Chapter 3

"Father, why can't I stay in Italy?" Nevaeh asked as tears dripped down her face.

She didn't understand why her father would make her go away.

Despite all that has happened, she didn't want to leave. Italy was her home.

"Nevaeh!" Matías huffed as he summoned Jerald to come and collect his daughter's suitcases.

"How many times do I have to tell your stubborn self? Stop questioning my actions, I am your father, and you will do as I say."

"yes father," she replied submiting to him.

"Good. Your lucky Mr and Mrs Clark allowed you to take residence in their home or you would be rotting in Bording school. Just you remember that."

And just that he walked away barging past her as if she wasn't even there.

Ever since her mother had died there was no joy or laughter. The whole house was silenced by the news.

Matías seemed to take it to heart aswell. 

Nevaeh stormed up to her now empty room, slammed the door shut and fell on the floor bursting out into tears. All this family ties, family struggles was breaking her bit by bit. Destroying her. killing her innocence.

After some time there was a knock on her door.

"Go away, i don't wanna talk to anyone"

"Please Nev," the voice pleaded " I need to tell you something

"Fine,"Neveah opened the door and let the woman in.

"Hey ..Dania," she greeted hesitantly while looking out of her window.

"Hey Nev I know right now is not the best time but i need to tell you something very important and you must not tell anyone under this roof, you understand me"

Nevaeh turned her face dull. Her eyelids puffed up as she had blag bags under her eyes. It was so sad, a 9 year old, to go through all of this at such a young age. She just wanted someone to cry on to talk to and her father clearly would not be that person so Dania the old maid thought to take that place.

"Go ahead," Nevaeh replied

"No... not here what I'm about to tell you should not be said here it's not safe"

"It's not??"

"No tesoro mio," (No darling)

"Non capisco" (I don't understand)

She placed a chain in the palm of Nevaeh's small little hands . The golden chain glowed in the mist of the sun light.

"What is this for?"

"It was your mothers.. she said she wanted you to have it.. she gave it to me the day she died"

"Grazie"

"Your most welcome preziosa"

The smile on her face soon faded as she became serious again.

"Listen darling we can not speak her because we could be watched... I know who killed your mother.. i finally do but-"

"But what??"

"Darling I shall tell you later.. meet me at my house at 5pm... here are my spare keys" she placed them in Nevaeh's pocket

"Ok"

And with that Dania walked away.

Nevaeh was left with nothing but confusion. Her mum?? She knows who the murderer is??

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After a while of walking in the glaze of the sun Nevaeh finally came across a road that she recognised. This must have definitely been Dania's house.

Nevaeh used to come here all the time especially whenever her parents argued.

As she raised her hand to knock on the door she noticed that it was opened.

"Dania" she called out as she pushed the door open. She couldn't believe the sight. It was all scattered, everything and broken glass everywhere. Her eyes soon laid across a trail of blood on the floor which lead her into the bathroom.

"Dania???" She opened the bathroom door and was horrified at the sight.

She opened her mouth to scream but the sound was quickly muffled by a hand covering her mouth.

As she quivered in fear her eyes looked down to see the reflection of only the bottom half of the guy through the broken glass on the floor.

The sight of Dania was terrible. Blood splattered everywhere and left nothing but her pale lifeless body in the shower.

"Oh dearie don't cry," whispered the voice as he leaned in towards her ear.

His long black jacket laid rough against her skin causing her to itch.

"She is long gone and now there is no way you will find out what she was going to tell you"

He let go of her and walked towards the bathroom door.

"What a shame, she seemed pretty nice"

"Ugh vaffanculo!" she spatt as she threw a shard of glass at the shadow mans silhouette 

"Uh uh," he growled as he surprisingly wacked out of the way with his hand.

What ever material that black glove was made out of seriously saved his fingers from splitting apart.

"Now a little girl like you shouldn't be using such foul language...should she"

She just stood there with nothing to say. She had already lost two women who meant the world to her. The only people she was able to say that she did feel safe with.

She squeezed her eyes shut as a tear rolled down her face. But by the time she opened them the tall dark clocked figure had disappeared.

How could all of this happen to me she thought

"God what kind of sin have a committed to gain such a curse like this."

She remembered when she went to Spain two years ago to meet her Spanish side of the family.

She stayed over at her abuela's  and listen to all her stories and memories of Nevaeh's mother.

Abuela always use to warn her and tell her that when You sin God's punishment was always as big as a curse. However her mother always told Abuela to not say such nonsense, as long as we repent of our sins and make sure we don't do it again God will welcome us back with open arms.

She crawled over towards Dania's blood drenched body and turned her to her side to face her. The sight was sickening she finally saw where all the blood loss was coming from, her stomach and her chest. She was stabbed multiple times. 

She saw something popping out of Dania's pocket. She slipped her hand through the blood soiled pocket she pulled out a piece of paper,she could just about make out what it said.

I am sorry preziosa I don't know if i will make it or even send this letter to you. But if I do listen to this warning. Stay away from the guy with a eagle tattoo on the back of his neck. You will know exactly what I am talking about in later years. Just stay away from him or -

She clearly wasn't able to finish her sentence before she was sent to an eternal sleep. Nevaeh huffed put the sheet of paper in her pocket took out her phone and called Theadore , her "body guard" her Dad had for her, to come and pick her up.

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"DID I TELL YOU TO GO ANYWHERE THOUGH!" yelled Matías

"I just wanted to say goodbye to her before we leave," mumbled Nevaeh

"Don't you talk back to me young lady!"

"Well what the heck was I supposed?"

"To stay in this flipping house like I told you to," he walked up to her and placed his cold hands over her cheeks, "I lost your mother, I can't loose you too."

"Come se fottutamente ti importasse"

"Watch your language girl"

"Whatever," she rolled her eyes and stormed off

"AND YOU BETTER STAY IN THAT ROOM OF YOURS OR ELSE....I SWEAR DOWN!"

"Just f off"

Yet again she just sat there, in her room crying , as always. It has started to become a habit of hers; do nothing and sit there, stair at a blank wall or sealing and deep life.

The pain that constantly swelled up in the bosom of her heart began to over power her conscience. She couldn't wait to get out of here. Out of this dump. This hell hole that has already destroyed what she loved most. Family.

Why did she have to be born into a mafia family? Why did her mother have to marry this man? Why did her father react the way he did and take out his anger and mourning onto her? What did she even do too deserve this type of punishment?

She lied straight on the empty blow up mat in an empty room. That's exactly what she felt. empty. Her eyes became heavy as she yawned.

She was then shaken my a door slamming open. 

She leaned in towards her door and placed her left ear against it.

"Oh for flip sake man, no one is going to know, how they gonna know?" said a voice

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"Oh mio preziosa bambino, stai al sicuro per me" grandpa spoke ans he caged me in with his hug.

"Yes be very careful," added Marrie a former worker of my father.

Speaking of the devil, of course he didn't come to see his own daughter,wow.

After hugging her friends and workers of her father she stepped into the jet and disappeared out of sight from her friends.