REVENGE OF THE MAFIA HEIRESS

Chapter Two

Mancini's POV

"It's hidden somewhere, Damn it", I cursed; I hated looking for things and, even worse, something as important as this; for the past few hours, I had been looking nonstop for a document. I remembered that my Father had made a deal with the Genovesse family, I wasn't sure what it was which is why I needed it.

Although the branch Family are not as powerful as mine they were still a force to be reckoned with, I couldn't just go against a family such as that with no proof of evidence or anything of the sort, my parents had died leaving the entire family to me and now I couldn't find where they had kept the documents.

"Have you seen anything, Leo?" I asked hopefully.

"No, I haven't", he replied, looking weary; even I was tired, searching files upon files and still having nothing.

"Boss, are you sure they kept it here?" Leo asked.

I looked at him hesitantly. "This is the room where they kept all the important documents," I replied to him.

"What about their room?" He asked. I thought about it for a bit, "Why do you think so?" I asked him curiously.

"Well, because if I had to hide important documents, I'd keep them somewhere close," he responded. I stopped what I was doing and looked at him.

"That's a really good point," I said. "Let's go there then," I said and walked out of the room; Leo followed quietly behind me.

"Ooh yeah, how did things go with Julius? I forgot to ask," I said to Leo; I had been so busy thinking of my plans that I forgot, but now that I was getting bored, my mind reminded me of it.

"Well, he put up a resistance after we brought the body of his right-hand man; he didn't like it, so he tried to attack us", he said to me.

"So what happened at the end?" I said.

"We killed them all", Leo said, looking unshaken; I spun around and faced Leo. "Every single one of them?" I asked, shocked; he nodded at me.

I broke out in laughter, "You didn't have to, you know, we could have kept some men to join us," I said to him while cleaning water drops from my eyes.

"I did try, but they said they would rather die, so I granted them their wish," he replied with a cool expression.

"And the bodies, what did you do with them?" I asked.

"We burnt them all, every single one; we didn't leave a single trace behind," he said back; I tapped his shoulder.

"Good job Leo, good job."

Then I returned to my pace and walked to my Parents' room, it had been years since I had come into the room, and it reminded me of my parents and how they died, the thought brought up unfamiliar feelings I wasn't accustomed to, I steeled my nerves and breathed in, then I pushed open the door.

Inside the room was a massive king-sized bed with folded sheets and a white curtain that covered the entire bed; the windows were sealed shut and blinded with black curtains stopping light from entering the room; the floor looked to be cleaned and tidy, I flipped on the lights and looked around the room.

Soon enough, I found what I had been looking for: somewhere in the closet was a wooden box; the box was locked up, but it was what I was looking for; I remembered that the documents had been kept in a wooden safe of some sort, it had to be this.

"Don't let anyone come in," I said to Leo; he simply nodded his head and stood at the entrance of the door. The box looked dusty and cracked, but I couldn't be bothered; I was only interested in the contents of the box.

The box had a lock and key, a key I didn't have nor did I know existed; I looked around for anything that could be of help; the wood was mahogany and sturdy. It would take something to pry it open, and I didn't have the time for that.

"Leo, your gun," I said, my fingers stretched outward, beckoning him over; he came, then pulled his gun from the holster and handed it over to me. I wasn't comfortable holding a gun around when I was at home; it was just my preference.

I took the gun and then positioned the box at an awkward angle; I aimed at where the lock was, making sure I wouldn't damage any of the documents, and then I shot at it. The wood splintered in several directions, but luckily, none injured me, I turned back to him and handed his gun back.

"Well, let's see what's in here," I said. I lifted the splinted lid of the box and saw several documents; they were arranged carefully and in order, but my eyes caught something in particular; all the documents were labelled for each purpose.

Looking at it, a blue spiral bound document read two words that made me smile da:rkly 'Genovesse Family'. I quickly picked it up and placed the box under the bed; I sat on the bed and licked my fingertips, then looked back at Leo to make sure he still stood where he was.

"Shall we?" I said to myself, then began reading; while I read through the documents, it made me realize how easy my plan was going to be; there were no incriminating documents or illegal activities stated in the documents.

It was simply a debt, but it wasn't a small amount, not in any way, the branch family of the Genovesse had met my parents twenty years ago and burrowed a huge sum of money, it wasn't a loan with interest, just simply lending money, it was stated in the documents that the amount was to be paid back in full in the next seventeen years from the date written in the document.

