The Stolen Mafia Princess

Gone

{Angelo’s POV}

Once we reached the hospital I could see Marco standing outside. He was smoking a cigarette, and yelling over the phone. When we pulled up he hung up quickly and ran to me. “I just got off the phone with Aunt Marnie. Apparently there was an attack on their home tonight too. This is the Petrov’s declaring war, and they.. our bambina..” he muttered, his eyes filling with tears.

“Has there been any updates?” I asked him, stalking back towards the hospital.

He followed in suit, shaking his head. “Nothing.. they said she’s still in surgery, we’re not really sure what’s happening, or what kind of damage the bullet did.” His body language was nervous, agitated. All of us felt it, this sudden change in temperature after the attack tonight. Now knowing that Aunt Marnie and her kids were attacked, and probably other family members that haven’t called to check in yet. This really is war, nothing to play around with, not just the talks of it. They drew the first blood, they did that years ago though, when they first took Margo. Now, now they’ve dropped their bombs, and we know that they’re afraid. They’re trying to hurt us before we retaliate, but instead, they’re strengthened our resolve, and made us more ready than ever. They may have won this fight.. but they will not win the war. I will make sure that I rip up that family root and stem! There will be nothing left when the smoke clears, then, and only then will my family be safe.

We walked back in the hospital and saw our father and grandmother sobbing hysterically. “What’s going on?” I asked running to them.

“She’s gone Angelo! Our bambina didn’t make it!” Mikey cried, turning and pulling Silas into his arms.

My heart felt as though it stopped. “No..” I whimpered. “No.. not Margo!” I cried, dropping to my knees.

Damon and Carter dropped beside me, hugging onto either side of me and bawling. “No, it isn’t real! She can’t be gone!” Damon sobbed, his body shaking.

There we sat, a room full of grown men and women sobbing hysterically. None of us could hold back, none of us could hold in the pain we were feeling. Our Nonna was screaming, her tears streaming, and her body shaking. We lost our Princess, and now I’ll never hear her call me her Angel again.

(A few days later)

We stood over her tombstone, not a dry eye here. Her body was cremated, as is tradition in our family, and her ashes were buried with our mother in the family crypt. Our father has barely spoken a word since that night, and none of us can seem to even walk into her room. No matter how many times we try, walking through that door just breaks us down. Instead we’ve taped it off with vines and flowers, refusing to touch or move anything from the places that she left them. Our home has become more of a museum to our bambina.

Alexi didn’t last long once we heard the news, father couldn’t handle it and ended up beating him to death. Meanwhile Viktor, Damon, and Carter have teamed up trying to find a way into the Petrov’s side of town, and into their home. They’re sure if they can make it to Andreas Petrov’s house that they could put an end to all of this. He is the elder in their family, and the person that all of the Petrov’s look to for guidance. With him gone, they would crumble, and we could finally exterminate the monsters.

I looked to my father, and my grandmother, both of them were completely broken now. Losing the only girl, their little princess is gone. Our little princess is gone, and now all of us have to deal with the pain that finding her had cost us. Getting to know her, getting to love her, I’ve begun to wonder if it was worth it. If she would have been killed had the Petrov’s kept her the way they had. She’d be beaten everyday, and tortured.. but she’d still be alive. Would her living be worth the pain she’d have to go through. I shook the thought from my head, this wasn’t the time or the place, nor was it a decent thought. I stood strong, stoic, refusing to cry, because if I did, I don’t know if I’d ever stop. She was our sunshine, and ever since she left, the dark clouds and rain have yet to stop. The streets are flooded, but more than that, the flowers from her garden were overwatered, and died along with her. Every good thing she did, is slowly leaving us. Now, all that’s left is the memories, the bittersweet memories, and the regrets.

Damon, Carter, and Viktor all loved her, but none of them got to really be with her. She died without falling in love, without being able to be with the man she loved. She died without gaining her complete independence, and she died without getting to live first. She didn’t get to have her revenge against the Petrov’s for their abuse, and their torment. She’s gone, and now all that is left is hatred, and this da** aching in my chest, the one that keeps me going. It’s the only reason that I haven’t gone alongside her. I will destroy them for what they did to our family, I have to. I will exterminate the Petrov’s, and I will get revenge for Margo! I turned, making my way back to the car and opening the door. The family slowly left the crypt, as the rain poured overhead. I looked to my father, his broken body and mind. “I miss her too..” was all I said as we all got in the car and headed back to our house.