Chapter 2
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'Mia amore... I am sorry,' Pain shot through Andreina's chest as she heard her mother struggle to utter her words, she shook her head frantically as the tears fell freely down her face. She felt denial like a weight pressing down onto her chest. 'But my time has come,' her mother smiled up at her with strange content. 'I love you, and I will always be right... there.' Elnora uttered, her voice thinning out at the last word as she brought up her hand to rest upon her daughter's heart.
Andreina clutched the frail hand towards her chest, afraid to let go. 'Find him... your fa-' Elnora struggled with her words as she felt her end near, her breath hitching, 'your father, find him. His name is Mario, Mario Auditore.' her mother's eyes soon closed, delicately like a cover of a book that has reached its conclusion. Strong hands clutched her shoulders pulling her away from the now lifeless body lying on the gracious mahogany bed.
'Andreina, this Mario Auditore, I know of him.' Andreina's head shot up, the blur of tears from her eyes soon vanishing at the mention of Cesare. 'He is heartless, to abandon an unborn child! What kind of a father is that?' Cesare raised his voice feigning his concern and anger. 'He left your madre to drown in sorrow. He did not even take a second to think about you.' He stared into her eyes with intensity, 'you must seek vengeance Andreina, for your mother, do not let her death mean nothing, this is all of his doing.'
His words seemed to make sense to her somehow. Even if her mother held a manner of content and peace upon her departure, Andreina believed that this was just a facade in order to put Andreina at ease. She felt a sense of hatred towards a stranger she had never even met, a blame she wanted to realise, someone to blame for her mother's death, the root of her constant heartache, someone who had to pay. And it would be him, Mario Auditore.
The longing to believe Cesare was strong. She had grown up with him since their childhood, she should have felt trust and loyalty, but there was nothing, just an empty space filling up with vengeance, the bloodlust brewing in her chest, the hunger to find this man, her father; to finally seek the reason for his abandonment. She inhaled sharply, brushing the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand and finally spoke with determination, 'Where do we start?'
