Recognising the type of cry, Bambina stood, "She needs her nappies changed."

Marcello and Bambina walked upstairs to the baby room, where Angel lay crying.

Bambina began to change the nappy, and Marcello stood aside, watching as a few strands of hair fell in front of her face.

"Why settle for the mafia life? Why didn't you continue your studies as a nurse?" Marcello questioned and Bambina smiled.

"Oh," she laughed softly, "I lied. I was in high school, so I never studied nursing," she paused looking up at Marcello with a cheeky grin, "I just know how to pop a shoulder back in."

There was a pause of silence before Marcello asked another question, "So you're engaged."

Bambina, who had looked down, raised her head in confusion, tilting her head in a silent question before she finished changing the nappies, "There you go, Angel, all clean now."

Angel laughed as Bambina put her down. The toddler began to reach for her dad, hands opening and closing.

"Dada!" She pouted and reached again.

"My little baby," Marcello picked her up and kissed her nose, "Were you stinky?" he scrunched his face up and Angel beamed proudly, showcasing her small teeth.

"I have to go soon, my mum will get here before I go, you should probably get back to your Donship as well." Bambina smiled lightly, leaning against a wall.

Marcello heaved a sigh and nodded, hugging Angel to his large body, "I'm gonna miss you, Angel."

Angel blew a raspberry in his face, "You can visit to see her anytime." Bambina added.

"I'm visiting all the time to see you as well." He winked and she looked down.

"As one would, I'm amazing, after all." She lifted her head and smiled.

"Angel! Grannies home!" The door banged open and Eloise's eyes widened, "Bambina, you're meant to be at work, and this hunk right here should be going to his work too." Eloise winked at Marcello and Bambina went red.

"Madre!" Bambina's ears went red as well.

Eloise only smiled innocently and took Angel out of Marcello's arms, "Now off you go you two, go and plan how your two mafias can effectively join."

"Please stop, Madre." Bambina shook her head in embarrassment.

"I won't stop until you two get married." Bambina shot out of the room, Marcello following.

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Turning on his phone, Marcello was greeted with hundreds of missed calls and messages from Amadeo, who was freaking out because he didn't know if Marcello was dead or not.

Deciding to put his friend at ease, Marcello made a quick phone call to confirm that he was alive and well, and much to Amadeo's disappointment, Marcello informed him that he wasn't sure when he'd be back.

Ending the call, Marcello stepped back into the dimly lit room.

The walls were concrete and soundproof, empty except for the occupied metal chair in the middle, and a metal table filled all types of fun gadgets - fun for Bambina, but not so much for the woman in the chair.

Her blonde hair was stuck to her forehead and neck as it was caked in dried blood. The girl's clothes were sticking to her skeletal body from the sweat, large, but non-fatal gashes on her tan skin. Her sunken eyes darted to Marcello and her breathing quickened from fear. Fear of what this large man could do to hurt her.

The girl was no older than 18.

"Poor girl," a sweet voice came from a dark corner of the concrete room, "but you don't need to fear him, he can't hurt you." Bambina stepped out of the shadows, a caring look on her face as she addressed the frightened girl, voice calming and reassuring.

Marcello closed the door behind him and leant against it.

"What," the girl spoke with much difficulty, "do you want from me?"

Tears freely flowed down her cheeks and Bambina gingerly wiped it away with a piece of cloth from the metal table.

"I know what you are," Bambina held the material up against a cut and pressed hard, the girl beginning to cry out from the pain, "shh, it's ok." Bambina hushed the girl and placed the piece of fabric down.

"I don't understand!" The girl screamed out, spit flying from her mouth.

Wordlessly, Bambina picked up a few photos and lifted them up to the light so that the girl could see.

Grey skin, sunken eyes and skin being eaten by maggots. Dried blood splattered on the face as pieces of her face were missing, allowing a view into the mouth from a gaping hole in the cheek that shouldn't be there. That was the first photo.

The second photo was of a body so thin that it looked like a pile of bones. Instead of the grey skin of a corpse, the body was splotched with dried blood on her skin and clothes. She had multiple cuts all over her body, all meant to be painful, but not to kill. But since the injuries were left untreated in horrible conditions, they became infected, and she had died a slow, painful death.

Looking at the photos, the girl's jaw began to shake as more tears fell down her face.

"You would think that you would learn from your sister's mistakes, hmm?" Bambina hummed and placed the pictures away, but the image stayed in the girls head, sunken, dead eyes haunting her mind.

"She's not my sister." The girl lied, eyes unable to meet Bambina's.

"Opal, that's a pretty name. You graduated from high school with high marks, so, you're meant to be smart." Bambina lifted a scalpal from the metal table, "But apparently, you're not, because if you were smart, you wouldn't lie to me."

Bambina slowly walked around the chair, Opal madly whipping her head around to keep watch of the intimidating short woman.

Bambina's eyes observed the girl. Bambina was the predator, and Opal was the prey.

Coming to a stop in front of the chair, Bambina lifted one of Opal's fingers and began grazing the sharp edge on her skin, "Please! I don't know anything! I don't know who the boss is! No one ever told me!" Opal screeched and Bambina raised an eyebrow.

"And I haven't even cut you yet," she murmured.

"I don't know anything!" Opal was loudly sobbing, blue eyes full of fear and anguish.

"I do," Bambina smiled happily, "I know who your boss is."

"Then why am I here?" Opal looked into her lap as the salty tears fell onto the open cuts, causing an unwelcome sting.

"Because, Opal," Bambina yanked Opals face up by her clumpy blonde hair, "you dared to even try and undermine me, you dared to even think that you would be able to find out something to give to your boss. You dared to go against me."

Afterwards, the small room was filled with the high pitched screams of pure suffering and agony, as Bambina careful began to cut and peel the skin off of the girl's fingers.

The red blood flowing onto the metal chair, and dripping to the concrete floor.

A sadistic smile lit up Bambina's childlike face as her fingers began to be covered by the crimson liquid.

There was a feeling of satisfaction that she got when her enemy was in pain by her own hands. At moments like these, she embraced the voices in her head, feeling in control.

Authors note

 I actually forgot that I had said that she had studied nursing.

See, I know she was in high school at the time, but when I began to write this story, she was actually in University, but then I was like, "Nah" and changed it. But now, with what I wrote at the beginning of this chapter, it makes a little sense (I guess, I'm not sure).

Also, I received a comment that my books are fast-paced and dramatic (not aimed at anyone[except only one person had said this]) BUT, regardless, I would just like to address this issue - I'm not salty about it or anything.

I know my books are fast-paced, I'm a very impatient human being, and I personally don't like filler chapters that much, because I can't really write things that don't have much relevance to the story. It's a problem I have, it's just not a possibility, because I get bored writing it, and then I might stop writing in the book for a while as I try to figure out what to write in the filler.

ANYWAY, long story short, my stories are usually fast-paced, I can't help it, it's just something I do.

Also (unrelated), I don't know if you guys have noticed, but I try to make each chapter around 1000 words before I post/upload them. I think that's a lot? I don't know, is it?

If you read these authors note, I apologise for the lack of organisation and sense of this note, it's 10 pm (early, ik) and I'm tired and I just had a lot of sugar.

But Fridays, right? :)