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MidReal Story
Secrets of the Mafia Boss's Daughter
Scenario:Mafia leader finds out that he has a 6 year old daughter
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Dominic Santoro
1man,black hair,slicked back,tall,sharp features,suit,black
Elena Russo
1woman,black hair,straight,medium length,green eyes,slim,dark suit,white blouse
Mia Santoro
1girl,curly brown hair,big blue eyes,average build,blue dress
I never thought I’d be a father.
I never wanted to be a father.
I was too cold and too ruthless for that.
But then Mia came into my life, and everything changed.
She was just six years old, and she was the daughter I never knew I had.
She was also the daughter of the woman I killed.
Her mother left a letter with her, a letter that claimed I was her father and begged me to take care of her.
I didn’t know what to do at first, but then I realized that Mia was my second chance at redemption.
She was my second chance at love.
And I would do anything to protect her from the world—even if it meant going up against the most powerful men in the mafia.
I would fight for her, kill for her, die for her.
Because she was mine, and no one would ever take her away from me again.
It all started with a knock on my door.
I opened it to find a little girl standing on my doorstep.
“Hello,” she said.
“Are you my daddy?”
It was the last thing I ever expected to hear, and for a moment, I didn’t know how to respond.
Part of me wanted to slam the door in her face and pretend she had never appeared at all.
But I was too curious for that.
I had to know who this little girl was and why she was claiming that I was her father.
So, I forced myself to be calm, and I crouched down in front of her.
“What’s your name, little one?”
I asked her gently.
“I’m Mia Santoro,” she replied, “and my mummy says that you’re my daddy.”
I felt as though the whole world had been turned upside down, but I tried not to let it show.
Instead, I lifted her into my arms and carried her into my apartment, where my men were waiting.
They were all looking at me with expressions of surprise and confusion, and I knew that they were wondering what was going on.
I wondered that myself.
“Elena, take Mia to the kitchen,” I told my trusted advisor and close friend.
Elena gave me a nod of understanding, and then she took Mia by the hand and led her out of the room.
As soon as they were gone, I turned to the rest of my men and motioned for them to follow me into my office.
They filed in one by one, taking their usual places around the table, and then they waited for me to speak.
They knew that something important was going on, and I could see the tension in their eyes.
I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t feeling tense myself.
The appearance of this little girl on my doorstep was something that I never could have anticipated, and it had me on edge.
Anything out of the ordinary was a potential threat, and this was about as out of the ordinary as it got.
I needed to make sure that we weren’t in any danger before I did anything else.
I took a deep breath and fixed them all with a steely glare.
“I want every inch of this building searched, top to bottom,” I said.
“I want you all on high alert.
This could be a trap.”
They all nodded in response.
They knew what was at stake, and they would do everything in their power to protect me.
I trusted them to have my back more than anyone else in the world.
It was a good thing that they were so loyal because they were going to need to be.
I didn’t know what the hell was going on here, but I wasn’t about to take any chances.
I was going to deal with the situation swiftly and efficiently.
I didn’t have time for games.
I didn’t have time for distractions.
I couldn’t afford them in my line of work.
But then Mia came into my life, and suddenly, everything changed.
Because she was different.
Because she was important.
And because she was mine.
I watched as Mia was led out of the office by Elena, and then I reached for the letter that she had handed me when she first arrived.
It was from Mia’s mother.
A woman who I hadn’t seen in six years.
A woman who had once been a significant part of my life but who I had made the effort to eliminate from it when she became a liability.
A risk to my power and safety.
The letter was from her mother, who was lying in a hospital bed after being hit by a car while trying to leave town.
She was dying.
I had made sure of that when I ordered her assassination years ago.
It was an accident, just like it was supposed to be.
But it still made me feel sick inside when I thought about it.
Or maybe that was just the letter that her daughter had left me.
It’s too late for me now, but Mia deserves better than what you can offer her.
Please take care of her like the princess that she is.
She’s your daughter, Dominic Santoro.
You can’t deny her that much.
I didn’t know what to think as I read those words.
They were written by a woman who once held a special place in my heart.
They were written by the mother of a child who was supposedly mine.
And they were written by a woman who I killed.
I turned my attention back to the little girl who was sitting in the kitchen with Elena, and I took a deep breath before I opened the letter and started to read.
She was six years old, but she had written it herself, with that childish scrawl that was so hard to decipher.
It took me a while, but I managed to make out what it said.
My name is Mia Santoro.
I am six years old, and I am you’re (sic) daughter, Dominic Santoro.
Mummy is very sick now.
She had an accident, and it hurt her very badly.
She’s in the hospital, and the doctors say that she’s going to die soon.
I’ve never met you before, but Mummy says that you’re really strong and really powerful.
She says that you’re going to keep me safe.
I don’t know what’s going to happen to me after she’s gone.
I don’t know where I’m going to go.
But I know that I’ll be all alone.
And I’m scared.
I don’t want to be alone.
Please, Daddy, don’t let me be alone.
I could feel my heart breaking as I read those words, but then I forced myself to push the feeling aside.
I couldn’t afford to be sentimental right now.
I had work to do, and it was important that I stay focused.
So, I folded the letter back up and tucked it into the pocket of my suit jacket, and then I got up from my desk and headed for the door.
I had a little girl to take care of.