Chapter Nine, Regret

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Point Of View - Damien Bianchi

     Being previously at one of the hospitals that my family owns, St. Thomas Medical Hospital. Her previous injuries were massive and none of this was on Elma's medic record. Out of frustration, currently drowning myself into some mafia work. Just being there and looking at her purple and blue ribs. Something that ticked me was she did know who we were. Why is it there and what's the reason? I know she doesn't want to tell us but I Love Her More Than She Thinks.

     One of my last memories with my Principessa (Princess) was running around the Ginkgo tree in the backyard. Elma had an amazing happy smile a five year old should have. But then the next day she was gone. Mom's twin Clara took her. She left a note that said, 'Kara I am taking Elma, she is mine not yours. Don't dare find me.' Apparently Clara had the delusion that Elma was her, forgetting that her daughter was a stillbirth.

     My whole family from both sides love her very much. Elma was the first girl to be born with Bianchi blood in three generations. When she was little she had the whole family wrapped around her little finger. Even Nono (Grandfather) would scowl at anyone who made his Principessa (Princess) cry.

     During the winter time in Italy when Elma was three. Klara, mama's twin, had moved in with us because her husband divorced her. He called her crazy and a psychopath at the time. When she moved in with us Klara didn't act like it until my Principessa (Princess) was about five years old. She took her in the middle of the night.

      Through the months it progressed but we never thought I would go far enough to take her. She would say stuff like she is 'my daughter' or 'Elma is mine.' Mom and Father took a big hit, Adele and Klaus, my grandparents disowned Clara after hearing about the incident.

      This punch is for the harm she had been through over the years. This punch is for my pain of missing her. Clasping in the gym with no one around but me. On my knees weeping for what happened all these years. Punching the bag again for the arrogance of me and my younger triplets coming home in drenched blood earlier. They could have scared her and there was a chance she would've left us.

     Exiting the mafia warehouse gym. Walking past the white walls and going to my office to touch up some paperwork. I passed the members of the Italian Mafia as they respect me. In a little bit I am gonna be the Don in about a month. Father has been training me hard just like I have been asking him for. All of us Bianchi's have been drowning ourselves into something after...

     "Ehi Capo, Il drago monarca ha cercato di organizzare un incontro questa mattina. (Hey Boss, The Monarch Dragon tried to arrange a meeting this morning.)" Niccolò, my assistant, informed me.

     Looking up near the door where my assistant is. "Verstanden, machen Sie es heute Abend um Mitternacht möglich. (Got It, Make it happen for this evening at midnight.)" Demanding it to Niccolò. Why would The Monarch Dragon want to have a conference? It would be a good opportunity to make an alliance and we need allies to protect Elma. I need to make a proposal to show Father. But the alliance chances with The Rose Dragons are slim because of the last drug shipment they stole. Now I am just hoping that it will happen and not make enemies with the world's strongest mafia. We need the alliance to protect my little sister.

     Profits have been more in demand lately, especially in drugs. There is also the problem that some OPs have been compromised. There might be a spy, usually this would be top priority but the OPs were joint ones so it could have been the other side.

     Before leaving the warehouse and going home. I changed out my clothes from my workout clothes to my nice clean suit. Every time I drive in front of those metal gates to the house it reminds me that I am not invincible. That I have a family in which I dearly love.

     Parking my pine green sports car next to Ricco's magna red bike in the garage. No one is in the living room or the game room? Is everyone just doing their own thing? I wonder what my little sister is doing right now...

     Something on my nerves is that my Principessa (Princess) has an aura around her, a powerful one like father. She looks like a sweet innocent kid that could not hurt a bug but when she is ticked off you see it tiny bit and that is not the surface. Father is a don so his aura is meant to be powerful but Elma's is making me question what she is into?

     Looking at her and seeing something is off. It makes me tick. I want to protect her from everything but I know I can't. When looking at her more closely I see someone who is trying to protect themselves mental and physically. Now I am just wondering if she is even ok?

    At different times I could tell that she is not showing her true self. That one time when I had an argument with her about leaving. She showed an aura and dominance like she is used to being the boss. Which definitely scared the crap out of my younger brothers. But what got me puzzled and upset about it is that her aura was deep, almost like mine. What has my Principessa (Princess) been through?

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