This meant that it's been three years since the debt had been due, my parents had died around that same time not that it had anything to do with them but now after three years I could very well request that interest be applied, the amount borrowed was ten million dollars, after thinking for a moment I decided to add ab extra two million knowing they wouldn't be able to pay that amount.

I stood up while holding the document in hand and stretched before walking out of the room.

"Boss, did you find anything?" Leo asked curiously, "Of course I did, something really interesting; this is going to be fun," I said. Leo followed behind me as we left my parent's room and headed towards mine.

After we got into my room. I looked at Leo and held up the document for him to see. "See this? It's proof of their debt to us; I bet they felt it would be forgotten after my parents died. I found it weird that I didn't know about this deal, but it seemed that it was made in secrecy," I said.

"Wouldn't it be weird if a branch house of a great family burrowed money to another branch house of a great family, it would be a disgrace and that's why they hid, the problem is why did they bother, I'm not familiar with the deal and neither was I there then, hell I was just ten years old but I guess I could always get my answers from Roberto instead?" I said.

"So when are you going to start moving?" Leo asked, I looked a bit thoughtful about it, "Soon, very soon."

"There's no need wasting time about it when I could just start; the longer I wait, the more interest I'll lose," I said to Leo, and he nodded approvingly.

I yawned for a bit, "I'm tired, Leo; I'm going to bed; tomorrow, we'll go and pay a visit to Roberto and his family," I said, smiling to myself.

"Have a good night, sir?" Leo said before excusing himself from the room and leaving; feeling exhausted, I took off my clothes and went to the bathroom; I washed my hands and face before going to bed.

Marie's POV

"Please put on your seatbelts; the plane is about to take off," the pilot said from the pit; I sat into my seat comfortably brimming with excitement; it had been four years since I had left New York, and now I was going back, back to my family and my father.

The plane slowly took off from Chicago Airport; I had come here to school for the past four years, but my father had not allowed me to come back till I was done, and now that I had graduated last week, it was time for me to head back home.

"Do you need anything?" A flight attendant asked me, I smiled at her and shook my head. I wasn't feeling particularly hungry or thirsty, and even if I was, I was too excited to eat anything.

The flight was going to take about an hour and a half, so I decided to catch some sleep before then. I reached out into the back of the seat in front of me and pulled out an eye mask for sleeping. I gently placed it on my eyes and relaxed in before sleeping off.

After I woke up, the plan was decent; I looked outside the window and noticed the beautiful city of New York from above. I stretched out in my seat, feeling relatively better. I placed the sleeping mask back and prepared myself.

Before I boarded the plane, I had been thinking of my little brother Dante; the last time I saw him, he had just become a teenager and was way smaller than me, so the thoughts of seeing him now and how much he had grown left me excited.

The plane came to a stop, and the passengers unboarded the plane one after the other; after I had gotten down, I looked around, searching for who had come to pick me up.

"Marie! Marie Genovesse," I heard a voice call out to me; some people looked at me with cautious eyes, stepping back as I walked, while others seemed completely unbothered by it; I looked at the driver calling my name and eyed him with disdain.

"Refrain from calling my last name," I said to the man; he looked to be in his thirties, and I didn't remember someone like him, but then again, it had been four years.

"Uuuhhm, yes, ma'am," he said before bowing slightly and picking up my luggage; he carried them and placed them in the boot of the Mercedes before he opened the door for me to get inside. I still felt the watchful eyes of people who knew the meaning of my last name.

I usually don't like to inform people of my origin or have them find out that I'm from a branch of one of the greatest Mafia families in New York City, the Genovese family; although not much is known about us, the name was very familiar amongst the civilians on New York City.

"Why didn't my father come?" I asked him, trying to distract myself from my thoughts, "Well, the Boss said he would be expecting a guest very soon, so he has to prepare and he couldn't make it", he replied.

"What about my brother, Dante." I pushed.

"The young master isn't around at the moment; he said he would be going out to get some things", the driver replied; I gave up asking any more questions and sat quietly at the back and watched the view from my window as we drove away from the airport back towards my house.

"It's good to be back," I said to myself while feeling nostalgia as I watched the familiar roads of New York City.