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I immediately sit up straighter at the sound of his voice. He never comes to my room.
“Good morning grandfather,” I say in greeting, noticing he's walking a little slower than usual.
I get up to stand from the chair to offer him my seat for him to sit on but he waves his hand in refusal, opting to lean on his cane with both hands instead
“I’m pleased to see that you've perked up a bit since I last saw you.”
I nod.
“Good. Then you will be in the mood for a party tonight.”
“A party?” I question.
“Yes Your party in fact.”
“What kind of party? It’s not my birthday for another four months.”
“It’s your coming home party. Back with the Maloti family where you belong for all to see.”
“Are we having it here?”
“No. A special occasion like this should be celebrated in style.” He gives me a warm smile before continuing, “We are going to castle Le Meire.”
“I’ve never heard of it.”
“It’s we all meet up for special nights like this.”
“By we you mean the mafia?”
“I do, but rest assured child you will be very safe.”
“How can you know for sure?”
His warm smile vanishes.
“What a stupid question. You think I cannot protect my own family? That I would put them in harm’s way?” he bites.
It frightens me how fast he can turn on me.
“No grandfather of course not. Please forgive me, I didn’t mean...”
“I know exactly what you meant girl,” he says cutting me off. “We may hate each other and wish the other dead, but we have our laws that we all must abide by. Family gatherings are the exception. There will be no violence, no blood spilled, and no deaths. If our law is broken, it’s the end of the bloodline for the one who struck first, regardless of the reason why.”
That maybe so but I don’t want this. I don’t want to be paraded around to murderers.
“It’s really kind of you but I don’t want a party.”
Pain radiates across my cheek when the back of his hand connects with my face knocking me on to the floor.
“You will be there,” his finger points at me. “Every mafia family will be there and everyone will see who you really are. A lost mafia princess returned. A Maloti. One that will do as she is fucking told. Do you understand?”
Scared of what he will do next I back myself into a corner pulling my knees to my chest.
“Do you understand?” he bellows loud enough to wake the dead. “Or do I need to make you?”
“No, I understand. I want to go. I’m sorry. I want to go.”
“Good. Unlike your mother you seem to be a fast learner,” he says making his way to the door. “I’ve arranged for a dress fitter to be here in one hour along with a stylist. Make sure you are presentable for tonight.”
