𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒚-𝑬𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

After a long hours drive the black sprinter came to a halt, I made sure to keep my stone cold face so Igor wouldn't notice my fear "is James here" I ask him in a monotone voice "no, I killed him. he grew soft" I scoff at Igor but I was in pain, so he did escape but now James was... gone. 

"where is she?" Igor shakes his head "in the second room on your right" then he leaves me on my own, wow what a grandfather he is. I roll my eyes and pull myself to go to my mothers room.

I was debating whether or not i should open it when I heard a small hiss, was she hurt?

I stood at the door for a moment and heard a few gentle sniffles.

Without a second thought I open the door a wave of regret crashes once I do "please i-i learnt my lesson" she whimpers, just like I used to. I could feel a few tears fall against my cheeks "mama?" the words fell out of my mouth so smoothly, I've been craving to say those words to someone.

She slowly turns to look at me, she looks almost exactly like me. she had the same hair as me, the same lip shape as me, the same beauty mark as me and the same hair color. I found myself falling in her arms "my Sofia, how I missed you! You've grown" she sobs, I pull away to analyze her features again but instead a bruised on her cheek catches my attention "Igor" I grit

"get up" Igor interrupts, I stand up after hugging my mother once more "you can make dresses yes?" I nod "well your mother and I have a ball on the 31st of December which is 25 days away so make a ball gown for yourself" he says disgusted, I nod again "sleep wherever, I just don't wanna see you" he slams the door shut and I turn to my mother.

I knew he was acting all nice just for me to follow him into the sprinter and now he was going to be a complete pain in the ass but i was just happy to see my mother "what did he do to you" my blood boiled as she explained bits of it, not wanting me to know too much.

All I had to do was act as if i'm scared of him and hell let his guard down, there's a rule in the Russian Mafia which is kill the leader, your now the leader. Which is very different from the Italian Mafia. But that rule only happens if you kill them and your blood related. And while I carried out this plan I had to muster up some courage to actually go through with the whole killing part.

"Mama, I just want to tell you I don't blame you for leaving me anymore" I tell her as she starts to cry again "and i-i..I.. I love you" the words I've never told anybody "I love you to mia figlia" (my daughter) she says inbetween sobs.