Vendetta’s daughter- Marked for revenge

Sofia

It all took less than a minute. One moment I was listening to what had to be the best live band I had ever experienced, clad in a new and very limited edition dress by Brunello Cucinelli. I had the most expensive wine in my hands as I stared at my parents who danced in the centre of the room, their eyes filled with love as they had always been for the past 25 years. The very next minute, I appeared to be on the floor with blood on the expensive limited edition dress papa got me. Gunshots pierced my ears, almost making me deaf as cries of pain and fear enveloped the room. You wouldn’t believe that less than 40 seconds ago, everybody was having a good time with smiles on their faces, celebrating the birth of Gavin Lombardi.

My sister-Bianca and I hid underneath the table we were at for safety as our eyes searched frantically for our brother. I was frozen in fear as I stared at my blood stained clothes wondering why I didn’t feel any pain but soon realized that the blood wasn’t mine. I didn’t know if to be relieved of disgusted. Bianca clung to me, holding my hands firm as her lips quivered while she sobbed quietly. It wasn’t until then that I realized the tears streaking down my face as well.

A man was soon sent flying across the room and landed right over the table Bianca and I were hiding under. We were exposed but nobody seemed to care, they were busy killing other people or running for their own lives. Bianca took the opportunity and ran with my hand still firmly clasped in her’s as we attempted to get out to safety until we were met with a brick wall. Our personal bodyguard- Ferdinand. “Move at once” my sister barked the order but he seemed deaf. He was always a strange man but we assumed he was just a man of few words.

A gunshot pierced through the noise of cries and wails and a sharp cry I recognized as my mother’s was heard right behind Ferdinand. I looked through the space Ferdinand couldn’t shield and found my father’s corpse on the floor and my mother being held back by 2 men. Bianca screamed so loudly that a few men had to stop to watch. She tried to fight off Ferdinand but he didn’t even shake one bit. “Daddy!!” She wailed and shoved at Ferdinand using all the strength she could muster up.

I felt like my soul was being ripped apart as I stared at my mother’s corpse that fell on top of the man she loved so greatly. I started to feel my legs give out as I dropped to the floor, my face devoid of emotion and salty tears continued to flow down my face. Bianca screamed and scratched at Ferdinand’s face, fighting to do something as she wept in agony. I wish I was that strong, I mused. I stared at my parent’s corpses from the distance, my eyes feeling heavy as everything seemed to slow down. Except when I looked to see the killer. To see the face of the man who murdered my parents who were so good and loyal to the core.

I stayed in the same position for what seemed to be hours until my knees seemed like it would start to bleed and I heard a voice. “The Don’s daughter? But the Don is dead so what does that make you now?” The man and his men cackled and my head snapped up from the position I stayed to see Bianca with what was left of her dress being cornered by 3 men.

She spat on the face of the one who spoke and said, “Fuck you” and I stared in horror as all the men laughed. Soon, a large hand came across her face so hard that she spat out blood. “Let’s put that mouth to use bitch. I’ve never had royalty on this cock before” All his men sniggered as they held her in place, ignoring her struggle and screams. I wasn’t sure where the knife I held that night came from or how I managed to muster up such strength but as soon as I saw him get close to my sister, I ran from the spot I was, plunging the edge of the blade so deep into his back that it came out from his chest.

Screams of pain filled the room and the other men panicked, wondering where I came from. Bianca, used the opportunity to move away from them and I drove the sharp weapon into his body over and over and over again, not satisfied with his screams. Soon, I was being pulled away by one of the men and my knife was taken from me as they examined their ‘leader’ even he seemed to stupid to orchestrate this attack.

“Where the fuck did she come from?” “I thought you killed everyone” The two men argued amongst themselves as they realized their friend was beyond saving. Soon I was hit across the face. I felt the blood rise in my throat and struggled to keep it down so as not to look weak. Before I could be hit again, a man walked in dragging my beaten-to-a-pulp brother by the sleeve of his shirt.

He shot one of the men with Bianca and I, the one who hit me and for a second I thought he was here to save us but Ferdinand was trailing right behind him like a dog and my glare settled in again. “You run out of people to kill and instead of reporting back to me, you hit little girls?” The man spoke. His voice smooth like butter, like he didn’t just kill a man and massacre a whole clan. He didn’t look much older than Luca, in fact, he didn’t look much older than 19 or 20.

“Don, she killed Xavier-” the man holding me still tried to speak but it didn’t see, like his fate was different from his friend. He was a Don? Did he just look young or did he start a new clan? How could he be a Don at such a young age? My eyes studied him, fury burning beneath my eyelids as I remembered the look of anguish on my mother’s face before she died. Like, he could feel eyes on me, his gaze turned to me. He looked at me strangely, not how a grown man should be looking at a girl no older than 14 but not in an inappropriate or sexual way. It was more of curiosity as he studied my face and features for a few seconds too long.

“How old is she?” He asked and my brother answered, “She’ll be 14 tomorrow”

“Not bad for a 14 year old” He pointed at the man I killed and I glared at him. I never thought I could look at a person with so much hatred. He pushed Luca to the floor and too slow steps to me, aiming his gun at my forehead. Luca started to beg and Bianca started to cry, struggling in Ferdinand’s grasp. I stared into the bullet hole and wondered what death felt like. I wondered if there was an afterlife and if I’d get to see my parents again. If I’d get to apologize for being a difficult daughter. A gunshot was heard and soon after, I felt the metal part of the gun scrape my forehead.

I fell to the floor, my eyes feeling too heavy to keep open as I laid on the corpse of the last soldati. The last face I saw was the face of the man who murdered my parents and I hoped I wouldn’t wake up because if I did, I swore to take his life in the most miserable way ever.