter, she feels like she is staring at a younger version of herself. You look so much like me, and yet, when you open your eyes, you look like that damned man. Like your father. Thinking to herself, she doesn’t even realize when her hand moves to her neck as she grabs the anklet, playing with it in between her fingers. And just as she does that, she remembers a certain someone, feeling like it was only yesterday that she met him and kissed him in his soft lips as he held her in his arms and comforted her. Pulling the a
Silence prevailed all over the room as Agatha finished her story, stalking around the room and looking at all of Louise’s belongings with a blank face. but just because she is blank does not mean the others are, especially not Soralina.“After that, Lucian and I stayed in the America, watching your every moves, making sure you were always protected and out of trouble. Lucian made sure to check on you while I…I looked after my daughter.” Agatha concludes, stopping right in front of Louise’s desk as she notices something she hasn’t seen for six years, something that was stolen from her by Louise.Soralina stares down at her legs while Theo makes her way to her, clutching Soralina’s hand. “So…Xavier is…alive?”Agatha turns to look at her sister, slowly nodding her head as she takes the anklet in her hands, the one Louise stole from her when he drugged her. “He is very much alive. In fact, he is even listening to us right now.”Louise head whips towards Agatha, making her point her ears.
Xavier...is alive?How...How is this possible?Xavier was dead. He died as a baby. He..."No." Agatha breathed out, shaking her head continuously. "You are not Xavier. Xavier is dead. He died at infancy even before I was born. Don’t you fucking lie to me!"The anger and hatred in Agatha's voice had Xavier tilting his head sideways in amusement. "And who told you that little sister?"Silence."Gustav?"Yeah. But I won't tell you that.Xavier chuckled to himself, shaking his head. "Since when did you believe anything Gustav ever said? So far, everything he told you turned out to be a lie. What made you still believe in it?""I...I..." Agatha stammered, wanting to doubt Xavier’s words and tell him he was trying to manipulate her but she didn’t. Because deep down she knew he was right. Gustav lied about everything; he could have lied about this too."No he didn't. This was the only time he was actually honest with you."What?Agatha's head whipped to the man with a glare set in her face,
Flashback:Agatha lied there with her back pressed to the rock hard earth, her heart beat slowly disappearing but her pulse remained. She drifted from in and out of consciousness, not knowing how long she was there and when death would come to her and take her away already.She knew Soralina had been there and was already gone, hopefully to take care of Theo. But what she didn’t understand was, why she was still alive.Just as she believed she was taking her final breath with her beating finally ceasing, she heard the muffled voices of men from a distance, or more like they were bear her, she just couldn't sense dye to her body shutting down."She's here. Boss! We found her! She's here. You don't have to come up." Someone was whisper yelling like as if scared to be heard.Agatha's head moved to the side, wanting to know what was going on around her until the face of a man zoomed in on her, eye brows knitted together in worry."Is she even alive?" Another said, joining his companion. T
Soralina stares at her sister, her eyes turning wide with shock and horror at the sight of the girl she thought was dead for the last five years. Her lips remain parted in surprise, voice giving up on her while Agatha finally turns her attention away from Louise, before they feel on Soralina. Green eyes colliding with blue.So…you are the greed eyed hooded figure? The two of you?You were the ones saving me this whole time? Watching over me?Slowly but surely, Agatha’s lips morph into a smile as she walks towards the girl, looking down at her. “Hello sister.”“A-A-Agatha?” Soralina whispers, her hands rising up as she gently touches her sister’s cheeks as if checking to see whether she is real or not. Agatha smiles sincerely, her own eyes getting glassy as she holds onto Soralina’s hands letting it reach her cheeks. “Yes, me.”Soralina huffs, disbelief never leaving her as the first of her tears start to drop, making Agatha tear up as well. “It’s…you?”“No one else but your twin, Lina
USA, 2022,Shock and horror registers in Louise's face as his jaw drops down, his eyes staring at anything but Soralina and the little girl beside him.He staggers backwards, his breathing getting laboured as he takes in Soralina's story. "No. No you are lying. This is not possible. Agatha and I never...We never...""Never what Louise?" Soralina asks in a deadbeat voice, already done wiping her tears after remincing her past life. "Never made love to Agatha?""I...""Of course you didn't. You don't do things nicely." Soralina replies with bitterness in her voice as her eyes get darker. "What you did, was rape her."Louise's head shoots up in light speed, finally understanding what Soralina means. He remembers that time, the time he drugged Agatha and made love to her. He remembers it because that was the only time he ever got to do it, and it remained memorable.But what he didn't know, is that she was pregnant after that."Of course you didn't know it. Because Agatha isn't crazy to t
Present day:Words failed Soralina as she sat there with Agatha's limp body in her arms, feeling numb all over. It has been only thirty seconds since Agatha passed away, but to Soralina it feels like decades, centuries, as she feels the bond between then being severed, detached, removed.Above her she can hear the echoes of the battle which is soon coming to an end, with one side only alive now to be the victor. And a part of her already knows who it is.Slowly but surely, Soralina gently places Agatha's head down in the hard rock floor, brushing her stray hairs from her face as she sucks in a deep breath, willing herself to move and not start crying again."Goodbye, my other half." Soralina said, feeling her usual excited heart beating now being just a mere thudding in the chest, just like every normal human being. Because the one that held that excitement in her heart, is now gone.Not wasting another second, Soralina tears her eyes from her sister and stands up, knowing another sec
“Here, drink this.” Sister Aria said as she offered Agatha a bottled mango juice, making the girl smile at her. “Thank you. Where is Sister Nina?”“She is getting your reports checked.” Sister Aria replied, taking a seat beside the girl in the waiting room while Agatha nodded. This made Sister Aria turn towards her, tilting her head to get a better look. “You did a great job Agatha. I’m so proud of you.”A tight lipped smile appears in Agatha’s lips as she touches her belly, listening to the soft heartbeat of her daughter. Sucking in a deep breath, she said. “Do you think I can do it? be a mother?”Sister Aria smiled at her sincerely, rubbing the girls back. “Aww my dear, of course you can. What makes you doubt so?”“I have never even spared a glance towards a baby, let alone take care of one.” Agatha replied earnestly before turning to stare at her palms as she said softly. “I kill people Sister Aria. I don’t protect.”The young girls words broke the lady’s heart, wishing to somehow
Three Months Later:With angry steps, Agatha stormed inside Sister Aria’s room, finding the lady with a bunch of more nuns including Sister Nina. One look at her glaring face and the nuns stood up once by one, getting out of the room safe for Sister Nina and Aria.Agatha stormed forward and without waiting to beat around the bush, she got to the point. “When are we going?”“Going where Alexandra darling?” Sister Aria asked, although she had a clear idea of what Agatha was talking about. And judging by the fuming glare in her eyes, she knew Sister Aria knew too. “Don’t play dumb. You know what.”“I’m afraid I don’t.” Sister Aria finally looked up at Agatha with a smile plastered on her face and this only made the young girl even more angry. “Fine! When are we going to the hospital to abort this thing!?”The smile left Sister Aria’s face but Agatha didn’t care the least. “That, is not a thing. It is your child, and you are its mother. Just because we call it an ‘it’, doesn’t make it a t
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