THE MAFIA DON AND HIS NUN

★FLASHBACK ≈ 18 YEARS AGO★

“Boss!” A masculine voice cane from outside Michael Giovanni’s room.

“Come in.” Michael stated, moving his gaze to the door.

He was laying on the king sized bed with his wife, Marisa beside him. A duvet was covering their half naked bodies.

The door opened and a man walked in briskly. He was dressed in a grey tailored suit and he had terrified look on his face.

“What’s the problem, Khalid?” Michael asked, sitting upright in the bed with Marisa.

“The empire.. The empire is under attack. The Marcels are killing the mobsters brutally. Every building in the empire is on fire.” The man said, breathing heavily.

“What?” Michael’s eyes went wide in shock, same as his wife, Marisa.

“Go get Pamela for me.” Michael ordered.

The man bowed slightly before rushing out of the room.

Michael climbed out of the bed hurriedly with Marisa and they both rushed to the window.

True to Khalid’s words, every building in the great empire was in fire.

“Jesus!” Marisa gasped, covering her mouth with her palms.

Michael got dressed immediately and he took out two heavily loaded pistols from a wardrobe.

Marisa also dressed up in a black outfit, and she brought out a AK-47 gun from her closet.

Michael pulled his wife closer and he wrapped both his hands around her waist.

They both stared at each other’s faces affectionately. Michael opened his mouth and he spoke.

“No matter happens tonight, Marisa, always remember that I love you and I…”

Marisa shut him up with a kiss. She wrapped her hands around his neck, deepening the kiss.

A knock in the door interrupted the blissful moment, and Marisa slowly broke the kiss.

She unwrapped her hands from his neck and wiped the tears on her face with the back of her hand.

“Come in.” Michael said.

The door opened and a lady stepped inside the room. She was putting on a black blouse and black Jean trousers.

“Pamela, go to my children’s room and take them to safety.” Michael said, walking closer to the lady.

“Take these and protect yourself and my kids.” He placed a gun, an envelope which contained a cheque and a car key on her palms.

Pamela held the gun with shaky hands. The way she held the gun and stared at it made It obvious that she had never used one.

“We are counting on you, Pamela. Please take good care of our daughters.” Marisa said from behind Michael. Fresh tears were rolling down her cheeks.

Pamela swallowed hard, and she nodded.

“Now go.” Michael ordered, and Pamela rushed out of the room. She tucked the gun under her blouse, and she also tucked both the envelope and the car key in her pocket.

She ran across the corridor and she barged inside a room.

Four years old Matilda raised her head to look at their nanny who just barged inside the room.

“Matilda, where’s your sister, Theresa?” Pamela asked the little girl who was playing with a doll.

“Theresa is inside the bathroom.” Little Matilda replied in her tiny voice, pointing to the door across the room.

Pamela immediately rushed towards the bathroom’s door, and she pushed it open to see five years old Theresa laying unconscious in her own pool of blood on the tiled floor.

Theresa had slip while trying to turn on the shower, and she hit her head on the tiles, making her loose consciousness.

“Theresa!!” Pamela screamed in fright and carried the girl in her arms, then she stepped out of the bathroom to the bedroom.

“Nanny, what happened to Theresa? Why is there blood on her head?” Little Matilda threw questions at Pamela.

“Stand up Matilda and let’s go.” Pamela said, ignoring the girl’s questions.

“Where are we going?” Matilda asked, rising to her feet.

“We.. We are going to buy ice cream.” Pamela lied.

“Yay!! Ice cream!!” Matilda squealed excitedly.

“Come on, let’s go before the ice cream finish.” Pamela said, holding Matilda’s tiny hand, then they walked out of the room.

They carefully descended the stairs that led to the living room. The lights in the large living room were dim but they could still see where they were going. The room was silent and empty.

Pamela hurriedly rushed towards the front door with Theresa in her right arm while holding Matilda with her left hand.

A loud gunshot from outside the mansion stopped them on their tracks as they were about to reach the door.

“What was that sound, nanny?” Matilda asked, looking up at Pamela. She had a frightened look on her face.

“Shhh..” Pamela hushed the little girl immediately, then she slowly walked to the window.

She peeped out and a gasp escaped her lips when she saw what was going on outside the mansion.

Michael had just been shot dead by the leader of the Marcel mafia organization, Dante Marcel.

Two of Dante’s men held Michael’s wife, Marisa.

“Let me go!!, I said let me go!!!” Marisa screamed as she struggled to free herself from the men’s grip but they were far stronger then her.

Tears were rolling down her cheeks as she gazed at the lifeless body of her husband, Michael.

“You’re a monster!!, you’re an animal, and you don’t deserve to be called an human being!!!!.” Marisa yelled at Dante.

Dante smirked and raised his hand, signalling to one of his men.

“I swear I’ll kill you!!, I’ll….”

Marisa’s statement was cut short when one of Dante’s men hit her head with a heavy plank.

Blood gushed out of Marisa’s head and she fell unconscious on the ground.

