Dove's POV
Age: 10
Location: Ricci's Mansion, New York
CW: violence
Alex is the first to walk into the basement while Ella and I trail at the back of the group.
"What's going on?" My mother asks, coming out from the kitchen.
"We're going to see what your daughter is capable of," Vincenzo says gleefully.
Okay this guy is creepy...
"Pardon?" My mother asks calmly, though I can tell she's getting upset.
"Your daughter is going to help torture the man that infiltrated your brother's family," Vincenzo says. The smirk on his face is starting to piss me off.
Ella sense my agitation and grabs my hand again, starting to rub small circles on my wrist in an attempt to calm me down. It works, until my lovely uncle opens his big mouth again.
"She's the Donna's pet. And all those rumours about her are true," Vincenzo says. The look on my mother's face makes me want to die. She looks scared and...heartbroken.
I haven't even done anything and she's probably already given up on me. Not that I blame her.
"She's not my pet she's my prodigy and if you say one more thing you will be joining that man in the basement," Donna says quietly.
Everyone tense at the threat, even me. Donna never speaks quietly unless she wants to be heard.
Weird logic, I know.
At that moment Vincenzo's wife and sons walk down the stairs followed by Diego and Mateo's mothers. Great, now everyone's here.
Once again, the number of people in the room make me panic. Ella grips my hand a little harder, but never stops rubbing slow circles.
"Let's get this over with," my father says, sounding frustrated.
Dread fills my stomach as I watch everyone, and I mean everyone, file down the stairs to the basement.
I've never had a problem with torturing before. I know how bad that sounds, but it was just how I was raised. Blood and violence was, and still is, a normal thing for me. I never cared what people thought of me, until now.
"Looks like you have an audience," Vincenzo notes. I glare at him and say nothing. If I say something I'll definitely get disowned.
"Don't lose your cool," Ella says to me quietly as we walk down the dark steps that leads down to the basement. She's still holding my hand while rubbing circles.
"Too late," I mutter. I can already feel my anger bubbling up and my brain slowly starting to let my emotions in.
When I'm about to kill or torture, I let all of my anger out. It distracts me from my concious.
Once we reach the bottom of the staircase, I follow Ella through a door and into a large room.
The man, who's head is down, is tied to a chair in the middle of the room. Thank goodness the room is big enough to fit everyone.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 ✍︎
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