Alrighty, so I forgot to add this in the last chapter; I'm very new to this whole fanfiction thing. *Gasps* I know, my best friend ripped me a good one for not knowing about this site :). But anyways since I'm a newbie with writing and all that, I would greatly appreciate reviews and advice! I take criticism well, unless someone is yelling at me, which I don't think happens very often on here. But getting to the point, I don't really know if there are certain rules on what, or what not to do, while writing. So feel free to send me a message or review. Now that you've endured the pain of listening to me ramble, enjoy the next chapter!
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After helping Feli clean up, Lovina and her sister decided to head home for the night. They were both scared to even think of what their Papa would do when he found out about Lovina quitting her job, so they took their time changing. After, they made sure that every nook and cranny was locked before leaving.
They both knew that their mafia father Vincenzo Vargas, also known as the conqueror, would have a fit. The man prides himself on other people's praise towards him; making sure that he's on top is his specialty. And being the boss of the toughest mafia gang in Italy; the stakes are pretty high to stay wealthy and educated.
So a rival gang hearing about one of his daughters losing her job, could spark some heat between competitors. This would eventually leave Lovina on thin ice. Even though her and Feli are seen as two parts that make up a whole by others, their father thinks otherwise.
Feliciana gets praised over anything she does, and is hurrahed by their father on the sidelines. While Lovina takes the blame for everything bad, and is stuck to bathe in guilt.
Lovina doesn't know why she is disliked by her father, but she remembers a story that her grandpa used to tell her and Feli when they were tiny kids.
He used to tell the two bambinos of their beautiful Mamma, and how she was so loving and warm hearted. This would make Lovina worry because their Papa was cruel even when they were infants. But grandpa would reassure the two, saying that their dad was a fun and happy man when he was with their Mamma. Lovina and her sister always loved to hear about their mother because they themselves have never met her.
Arabella Vargas was their mother's name, and she supposedly looked exactly like Lovina. They had the same dark brown hair with a little curl that poked out the right side of their head. Lovina also had the same light amber eyes and body shape of her Mamma. Feliciana on the other hand, has light chestnut brown hair, with the same curl but on the opposite side. She has chocolate brown eyes with a tiny pixie frame, instead of a sturdy slim one. They were twins, but looked nothing alike.
Their mother died a couple months after giving birth to Lovina and Feliciana, and ever since then, their Papa was a changed man. Or so they were told.
He joined the mafia, and learned to avoid his eldest twin daughter due to the likeness she shared with his beloved wife. Lovina learned to not care for her father anymore, getting the hint early on that he felt the same way towards her.
A couple months ago, Vincenzo rambled about how he had spent weeks looking for their jobs, making sure it was a place that didn't know of their family backgrounds. When in reality, he had just sent a messenger who spent not even two days to look for their ratty-ass 'job'.
Yeah thanks ya old crab, now I have to go and look for a new one myself. Lovina huffed; she was now carrying all of her belongings in a box up an incredibly steep hill, which would cause anyone to break their back. Feliciana offered to help, but Lovina didn't want her clumsy other half to accidentally send her stuff rolling down the ninety degree slope.
"Ve~, you sure Lovi?" Feli asked bobbing next to the struggling brunette, showing off one of her toothy grins. Lovina didn't understand how such a little person could stay happy all the damn time, it was driving her crazy.
She stopped walking and set the box on the pavement, resting it against a light post so its contents didn't spill.
"Hey Feli..." she mumbled, her voice barely audible. Feliciana didn't notice her sister stop so she was already a good ten feet away. She skipped back and looked up to Lovina expectantly.
"Yeah?" Feli asked gently, knowing that her sister was feeling depressed again.
Lovina would always go to the dark side of things whenever something bad happened. She would either lock herself in her room, or walk out of the house and come back late at night to go to bed. Feliciana would patiently sit in the lounge of their house, taking a nap or playing with her cats as she waited for her twin to come sulking home.
"Why does everyone hate me? Why do people like ruining my life?" Lovina was now whispering, fighting back tears that would surely come crashing down once she reached her room. That's where she would just let it all out and cry herself to sleep, wondering why everyone distanced themselves from her.
"Well I don't hate you Lovina," Feli grasped Lovina's twitching hand and put it up to her to her cheek. "How could I hate my own sister? I mean, sure we fight all the time, but we love each other deep down!" Feli began swinging their hands together back and forth.
"Liz doesn't hate you either you know," she continued swinging, "she just fights for fun. Kind of like she does with that weird albino guy, except with less blood..." Lovina looked into her sister's eyes and saw that she was actually making an effort to try and calm her down.
