Chapter Two

I dropped to the floor. What was I going to do? Do I find my dad? The only family that I've ever been with is gone. All I could do was cry, and I was not a crier. I've always been good with finding a solution in unfortunate situations, I decided that it would be best to find my father. And the easiest way of doing that would be to call this Giana's number.

I picked up my phone, after I had stopped crying and could speak clearly. I typed in the number that was on the letter and clicked the call button. It rang three times before a sweet, warm voice answered, "Hello! Who is this?"

"Is this Giana?" I asked coldly.

"Yes, this is she, who are you?" She asked in a colder voice.

"This is Aria's daughter, I found all of your letters in the attic. My mother passed away today." I said.

I heard silence from the other end for about thirty seconds before I heard her voice soften, "Hi Faye, thank you for calling me. If you would like, my husband and I could fly to you and pick you up. We could bring you to your father."

"My father doesn't even know who I am, how do I even know that he would want me to stay? What if he doesn't believe me?" I asked, skeptically.

"Honey, I don't think there will be any trouble believing that you are his daughter, you look just like him. And if he doesn't believe you, I can back you up. I knew that your mom was pregnant as soon as she knew. I'm your Aunt, your fathers sister."

Okay, so I do have other family. "If I were to stay there, where would I stay? I barely have enough money to get by here, how would I get by in Italy?"

"You'd live with your father and I in the main house. About ten other family members live in the house, I'm sure that they would be very accepting of you being with us. After all, you are part of the family."

"When can you pick me up?" I asked.

"The earliest I can do is one week from today," she said gently.

"That sounds good, I'll be ready. Keep in touch, I have some work to finish in the next couple days."

We said our goodbyes and I hung up the phone. All of the sudden I heard a knock at that door, I walked towards the door and looked through the peephole. No one was there. I swung the door open and saw a large manilla folder at my feet.

I picked up the letter and brought it inside. I knew there was something bad inside, I had a pit in the bottom of my stomach. I ripped open the letter. Inside was a letter written to me, it wasn't a lengthy letter, written on a scrappy piece of paper. It read;

Dear Faye,

Hi Faye, I know it's been a while. It's Alaina, remember me? Your old neighbor! I know that you're probably very busy, and I know that you always have your hands full with the different assassin stuff that you do. Something has happened. My daughter, Roma has disappeared into thin air, with only one note. It said that I should contact you and trade yourself in, in order for me to have my daughter back.

I know that it would be unreasonable of me to ask this, but do you think that it would be possible for you to try and get my daughter back? She is my life, she's the thing I live for. And if she's gone, I have nothing. Please, please just try. For me, please.

END OF LETTER

Great, another thing for me to fix. But hey, I have to find this child. It is my fault that she was taken, and it is my responsibility that she gets out safely. Will I be turning myself in? Hell no. Will I fight like hell to find her? Yes, yes I will.

I never understood why mafia's include children in their crossfires. It's unjust and completely disgusting, children are the purity of the world. They make everyone better people, the softness, the delicacy, and the innocence. That's everything that the underworld lacks, human decency. I strive to do whatever I can to help the innocent, whether it's legal or not. You could say that I'm a killer of killers. And rapists. I kill the people in this world, that slain the wrong people, the innocent people, the people who deserve to be left out of crime.

I decided that the best plan of action would be to attack from the inside. I have a buddy that works in the Russian Mafia, and he owes me a favor. I saved his wife from the French Mafia, when the Russian Mafia wouldn't. Something the differs in morality between us.

I texted Dimitri, asking him for a favor. He immediately responded, saying that he would do anything to help. I told him about Roma, and how they had taken an innocent child. I promised that I would give him and his wife new identities and send them off somewhere where they will be safe. They have money, that's not the issue. The issue is running for the Russian's. And I tend to have experience with running away from the Russian Mafia. They've taken me into custody two times. The first time, I killed the leader, Maxim Antonov's son, who had raped and killed numerous women and girls. And he was not happy about that, so he captured me again. I escaped. Again. And killed his other heir, leaving him with both of his sons dead. Thanks to me.

Dimitri had told me to meet him at an abandoned warehouse at five o'clock, where he would bring the child. The location seemed sketchy, the time seemed too convenient, something was off. One thing I knew about Dmitri is that he is not a traitor, and as long as he can keep his wife safe, he will do whatever it takes. Looking at it now, it seemed too coincidental for it not to be a trap. I decided, that yes. I would walk into the trap. It will be a bloody scene seen from me again.

I slipped on sweats and a sports bra, and a pair of Nike's. I pulled my hair back into braid, as I knew that it would be hard to grab onto my hair if it were braided. I slipped a gun into my waistband, a dagger into both of my sneakers, and another dagger in my bra. I preferred knives over guns. A real fighter, doesn't need to use a gun.

I jumped into my car, and drove to the address that was given to me. I quietly shut my door and walked inside. Sit down and grab your snacks everybody, it's time for the show.