A/N: Here it is again. I'm sorry for the disruption.

Prologue

Days rolled fast, time traversed unnoticed. The night of the scheme approached as with the anticipating individuals in a thunderless rainy night. The dark sky flashed with beatiful lightnings, painting it white at a second, then got swallowed again by blackness.

A woman woke up from a short slumber. She got up from the sofa, and waited for her the sight to get used in the dark with the help of recurring lightnings. She raised her arm in the air for a stretch. Her eyes were still drowsy but the quick recall of a certain responsibility made her blood coil to wakeness. She stood as quickly, and noticed a brave brown pest that crossed, in haste, in front of her. With a sudden leap of the heart, she convulsed away halting herself from screaming, and though she had a big respect for living beings, she did not have second thoughts of stepping on the poor creature. She took a deep breath, slid the dead pest aside and took a seat near the big glass window.

Just like the pitiful squelched cockroach, some people would be gone that evening. Pests, after all, are not treated so nicely in the mafia society.

She set the thick curtains aside and took a glance of the nice rain droplets hitting the window, her mind dueting with the sound that it made. She sat and rest her arm on the adjacent wooden table to where she laid her chin comfortable and breathed deeply. She was still tired and sleepy but rest have to wait that night.

There was a laptop across her. Its cord plugged into a socket just a few feet away from the table. She kindled the laptop making a room appear on the screen.

Two people were inside the room – a man in his forties, wearing a black tuxedo with his hair worn neat and streaked with black and whites; the other was a young lady dressed in a fuschia pink cocktail dress with her long red hair drooping down classily.

The hidden cam caught a good glimpse of the well-lighted room showing the old man sitting in front of his table while the miss stayed on a nearby maroon sofa with a leg crossed over the other showing her high-heeled black striped sandal .

"I'll kill to be Tsunayoshi Sawada's bride," the miss started.

The woman, which we will now call 'the listener', sighed in sarcasm as she closed her eyes and rested her head on the chair's support.

The boss laughed. "I don't care how we get involved with the Vongola, but being directly connected with them would bring great deals of money. No one would want to miss such opportunity."

"Don't misunderstand, dad. I like this Vongola's boss. I want him for myself." The listener glimpsed at the laptops's screen and found the miss playing with her long red hair. The listerner raised an eyebrow wearily.

"So it seems. But put this in mind, we'll be hitting two birds with one stone," the boss said meaningfully. He stood up and approached a black shiny table where a red wine and two glasses were set. "We are all aware that Vongola is the most powerful family underground. Having its boss as a son-in-law…," he continued with a snicker as he was done pouring the wine in the glass.

"Whatever." She rolled her eyes, accepting the half-filled glass her father offered.

The man sighed, returning to his table. He sipped his wine. He rested his elbows on the table, and relaxed his chin in his intertwined fingers. "Now, now, why would Vongola in such rush to find their boss a wife?"

"Maybe he's tired of being alone." The miss shrugged.

The listener snickered, but she might as well agree to what the miss said. News that the boss of the most powerful mafia family was searching for a wife had broken throughout the underground society. And being the rotten world it had always been, of course, a lot of opportunistic individuals wouldn't even have second thoughts venturing into the offer. She, the listener, stood up from the couch and walked around the room examining the books and paintings present therein ignoring the fact that doing so was difficult without bright lights.

Done with shambling around the dark room, she strode back near the big clear window that revealed a dark thick forest amidst the rainy nightfall. She crossed her arms over her chest as she continued listening quietly.

"Dad, if I had the Vongola's boss dancing with my fingers, we'll be powerful and rich, right?" She felt the haughtinesss in the miss' voice, and the raspy duo of their laughs.

The listener's phone rang. A certain name registered on its screen. "We're outside the room," the caller informed. "We're waiting for your signal."

She glanced on the laptop's screen. The father and daughter were having their good times, taking cheers, and laughing, continuously rambling over the wealth they could gain.

The miss had emptied his wine glass.

"Go," the listener instructed and she cut the line.

Seconds after, her laptop's screen showed a bloody raid.

The door was destroyed when it crashed down the burgundy carpet. A blue-haired man lead the break-in, greeting the surprised father and daughter with a mischievous grin and hatred that never left his eyes. Five men in complete dark suits were behind him, holding their guns aimed at the two.

The angry voice of the boss resounded within the room but whatever the remaining superiority in him was not able to stop the bullet that hit his forehead. He fell with a dull heavy sound. The hysterical scream from the miss was just as useless.

The listener closed her eyes. Even if she wasn't in front of the screen, in her mind, she had a clear view of what just happened.

"Dad! Oh my god! Dad!" Her shrieks and sobs brought shiver down the listener's spine. "Adalfieri, you bastard! You'll pay for what you've done! You can never ran away from Asretto!"

Adalfieri laughed a derisive one.

"After the kind of treatment your subordinates had felt under you and your father's hands, you think they will come here and save the kinds of you? You think you still own Asretto?" His voice was overlaid with bitterness and sarcasm. "Follow your father to hell." He pointed the gun at her. And before the miss could scream her last, the gun was fired.

For being alone in that room, the listener was thankful. She didn't want anybody to see her shaking. There's no turning back now.

She didn't ask for this to happen. She wasn't that heartless to let all of that happen. It was just that Asretto's boss and the miss had gone beyond the limit; their subordinates had enough of it and coup d' etat was what it all accounted to. She strode towards the table and rested her head on it, taking in deep breaths for solace.

She heard her phone rang. She was hesistant to answer it but Fieri's name registered on her phone's screen. She stared at the laptop's monitor, the man was waiting for her to pick up. She had no choice. "Hello."

"You must have seen and heard what's happening in here. Satisfied?"

Her heart was beating fast, scared, unsure of all that happened. She convinced herself that it was all for everyone's good; with the pang of guilt subsiding, she mustered all courage she had and replied. "Then why would you bother calling me if you knew I can see you from there?"

Adalfieri laughed. "What? You wouldn't want to greet the boss after a successful annihilation of such nasty superiors?"

She stared at the laptop and saw him waved, a rewarding smile not vanishing from his handsome face.