Tears split down Olivia cheeks hitting the fresh dirt from her madre graves. Her nails biting into palms of her hands, as indignation rose up within her body.

Olivia had always had suspicions of her madre business affairs. There was no mamma she knew of that could pay all the bills, and still put her figlia to bed every night. Especially with Olivia padre being a unknown. 

But that suspicions had now be confirmed with the bullet in her mamma's chest.

Olivia knew that she had to carry on her madre business, and hopefully one day, find the diavolo that did this. 

Malis inhaled the scent of the crimson red tulips she held in her hands. Their fresh scent made her think of summer, a cool breeze on a warm day. She pulled herself out of the thought just as quickly as it had caught her attention and placed the tulips on the partially covered grave. Malis said a small prayer just under her breath and left her spot in the cemetery.

Malis shrugged the luxurious fur coat around herself and lit a cigarette in the crisp December air. She inhaled on her cigarette and made her way to the car. It would be warm for her, shelter her from this winter. She had the driver keep it running. A man she once loved was buried in this place, but that didn't mean she needed to freeze her ass off to visit him. 

She made a right and flicked her cigarette. The ash fell, making a small, dark pocket in the show she walked over. Ahead of her, Malis noticed a young woman weeping over a grave. Malis shook her head. This was definitely not her kind of scene, but tradition is tradition.