Chapter 2

(Third Person Perspective)

Anthony Corleone was in a meeting at Innova with the family's elders. When he heard his younger sister calling out weakly to him, "Anthony, please come get me." He lost it completely.

"What's going on, boss?" One of his subordinates looked at him with terror. The man who always remained calm in all situations was now in a rage as his eyes turned red with anger.

"Get the car! We're going to South City!" Anthony pushed the meeting table away and strode right out the door. "Tell everyone to bring along their weapons! I'll kill the entire family of anyone who touches a hair on my sister!"

However, when Anthony rushed inside the bridal boutique, there was no one left. The place was left in a mess, along with a horrifying trail of blood on the floor. Anthony's hand trembled as he touched the bloodstain on the floor. It could be Annie's, the apple of his eyes, the sister he had pampered his entire life.

"Find her! Find her even if you have to turn this place upside down!"

(Annie's Perspective)

The ski resort was covered in snow as the chilling wind gushed in the air. Several off-road vehicles were parked in the middle of the resort.

Jolene was sitting on a folding chair, holding a cup of hot coffee, and leisurely watching me in the snow.

Jolene had gotten a doctor from her posse to check my condition on our way here, as she wanted to prevent me from dying. The doctor said I would not die anytime soon, and he stopped my bleeding offhandedly, but I was too numb to feel any pain.

Vroom!

A vehicle could be heard coming toward us, and a car sped crazily toward the gates of the ski resort before screeching to a stop.

"Annie!" Anthony could feel his heart being torn apart when he saw the bloody figure on the snowy ground. He took off his coat as he dashed toward me.

"Stop him!" Jolene sneered as she waved her hand. Dozens of burly men appeared with clubs in their hands to surround him. These men were outlaws secretly hired by the Curtis family, and all of them were ruthless in their ways.

A sharp look flashed in Anthony's eyes.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

The first three men at the front fell as the crisp sound of their bones cracking echoed in the air.

"Let my sister go!" Anthony looked like a killing machine as he grabbed a steel bar in his hand. However, he was all alone, and he had to take care of me, who was wounded.

"Not bad." Jolene put her cup of coffee down with a playful look in her eye. She approached me slowly and gently pushed a dagger against a vein in my neck. "Take another step, and you'll soon see blood."

Anthony stopped in his tracks right away. "Don't hurt her! I'll give you anything you want! You can have money or even power. Just let go of her!"

"Money? Power?" Jolene sounded like she had just heard a joke. "A nobody like you can't give me anything like that." The look in her eyes turned cold as she pointed at the snowy ground in front of her. "I want you to kneel in front of me!"

Anthony was taken aback. "Is this really what you want? I'm warning you, my men are on their way here." Anthony was the eldest son of the Corleone family and the Capo of the Hoover District. He would only kneel to the Don and God.

That was until Jolene had her dagger against my neck, leaving a small cut on it. Anthony did not even hesitate. "I'll kneel. Just let her go."

Jolene laughed with great delight, and it echoed in the vast space of the ski resort. "Beat him! Beat him up real good!" The bats fell hard on Anthony's back, head, and legs. He grunted and fell limply onto the snowy ground.

I forced myself to look up to stare at Jolene. "Touch us… And the Don will… Tear you apart!"

Jolene laughed even louder at my words. She stepped hard on me. "Don? Which Don are you talking about? What a joke. I've never even heard of either of you before, and you're using some random Don to threaten me?"

She leaned down toward me to pat me hard and arrogantly on the cheek. "Open your eyes and look hard! I'm the daughter of Casey Nostra, the Capo of South City! I'm the real Mafia Principessa! You're nothing but an orphan who's left with a brother. What's with all the pretences?"

That was when a luxurious car sped into the area. A slender figure in a suit got out of the car. It was my fiancé, John. I shouted at him, "John! Get your men to stop! I'm the Principessa of the Don! I'm Don Corleone's daughter! If you don't stop what you're doing, the Corleones will make sure your entire families die a horrible death!"