The Mafia

Chapter 1

I'm reposting this because I accidentally rated it restricted and it wouldn't let me change... so... yah. Enjoy

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"This is not happening; it is not happening." Raven paced around the large room, correction; suite, worriedly. She could not remember a thing!

"Will you relax?" her younger sister, April, chided.

Raven stopped dead in her tracks and turned to face her sister slowly. April was just like this. She never took anything seriously. Nothing. Not school, not life, and definitely not waking up trapped in an unfamiliar room without a single memory of the night before.

"April," she said in a calm voice. She had learnt in the past that her sister did not respond well to being shouted at. "Don't you think it's a teensy bit weird that neither of us remembers anything about last night? Don't you find it the least bit disturbing that we woke up trapped in this strange room?"

April turned her attention from a glossy fashion magazine to her sister. "Well whoever has us locked up in here sure has it made. I mean look at this place. It's beautiful. Maybe instead of complaining you should enjoy it. You're always complaining about what a slave driver your boss is. Look at this as the holiday retreat you always wanted! The one he'd never give you."

Raven had to hand it to her, she was right. The suite was amazing! The bedroom alone was easily twice the size of her apartment. When they woke up a few hours earlier they explored the beautiful haven on earth. How they had gotten there was the last question on their minds. Someone had left two trays of breafast on the living room table. Reality hit after they had eaten. April had suggested looking around the entire house, but the front door was locked from the outside. So was the one leading to the balcony. They were trapped.

That wasn't the point though. She tried to reason with her sister, though she knew it was a waste of time. April had always been the free-spirited, fun loving, reckless and care-free sister. She, on the other hand was the hard working, trustworthy one. April had also described her as tight-laced. Maybe she was, but she found it better to be safe than sorry.

She shook her head, bringing her mind back to the matter at hand. "Even if the place is posh, it's still freaky that neither of us can remember anything. Maybe we were drugged!" she gasped.

"Raven, I have a splitting headache. That tells me one thing. I got wasted last night! So obviously I had a good time. Don't blow this out of proportion, okay?"

"Why is it that everytime something crazy happens you're always right there beside me?" Raven asked as she mussed her sister's hair affectionately. "I don't know what's happening here, but whatever it is, I know it won't be good."

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"Where could they be? They've been gone for two days!" Mariah asked her husband.

John stared at his wife. She looked terrible. She hadn't slept in fourty eight hours, the bags under her eyes showed that. It was not like April to stay away for two whole days without telling either of her parents. He had a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach that Benedetto Lombardi had something to do with the disappearance of his daughters.

Bang,bang, bang!

He rushed to the door as fast as his legs would carry him. He wasn't shocked when he saw a tall man dressed in black from head to toe. He even had black sunglasses shielding his eyes from the non-existent sunshine. Mariah joined him at the door. When she saw the man standing there she almost fainted. How did they find them?

They had worked so hard to cover their tracks. They had even changed their names to avoid them. The man invited himself in, pushing past them. He studied his surroundings quietly and then pulled out simple note. He held it out to John in his black leather gloved hand.

John impatiently tore it open and read it. It stated:

We have your children. When you're ready to talk let us know.

He looked up only to see the retreating figure of the strange man. "How is my dear old friend Benedetto?" he asked.

The man stiffened, but he did not turn. "Have you not heard? Benedetto passed away five months ago."

John's face did not show any emotion. Mariah, however noticed the darkening of his eyes. Even after all these years he still loved the man like his own flesh and blood.

"Then why do you have my daughters?" he demanded, blood boiling.

The man shrugged. "There's a new Don, Cesare. Demetrio took over when his father passed away." The man did not wait for anymore questions.

John grimaced. It made sense! He was the only father figure in the boy's life. When he had left he must have felt abandoned. It was obvious he held a grudge towards him. He looked at his wife who abruptly broke into tears. He pulled her to him and hugged her tightly.

"It'll be okay, Mariah," he shushed.

"No! No it won't be okay! The mafia has my babies!"

"We'll get them back," he vowed.

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Demetrio unlocked the wooden double doors as quietly as he could. The girls had been there for three days, but they had no idea where they were or how they got there. He decided to put them out of their misery.

"Who are you?"

He had expected them both to be asleep. Turning in the direction of the voice he saw them. One was fast asleep in her sister's lap, while said sister was staring at him curiously. He couldn't tell them apart. They looked so much alike.

"Demetrio Lombardi at your service," he said as he gallantly bowed.

She tilted her head to the side as though trying to figure him out. "Well, I'm guessing you know who I am."

"Not quite. Which sister are you?" he asked as he leaned against the door frame, folding his arms.

"The younger one, and I suggest you leave before Raven wakes up. I know for a fact that she won't be as calm as I am once she sees you."

He ignored her and let his eyes drop to take in the sight of Raven. She looked almost exacly like her mother. He wondered if they knew who their father was. He doubted it, though. From what he read from the private investigator's reports on Raven she had put both herself and her sister through college. They weren't living the lavish lifestyle he had expected them to. Cesare knew just how to hide, but his past was bound to catch up with him. And now it had.

Raven's eyes flickered open. They rose to make contact with his and he sucked in a sharp breath of air. A jot of electricity shot up his spine, and by the way her eyes widened, he could have sworn she felt the connection as deeply as he had.

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okay... new story... but I'm not too sure about it. If I get enough positive feedback I'm going to continue with it, but only after I'm done with Italian Ego. So if you'd like me to continue with it, let me know =)