Familial Bond Mafia-Kurzgeschichten & Substitute-Kurzromane

The day I died, my cousin Theo Valenti was being named heir to the Valenti family. And I was wearing his suit, riding in his car, and luring the killers away from him. When I was seven, Dad chopped off my long hair and trained me to walk and talk just like my cousin. I even had to shoot like him. Theo was the only heir to the main branch. My parents had handed me over to take his place whenever danger came knocking. When someone tried to kidnap him, I got in the car instead. When someone was waiting to ambush him outside a party, I walked out the front door in his place. Over 13 years, I took two bullets for him and was kidnapped three times. Every time Mom saw me hurt, all she ever said was, "Nothing can happen to your cousin." Dad would give me a rare pat on the shoulder. "Daisy, being chosen as Theo's stand-in is an honor." When I was little, I actually believed him. Dad hardly ever praised me. The only time he ever straightened my tie was when he sent me into danger. Then he'd warn me not to embarrass the family. I thought that if I proved myself worthy of that "honor," one day they'd look at me the way they looked at Theo. The night Theo turned 21, our rivals found out which route he'd be taking. So I put on his suit and went out in his place one last time. My cousin made it to his succession ceremony safe and sound. I got shot. Blood soaked through the suit fast. I called Dad. "Dad, I'm at North Hill. I've been sh—" "Daisy, wait another half hour." Dad cut me off. Deafening applause filled the background. "Your cousin's ceremony isn't over yet. We'll come get you when it's done." Then he hung up. They all thought I'd wait for them, the way I had for 13 years. Only this time, I didn't last long enough.

When Dante Cordano, the Don who had sworn to destroy my family, locked me away at his estate in Vienna, I didn't think I'd survive the winter. But he didn't torture me. Instead, he wiped out every gang that had ever humiliated me and put my name on every territorial agreement he signed. After 1,000 days and nights in his tender trap, I fell for him completely, lost in his kisses. But the night before the four families sat down for peace talks, his personal guard brought his first love, Isabella Marchi, out of a safe house. She was supposed to be dead. So that was why he'd put me on a pedestal. He wanted his old enemies to think I was his weak spot, so I'd be the target in her place. He cupped my face and pressed a syringe into my hand. It was filled with a nerve agent strong enough to make someone appear dead for 48 hours. He coaxed me. "Take it. Once your coffin leaves the cemetery, a helicopter will fly you to Switzerland. You'll never want for anything for the rest of your life." My legs shook as I dragged myself back to the Gariboldi estate, to the family I was born into, and begged my former fiancé, Marco Ferri, to take me away. Marco stroked my hair and gently handed me a cup of hot cocoa, just as he had when we first fell in love. But half an hour later, Marco himself was loading a silenced pistol. My father set an urn on the table, already labeled for my fake death. My mother smiled as she laid out the blood packs I'd need to stage it. They stood around me, their voices cold and perfectly polite. "Cordano has agreed to give up three docks. As long as you 'die' with dignity, everyone gets to live." The Don wanted his true love back. My former love wanted territory. My family wanted to cling to whoever held the power. The whole world was forcing me to obey and turn myself into a corpse. In front of them all, I plunged the needle into an artery in my neck. There was no place for me anywhere in this world. So I would go nowhere at all.

I attend Don Vittorio Moretti's celebration banquet in a white evening gown that once belonged to his late wife. But his seven-year-old daughter, Sofia Moretti, shoves me into the sea. As I plunge into the water, my ankle gets slashed by a jagged iron piling. The scent of blood instantly draws a frenzy of sharks. Above me, Sofia stands on the dock, clapping and laughing. The cruelty in her eyes is identical to the way Vittorio looks at me. Sofia points at me and screams, "Do you really think wearing my Mamma's dress makes you worthy of becoming the Donna of the Moretti family? "You're nothing but my Papa's mistress. If I tell him to throw you out, he'll do it." I thrash against the freezing waves, and with every kick, every bone in my body howls in pain. By the time they pull me ashore, I'm shivering beneath a shawl. I look at Sofia, waiting for an explanation. Instead, she simply lifts her chin and spits in my face. Whatever remained of my hope for the little girl I'd raised for seven years vanishes in that instant. "You don't have to wait for your Padre to throw me out. I'll leave on my own tomorrow."