"For your other question; I don't know. But what I do know is that everything happens for a reason." Feli giggled a little before letting Lovina's hands drop back down.
She watched as Feli walked over to her box o' trash and picked it up with ease.
"I might look small, but I'm stronger than you think sorella," Feli shot another goofy grin before yelling, "Now let's go make some pasta~!" and Feliciana was back to her normal, wistful self within two seconds.
Feli had her stupid moments, Lovina had to admit. But those stupid moments were the ones that helped her get through the day.
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That's what she thought at least, before they were standing in front of their father's office doors. Damn, I thought I could get away, but that klutz only trapped me in.
So here they were, just outside of her Papa's office; the exact place that she's been avoiding for the past couple of weeks.
Lovina was so nervous even her odd curl that tended to stick out was twitching. She started fidgeting with the gold locket that rested on a dainty chain around her neck.
It was an elegant golden heart with a carved rose in the middle, the locket itself was about as big as a quarter, but what was held inside of it, was the most precious part. When you opened the fragile necklace, a picture of her mother at the same age as Lovina appeared. She was the most beautiful Italian woman Lovina has ever seen. Even in the picture at the age of seventeen, her Mamma could have easily passed as a twenty year old.
There's no way in hell that I could ever look like her. She thought sadly, wishing desperately that her mother would swoop down to save her.
But instead I'm gifted with a tight-ass Papa and an airhead sorella. She mentally face palmed, staring at Feli who was humming some stupid song with her eyes half shut. How can that damn kid even see where she's going?
"Forget it, I'll just go find another job and tell the idiota later," Lovina tried to un-cling herself from Feli's arm, but failed miserably. Why does she choose now out of all the other times to be brave?
"Lovi~, you have to meet your failures head on!" Feli trilled in a sing song voice, "Besides Papa isn't all that scary." Lovina snorted while taking another attempt at freeing herself.
"Oh for the love of tomatoes! Did you hit your head on a rock or something? Papa is a wrinkly old-" she suddenly heard a low cough from behind her.
"Boungiorno Feliciana. Lovina you were in the middle of saying something, no?" Lovina went rigid.
Figlio di una mignotta! He scared the crapola out of me!
Feliciana gave their Papa a hug, squeezed Lovina's hand as she passed and then sped-walked away.
And the wimp retreats…
"Boungiorno, Papa." Lovina mumbled, not even trying to hide her true feelings of annoyance in her voice.
Lovina's father was a very tall man, so she was staring at his chest when she turned around. He was very handsome for a crack-box; he had ear length black hair that was disheveled. Probably because he was drinking all last night and just woke up. The smell of expensive wine was evident on his breath. He too had a weird curl coming out of his head but it was more of an edgy one, compared to the smooth one that she and Feli had.
"Do you have business with me?" his thick Italian accent was deep and rough. She couldn't believe this man used to be outgoing, or was married to her fragile looking Mamma.
"Si…about that," she shifted her weight uncomfortably. "It's about the job at the restaurant down in town."
Vincenzo sighed, rubbing his forehead and walked past her, opening the doors to his office. Lovina followed in suit, reaching for the nearest chair to sit in.
"Go on…" her father already knowing what was about to come, sat lazily in his huge red leather chair behind his desk. He reached into his pocket and pulled out an old weathered hand watch, and started to open and close it repeatedly. His light green eyes seemed sad and never met with hers completely.
"I sort of quit." Lovina was dancing around the subject. Stupid idiota! Get it together! You're better than he is!
She was mentally scolding herself…maybe I've finally cracked.
"Sort of quit?" Vincenzo didn't take his attention away from the hand watch, "How do you sort of quit at something?" Lovina went to answer but was silenced by her father talking.
"Never mind that, I heard the story from your boss when I was out in the market doing some business." He took a deep breath before saying, "so as a punishment…"
Lovina knew this situation all too well; he'll probably take my cell phone away again, or stop buying me tomatoes...
"…so the car will pick you up on Saturday to leave for your plane." Her Papa was finished with his rant.
Wait a minute, holy hell! Did he just say plane?
"Papa, sorry but why am I getting on a plane?"
"Oh mio Dio! Don't you listen Lovina Roma?" using her middle name she knew she missed something of importance.
Vincenzo sighed returning his hand watch back to the drawer. "You and your sister are going to an international boarding school in Canada."
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Translations:
Sorella- sister
Bambinos- tiny kids or babies
Figlio di una mignotta!- son of a whore!
Oh mio Dio- Oh my god