“Put her in the van.” Dante ordered his men.

Pamela gasped again as Marisa’s unconscious body was being thrown inside a van. Tears were streaming down her face as she watched the tragic scene.

“Burn his goddamn body.” Dante ordered, pointing at Michael’s lifeless body on the ground.

Two of his men stepped forward and dragged Michael’s body away.

“Nanny!” Matilda called out, tapping Pamela’s legs.

Pamela immediately wiped off tears on her face, then she gazed at the little girl.

“Yes Matilda?” She forced a smile.

“I heard mom screaming outside. Is she alright?” Matilda asked. Worry and fear were evident in her tiny voice.

Pamela swallowed hard, holding back the tears that were threatening to fall from her eyes.

“You don’t have to worry. Mummy is fine.” She replied.

“What do you mean by you couldn’t find his daughters!!” Pamela heard Dante yelling outside, then she peeped out the window.

“We’ve searched every building in this empire but we couldn’t find them.” One of his men replied.

“What about their nanny?” Dante asked.

“We also couldn’t find her.” Another man replied.

“Michael’s daughters are worth billions of dollars, especially the first child. I want you to search everywhere in this empire and bring them to me or else I’ll kill all of you!!” He ordered with a threatening voice.

“Let’s go, Matilda.” Pamela said and took Matilda’s hand, then they ascended the stairway.

“Walk faster, Matilda.” Pamela said.

“Why are we walking fast, nanny?” Matilda asked. It was obvious that she was getting tired of walking.

“Because the ice cream will soon finish, so let’s walk faster if you still want to get your ice cream.” Pamela replied, increasing her pace.

“There they are!! Get them!!!” A masculine voice shouted from behind them.

Pamela turned to see nine of Dante’s men running towards them.

“Run Matilda, run!!” Pamela said, and they began running towards a door. Immediately they got to the door, Pamela unlocked it and pushed it open.

“Go downstairs and wait for me.” She said to Matilda.

“What about you?” Matilda asked worriedly.

“Just go!!” Pamela yelled, and Matilda started descending the stairway.

Pamela turned her gaze to tyr men who were fast approaching her.

She gently placed Theresa’s unconscious body on the ground, then she brought out the gun Michael gave her.

Her hands were shaky as she held the gun, but she summoned courage and held the gun firmly with both her hands.

She raised it and aimed for the men who were rushing towards her.

“Wheew!” She exhaled deeply, bringing her right eye to a half close while her left eye followed the trajectory of her aim.

‘Pow!’

She squeezed on the trigger and fired the first shot; the gunshot sound reverberating inside room — waking something in her, a will to survive!

One of the men fell dead on the ground. On seeing that, the remaining men stopped on their tracks.

They didn’t bring any weapon along with them since they were only searching for a nanny and two little girls.

If only they knew that the nanny had a weapon with her, they would have also bring along their weapons.

Pamela noticed the frightened look on the men’s face and that boosted her morale. That woke up the lioness in her.

She took the second shot, third, fourth till she shot all the men dead.

She breathed in relief, then she tucked the gun in her waistline. She turned around and she hurriedly carried Theresa in her arms, then she descended the stairway that led to the backyard of the mansion.

“Nanny!!” Matilda smiled happily when she saw Pamela.

“Follow me.” Pamela said, walking towards a garage. She pushed a button on the garage’s door and the door slid open, revealing a black Mitsubishi car.

It was Michael’s favorite car. The car was also bullet proof and runs at high speed.

Pamela took out a car key from her pocket and she pressed a button on it, unlocking the car.

“Get in.” Pamela said as she opened the backseat door.

Matilda entered inside the car, and Pamela placed Theresa on the seats, then she shut the door.

She immediately got behind the wheels and she inserted the car key into it’s hole, blaring the engines to life.

Luckily for her, she was good at driving.

Dante’s men suddenly trooped into the backyard with heavily loaded guns in their hands.

They surrounded the car, pointing their guns at it.

Dante stepped forward with a devilish smirk on his face. He stood in front of the car, pocketing his right hand in his pocket while holding a gun with his left hand.

“Get down from the car and give me the kids, or else I’m gonna pull a bullet in your skull.” Dante threatened, pointing his gun forward.

Pamela glared at him in the car as she held the steering wheel tightly.C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

“Hold on tight, Matilda. This is gonna be a rough ride.” She said to Matilda from behind the wheels.

She pressed a button on the steering wheel and the tinted windows whined up.

“I’m giving you just ten seconds to get down from that car and hand over the kids to me!” Dante yelled.

Pamela took a deep breath, then she slammed on the accelerator pedal, driving towards Dante at an high spped.

Dante immediately jumped out of the way, and he landed roughly on the ground.

His men began firing at the car, but it had no effect on it.

Matilda stepped harder on the acceleration pedal, increasing the speed of the car.

She hit some of Dante’s men who stood in her way, then she drove out of the burning empire into the dark street.

★FLASHBACK ENDS★

“And that was how we escaped that fateful night.” Granny Pamela ended the tragic story.