The Stolen Donna

~ two ~

Wednesday, September 9th 1999
Naples, Italy
Back at the Bianchi Estate

Chaos erupted from inside the Bianchi estate. The scene in front of them looks as if it was a horror film. Although they weren't far off with that assumption. Shattered glass, broken picture frames, fist indentations in the walls, scattered blood and bullets lined the hallways. After being informed that his daughter had gone missing, Giovanni Bianchi went on a rampage. A rampage that even hades god of the underworld couldn't be capable of. Everyone would feel his wrath if it meant finding his principessa. When the don received a panicked phone call from his beloved wife, he stopped what he was doing and rushed home. He had been conducting business and was checking out his warehouses towards the docks. Several crates had been misplaced and required his immediate attention. Turns out they were just delivered to another one of his warehouses. He had kissed his wife Elena and children before leaving. Something he had always done but he hadn't realized it would be the last time he would kiss and see his little Ariana. Not even closing the car door before rushing inside to find his wife hysterically crying while being comforted by their sons. Replaying what had happened earlier she explained every last detail. Elena had walked into Arianas room to retrieved her for her nighttime bath. Something she simply adored. It was not only a great bonding experience with her daughter but it also rewarded her with cutest little one toothed smile. At first she hadn't completely panicked. Thinking that her nanny had just taken her to the kitchen. Often times Ari would get fussy to the point where she'd only want a bottle and her little baby puffs. Hurrying down the halls towards the kitchen she realized it was empty. She informed the guards that she couldn't find them. Also noting that the two guards who were to be stationed outside her bedroom door were also missing. At that moment the sinking feeling in her stomach turned worse. He gritted his teeth while watching the tears stream down her gorgeous face as she explained the earlier events. His heart was breaking not only for himself but for his wife and sons. He wasn't the only person who would be missing her. For she had been stolen from not only him but his family as well. Hours had passed by and they were still no closer to finding her. No leads, Nothing. It was as if she vanished from plain sight. The guards who were supposed to be watching over her claimed to be knocked unconscious from multiple blows to the back of the head. Both guards were found dragged next door into a vacant guest bedroom. The only other person who had full access to the child was her nanny who also had gone missing. Giovanni didn't want to assume and jump to conclusions on the woman. Would she kidnap his daughter or was she a victim in the abduction as well. Not taking chances he put out a hit for the woman. Regardless whether she was innocent or not, she was responsible for the child's welfare. The same thing could be said for his men. They were at the receiving end of both his rage and his gun. He would continue to search to the ends of the world, No place untouched. It took them eleven years to finally have a baby girl and he'd be dammed if he wasn't going to bring her back home.

Present day - Saint Petersburg, Russia.

The sound of heavy breathing was the only thing that could be heard from miles away. Perspiration was dripping down onto the training mats in front of them. Taking a look at the man in front of her she couldn't help but smile on the inside. Bloody, bruised and almost at his breaking point. Circling her opponent she decided to just end it. With one final punch to the jaw he was knocked unconscious. Clapped could be heard from all of the men in the training room but one voice startled her. Turning around so fast she would receive whiplash. There standing in the corner was her papa. She had thought he would be away for another week taking care of some family business. She was overjoyed and quickly ran into his arms embracing him like she hadn't seen him in over twenty years. Even though it had only been a week. Returning her hug, she signed in content. Oh how I've missed you moya zvezda he whispered into her ears. The smile gracing her face was enough to light an entire ballroom. For someone as ruthless as Calina, She couldn't help but feel like a small child around her papa. Perhaps it was because he had single handedly raised her on his own or because he truly was her best friend. They held no secrets from each other, he trained her to fight, kill, torture. Trained her to rightfully take her place in the near future. Afanasi was there every step of the way throughout her childhood. From her very first steps to the first time she ever held a firearm. Bathing her, nurturing her while she had nightmares, nursing her back to health when she fell ill. The ruthless don had been charmed under her spell. She had him wrapped around her tiny little pinky the very moment he seen her back in that alley behind his club nineteen years ago. The don was pleased with both her progress and determination.

"Papa why are you back so early?" Calina asked while taking a sip of water. She had been training for the past three hours and definitely felt like she was becoming dehydrated. She was never good at remembering to drink water and refuel herself. She was go go go without regards to her health. Something she had to break the habit of.

"I had finished business early. Turns out your uncles did not need me. The woman ended up dead anyways."

"Wait, What woman?" She asked while boring her eyes into his. She was utterly confused as to why he had gone for a woman.

"Da. A woman. She claimed to be pregnant by your cousin Stefan though he denied everything. Said he had never seen the woman a day in his life. Turns out the bitch was trying to get information and wasn't really pregnant. Ended up with a bullet between the eyes after your cousins tortured her."

"Stefan tortured her?" Calina asked baffled by the news. She was confused since her cousin did not touch women. No Dubkova man did. At least not in that way. Usually she was called in when needing to deal with women since her family did not believe in torturing the opposite sex. Something about how even though they were killers they were still gentleman. Which was completely sexist on their past.

"Nyet. Your cousin Klara did. Said she wanted to finish her off for lying about her blood. I was pleasantly surprised and a little impressed. Although I should be furious at you for allowing her to not only witness your tortures but for allowing her to join in as well." He said while giving her the 'oh you're in trouble now' glare.

"Papa what did you expect? I'm a woman and I was practically trained my entire life for this. How is it fair that I can do this but she can't? She should be able to train the same exact ways I did. What if she was kidnapped or found herself in a dangerous situation? She wouldn't even know how to hold and shoot a firearm if it wasn't for me. It's not fair!" Calina practically yelled.

"ENOUGH!" He yelled. His voice booming off the gym walls.
"Your cousin is not the next Donna. She is not the heir to this family. She is of innocent blood and will remain that way. The same goes for her sister. She is also sixteen years old. I did not allow you to torture until you turned eighteen. We will have problems if I see you training her and allowing her in this room again. Are we clear?"

"Yes" She grumbled while storming out of the gym. Being scolded like a child in front of her men was not only embarrassing but a huge blow to her ego. If he wasn't her papa, she would of right hooked him to the face.

The anger she was feeling from the embarrassment was burning through her veins. She thought she was doing the right thing by training her younger cousins. She hadn't meant to disrespect or disobey dons orders but she also couldn't sit back and watch her younger cousins remain defenseless. She knew how often young women got kidnapped. She also knew that at some point in their lives would come a time they'd be in danger. Whether it was a rival family or simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time. It didn't sit well with her knowing they couldn't defend themselves. Oblivious to the world around them. When she had first taught her cousins how to use a gun, They almost shot themselves. Not only could they of hurt themselves but they could of easily killed both themselves and one another if this was a life or death situation. Deep in her mind she knew she should of never allowed them to watch her dissect a rat. He was a rat who gave away family information. He was starved, tortured and killed. His dismembered body later cremated and tossed aside like trash. Perhaps her papa was right. Maybe she should of stopped there. Never allowing them to witness that side of her or the depths of what her family actually does. Signing to herself she realized she was in the wrong. That she needed to trust her papa to make the correct decisions even if she didn't agree with them. She'd apologize later that night to both her papa and uncles for her mistakes and hope for their forgiveness. For now she'd simply relax and have a nice smoke.

Hope this chapter was enjoyable
~Also I'm relying on google for Russian translations. Dont shoot me.~

Moya Zvezda - My Star
Da - Yes
Nyet- No