Chapter 31
“Okay, talk.”
“We’re going to have to start from the beginning so you can understand where Ariana has come from and why she is the way she is. You’re going to hear some shit you’re not going to like. That is if you actually give a fuck about my sister.”
“I did…I do…fuck, I don’t know! She’s Angelo’s daughter and he killed my father!”
“And that right there is why you need to listen.”
Tony offers him a smoke and a light which he takes and get comfortable while Sam starts to tell us the story I wasn’t willing to hear from Ariana.
“My father killed our mother on second Ariana’s birthday. He said she was going to make her weak by showing her love. From the day she was born he has this idea in his head that he was going to make her into the most ruthless assassin ever, disguised in a petite, delicate little girl who could seduce his enemies into letting down their guard. He trained her brutally from the age of six, if you could even call it that. He basically tortured her until she broke like a dam horse. He made my brother and I watch and participate. What he didn’t know was that we would push food and medicine under the door her closet where she was held. We didn’t want to do what we did to her, but if we had denied him or showed that we cared he would have killed is and it would have been worse for Amaria. He had her killing people for him by the age of 7. Playing as a poor little Innocent lost child that would then slit their throats when their guard was down. She didn’t want to at first, but my brother and I told our father that she needed to scope the victims first, so she knew more about them to hit them easier. This allowed us to take her out every now and then. We would point out the men, leaving out their names so that she didn’t feel any sort of attachment to them, and we would tell her about all the had things they did which helped her clear her conscious and made the killing easier for her. This went on for years, but she went from a little girl to a young woman and my father decided it was time for her to start seducing the men to get closer. It was close to her eighteenth birthday when our father put the hit out on your father, so we took Ariana to a park across from a café we knew he would be. We pointed him out and told her about the drugs and guns he ran, all the people he had killed. We told her he was a bad man. What we didn’t count on was that you would be there. She asked who you were, you had your back facing the park so she couldn’t see how similar you looked to your father. We told her that you were his son, and we allowed her to sit and watch as she was trained to do to learn her victim. After a while she told us she couldn’t kill him. When we asked why she said something like, he may be caught up in bad things, but that is not a bad man. I can see the way he loves his son, the way he treats his men, the cafe staff, even the people walking by. He is not a bad man, and I will not remove him from this world and take him from these people he loves. We tried to convince her, tried to scare her by telling her what our father would do, but she wouldn’t agree to it, saying she would only ever kill bad people. The hit was marked for her eighteenth birthday. She was supposed to go with our father to the exchange our fathers had planned and seduce the Don, get him to take her home and kill him while he slept. My brother and I unlocked her closet that night. We had cut the camera feeds and moved the guards, so she had a straight and easy path out of there. She did exactly what we had hoped she would do, and she ran. She had been running for five years. We caught up to her a few times. Sleeping in parks, on benches, shitty hotels and we were purposely sloppy so she would see us and keep running. We would report back to our father that she had given us the slip and we would keep our heads. When she didn’t kill the Don and ran our father was so angry that he shot him in the back .without a second thought. Putting the biggest target on his own head and for that he swore that when he found Ariana, he would kill her with a
thousand cuts. Slowly, painfully, in the worst way possible he would kill her…and you just gave him exactly what he wanted.”
“She didn’t know…” I say breathing heavily and pacing the room.
Luca comes up and puts a hand on my shoulder to show his support and I look from him to Tony who has a look in his eye that could fucking kill.
*You mean to tell me that she had no fucking clue who Luciano’s father was, she’s been scared, alone, running for her fucking life all these years, afraid of letting anyone in, just in case they got hurt due to her past, and this fucker right here just handed her over life a fucking gift to the sadist prick that has caused all of this?” Tony says, still glaring of me.
“Exactly.” Sam says.

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