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Part 1: All These Flavors and You Choose To Be Salty

Diavolo tapped his finger on the table. He waited for his subordinate to get his child from adoption. The little kid was taken to the orphanage because Donatella did not have any relatives left. Diavolo could not do the deed by himself. Adoption was difficult procedures with a lot of personal background checks. They definitely would question his "parenting skill" (being a mafia boss did not help) and would not let Diavolo adopted any children in the first place. He refused to go through all of it and let his lackeys handled it.

Someone knocked on his door. Two men came into his office with a new figure hiding behind them. The moment he saw his own blood, Diavolo was shocked. He almost jumped from his seat.

He had a daughter.

The little girl was as tall as his waist. She had light short pink hair, a small pouting red lip and a pair of green eyes. She was a perfect half of Donatella Una and half of him. This gave him some sort of pride in his genetics. Diavolo created a quiet pretty child.

"What's your name?"

"Mom told me not to talk with a stranger."

Smart kid.

"I adopted you, so you should at least be polite to me."

She frowned but answered his question, "Trish. My name is Trish Una."

Trish felt anxious. It was a new and unknown environment. Her mother just passed away from illness. She had nowhere to go except the orphanage. The first week in that place and she never lost her sadness. However, the news of being adopted changed everything. At first, she was happy to find a new home and a loving parent, but reality destroyed her dream. She was taken away immediately and sent into a shady house in less than three days. These resembled legal kidnapping more than adopting.

Diavolo got up from his chair. That man stood in front of Trish to have a better look at her. He was more intimidating standing near her. That little girl trembled in fear.

"Do you know who am I?"

She startled at his voice.

Trish shook her head, "No."

"I just cut it to the point." He smirked, "I am your biological father."

"Wha-what...?"

She turned pale. Everything she had gone through came back. Her life, her hardship, her mother, her grief, all was mixed into crumple of emotion. It was hate at first sight. Trish disliked him, and Diavolo did not like her. The sparks of hatred were vivid from the start. She was frozen, unable to say any words. Her head hung down to the floor. She went silent at the revelation. Diavolo thought she was crying like any normal kids. Unfortunately, she was tougher than she looks. Trish glared back at him with fiery eyes.

"I have something I always want to say to you..."

"What is it?

The guards gasped at her sentence. Diavolo grinned at her attitude. She might be a first-grader, but Trish Una did not take any shit from everyone, including his own biological father. She raised her middle finger then shouted the words loud and clear.

"Fuck you!"

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Trish missed her mother and wished her father to suffer. However, there was no humanoid reflection of our soul or magical arrow in this alternative universe. Trish could not send Diavolo into the limbo of death. That little girl had to stand him to survive the cruel world.

The reason for Trish hatred toward her father was crystal clear. His mother wanted to meet him, but he never showed up. She thought her father had passed away a long time ago. Out of nowhere, he was there, claiming herself to be his daughter. He then left her alone for work without explanation or attention. While Trish was a strong kid and independent child, she just another young little girl. Living alone in a big unknown empty house was a scary experience.

She knew he never cared about her. Trish was a burden for him. Diavolo only kept her around as a tool. He would discard her own daughter if she proved to be worthless. Thinking about the possibility made her sad. A drop of tears fell on her cheek.

Suddenly, Trish heard a rumbling sound outside her room. Someone tripped on the stairs. Trish stopped lying down on her bed then wiped away her tears. She put up her guard, "Who's there?"

Someone opened the door. Doppio popped out from it. He slowly came out behind the door. That boy waved his hand. He was nervous, "He-hello. You must be Trish, right?"

Doppio was unlike the others. He was thin, looked timid and had effeminate features. There was nothing dangerous about him at first glance. However, Trish had her doubt. That girl felt a sharp chill crawled on her skin. There was something special about Doppio. He was more terrifying than any big man she ever met.

Doppio stepped inside her room. Trish could not move for an unknown reason. She closed her eyes out of fear when he got closer. However, her worry was gone when he kneeled down on the floor to get to her height level.

That boy smiled gently at her. "My name is Vinegar Doppio. I am one of your father's subordinate. Nice to meet you!"

"Re-really?" She felt relieved, "You do not look scary like the other men!"

"Hehehe, I get that a lot. Your father told me to take care of you. I hope we could be a friend from now on!"

It was their first meeting, but they had a special connection with each other. Doppio's warmth and kindness were different from others. He genuinely thought of Trish as a normal little girl instead of as a daughter of a mafia. Doppio himself felt a new feeling stirred inside him. Something touched his heart when he saw Trish. For the first time, he wanted to protect someone with his life and turned her sad lip into a smile.

Trish's stomach was grumbling. Her face became red from embarrassment. She realized she had not been eating anything since this morning. Doppio laughed at her reaction. He pulled her hand and brought her down to the kitchen.

"Let's go make some pasta, okay?"