"Luna, can I come in?" I turned my head towards the voice. 

"Yes papa. You may." 

He walked towards me, and sat down on the edge of my bed. 

"Do you really need to move to America, just be here in Italy. I will do everything to make your life peaceful." My father's face fell. 

I smiled. "Pa.. didn't we talk about this? I won't have a peaceful and quiet life if I stay here." He sighed and tried to distract himself with the insipid paintings on my wall.

"Then please just stay for a year or two."

"Pa." I held his hand. "You know I can't have a peaceful life here. Especially now that all our friends, relatives and mutuals know that I'm... a cold blooded person. Well, was. In America, I can start as a nobody and have a peaceful life at least." 

I had to leave.

And not even my father could convince me otherwise.

My father looked uneasy, but he looked at me and I thought I saw a faint glimmer of hope. 

"Okay then. But stay here at least for the end of the year. For Christmas and New Years!" 

I cleared my throat. "That's almost half a year." 

"Please. Can you give this old dad of yours a chance." Eventually, I gave in and agreed to stay just... for a little while. 

"Okay then. Just until the end of the--" 

"February." 

I rolled my eyes. "Pa..." 

"Please." 

"Okay." My voice was hesitant. 

"Thank you Luna." He replied and wrapped his arms around me like it was the last time he was ever going to see me again. Suddenly, I heard some shuffling at the door. It was Ronnie. "Boss, it's almost time." 

"Where are you going?" I asked. My father rubbed the sides of his head with his fingers, like he was irritated or something. "The MWO wanted to meet me." 

I flinched. "What does the Mafia World Organization need to a nameless mafia like us. Aren't they unapproved of us?" 

My father nodded. "That's what I want to know." He was about to exit my bedroom but he turned back around to say something. "Oh yes. And Luna, your training will still continue." 

I groaned, but he just laughed along with Ronnie as they walked out. I needed some air so I walked out of the room and entered the balcony. I looked at my watch. 8pm. I wonder what time Papa will come home? 

"Alone?" 

The man's voice startled me. I froze in my spot. He was right behind me, and I could feel his hot breath trickle down my neck. I turned around and met his eyes. This man... Matthias. My supposed-to-be fiancee. 

I gave him a cold stare. 

"Still planning to kill me?"

"Don't worry I won't." He says, while approaching me. He showed me the glass of wine in his hand. "Want some?" He asked. 

I eyed him suspiciously. 

"I didn't poison it." 

I never believed this man, and I don't think I ever will. He probably caught on to what I was thinking so the next second he blurted out "Okay. I'll drink it first." 

I looked at him, waiting. He brought the cup to his lips and took a chug of the wine saying a breathless "Ahh" when he finished. "Now you try it. It's delicious." 

"I don't want to share saliva with you." I said. 

"Harsh. Anyway... if you change your mind, I'll leave this for you." Matthias hands me the champagne, while I stood there frozen and dumbfounded. He turns around to leave me, but I knew there was so much anger boiled up inside him that he probably wanted to scream at me right then and there. I cleared my throat, placed the wine on the table as I walked back inside from the balcony. His back was still facing me. His tall, rigid structure making a good effort to intimidate me. But I know that if he wanted to kill me, he would've done it months ago. 

Matthias finally breaks from his trance and turns around to look me in my hazel eyes. "Oh yeah. Just so you know. I still don't forgive you for killing my mum though you have a valid reason. Secondly, I wouldn't kill you because there are already a lot of people on the lookout for you. Hunting you down. They are enough already." 

I cocked my head to the side, and pretended to be worried. "You didn't tell anyone my location, did you?" 

Matthias smirked. I looked at the wine bottle that Matthias had brought me, and coincidentally I was thirsty so I took the whole bottle and managed to sip quite a lot. And more sips. And more... Just a little more..

__________

All of a sudden, two men walked in. Well... I don't know if there was more than two or even ten. But I couldn't focus. The drinks... Matthias.. That son of a bitch! 

One of the men said my name, and I felt him coming closer. "Don't touch me." I said. Then the next thing that happened made my blood boil. A man snatched the glass and bottle in my hand and tossed it to his other friend. "Hey Reino! Catch!"

I closed my eyes.. 

"Play time."