Marcello sped through the city, desperately looking for a white range rover as he cursed the stupid slut.

He had gone to pick up a gift from one of his men to give to his Bambi, and that idiotic whore had said something that he ignored, but before he could react, she had him pushed up against the wall, making out with him.

He had been about to push her off and give her a piece of his mind, but he was interrupted by a noise.

And there, watching them with eyes as wide as saucers, stood his Bambi, tears beginning to fall as she had looked at Marcello, blaming him.

Her words rang through his mind as he began to become more frustrated,

Was I not good enough?

That little bitch was going to wish she never approached him after he was done with her. She was going to wish she was never born. He would make sure of it.

Seeing the flash of blue and red lights, his worry grew as he began following after them.

He had to make sure it wasn't Bambina.

There, at a rarely used intersection, was a small silver car... and a white range rover.

The cars were swallowed in flames, and Marcello began to fear the worst.

The firefighters were already extinguishing the fire, and some even crawled into the cars to check for casualties.

Marcello got out of the car, walking authoritatively as he approached the accident, scowl on his face.

Out of the silver car, they pulled out a man's charred body - dead.

Turning his head towards the white range rover, his breaths quickened as he watched the firefighter pull out one small body.

A females body - charred as well - and dead.

Pulling out his gun, he shot everyone in the vicinity, leaving no survivors. He went towards the girl's body, hands beginning to shake as he looked at it - it was burnt beyond recognition.

Shaking his head in disbelief, he picked her up, bridal style. This wasn't Bambina's body - it couldn't be, he hoped so, but all the clues pointed towards her being dead.

This was her car, the car that she stole, but Marcello felt no emotional attachment to the body in his arms, he felt no connection.

His back-up appeared and they began to clean the scene up, a coroner approached him and took the body away.

In less than 5 minutes, the scene was as normal as it could be from when they found it, two burning cars, and the two police cars and a firetruck. No dead body was left at the scene.

Slowly, Marcello walked back to his car and drove back, that bitch was going to pay.

On the other side of the city, Bambina woke up to find she was in a large bed, a room almost the same as the room she had before her parents died.

An IV was attached to her arm and she carefully took it out. She got out of the bed and check for her gun, the gun that Marcello gave her. It was still safely in the holster on her thigh and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Bambina took the gun out and began to walk towards what she assumed to be the door out of the room.

The door opened before she reached it and she lifted the gun, aiming it at the person's head, ready to shoot.

Smiling, the person ignored the gun aimed at his head as he took a step into the room.

Bambina stumbled backwards, her hands falling at her sides as her she gaped, not believing her eyes, she blinked a few times.

"Padre,"  she whispered before flinging her small body at the bulky man at her door.

"Bambina," he sighed as he hugged the small girl, "I missed you."

"What's happening? You're meant to be dead." She muttered, looking over her padre to check if he was real.

"It will all be explained Bambina, but first, someone is dying to see you again," he grinned and lead her out of the room.

The house she was in seemed to be grander than Marcello's. It was way more modern and the interior designing was more contemporary.

"My love!" Dominic called out as they arrived at a normal-sized dining room.

Sitting at the head of the table, a beautiful brunette woman turned in the chair, a giant smile breaking out on her face, "Bambina, my baby," she stood and opened her arms as a teary girl barrelled into them.

"I don't understand... you're dead," snuggling into her madre's embrace, she closed her eyes.

"Come sit, and eat, you must be hungry," her madre spoke softly as she seated Bambina in a chair, staring at her daughter in happiness.

"Why didn't you come after me?" Bambina questioned as she ate the food in front of her.

"I really wanted to, I promise, I did, but we couldn't." Sighing, her madre smiled softly at the girl.

"We are apart of a mafia," her padre began, sitting across from Bambina, "it's a very very powerful mafia, and to be officially apart of it, one must die."

"What?" She gaped in confusion.

"Our family is very loyal, and in order to be officially apart of it, you must do multiple tasks to pledge your loyalty, and then finally, your death must be staged, you will not exist in the eyes of the government or any of the other mafia's databases." Her madre continued for her husband, watching as her daughter began to nod her head in understanding.

"But I thought you were already apart of the gang that zia works for,"

"My great grandfather founded this mafia and stationed loyal members into other mafia's, allowing them to rise higher in the ranks to gain information on the other mafia's. Once they've done all that they could, their deaths would be set up and they would officially join us. My father stationed me in the Marsalis Mafia, and as soon as he began to become fatally sick, I died in a shootout, your mother as well," Dominic explained, "because we are dead, nobody would suspect that I am leading the strongest gang in the country."

"Why didn't you kill me too then?" Bambina pouted as she looked down at her lap.

"That was your initiation," her madre reached for her daughter's hand.

"Wait, I don't understand, you're the leader of this gang?" She turned to her padre.

"I am, and soon you will be."