The Mafias Pet Pawn Of The Ruthless

Prologue

EVANGELINA

"Mom!" I screamed as I went down on my knees, holding her face in my hands.

I looked around the whole area, and there was no sign of violence, except the glass cup that had shattered on the black tiles. The entire house was silent, and I was scared that I would lose the only parent that I had in the world as a whole.

I returned to her face, which had smeared makeup around, shaking her even more, but she wouldn't bulge. She was dead, and there was no going back. It was final and absolute.

"Please, don't do this to me, Mom! This is not what you promised. Why do I have to lose you at this age? Come back to your senses!" I cried once more as my tears slid down my cheeks to her face.

"Evangelina?"

I turned brashly to my stepfather, standing in the middle of the curvy staircase with only his pajamas and a shot of whiskey in his hand.

"What do you do to her?" I cried.

He frowned as he looked at me. "What do you mean by that, Evangelina? I was in the room, so what happened to your mother? Why is she on the floor, and why are you crying like someone died?"

I scoffed as I looked away from him, turning in the direction of the glass. There was a weird-looking substance at the base of the cup, but I was too distracted to note what it was.

"Both of you are the only ones at home, and I'm just coming back from my lessons, so why do you have to act like you have no idea that mother was battling for her life? She was screaming for help!"

Antonio, my stepfather, quickly ran down the rest of the steps as he shoved me away from Mother before grabbing her lifeless body in his hands.

"This child! It would be best if you had informed me that something this serious had happened instead of talking nonsense. And for the record, I did not do anything to your mother or hear her scream. So, don't go about saying nonsense to strangers."

I staggered to my feet as he moved towards the door. "Please, let me come with you."

He turned to me, his eyes cold as he said, "You would have to stay here till I come back. Where I'm going is not where kids like you should be. Be obedient for once, Evangelina," he said quietly.

My right hand shot forward, but I could not say a word as he walked out of the double brass doors. The memory of coming to the house to see my mother struggle for her life. Her life had been sucked out of her.

With a gasp, I slipped down on the floor and cried hard. 'No, I couldn't lose my mom. She was the only one that I had in this world. I couldn't stay with Antonio either. He was not a good man!' I thought to myself.

In that same vein, I slid my hands to the left, only for a gasp to escape my lips. My eyes moved to the left, and there, I saw a snippet of blood. I had her myself, but that wasn't what got my attention. It was the same residue at the bottom of the glass cup.

I grabbed the broken glass with shaky hands, raising it to my nose to get the scent. It smelt foul. That was not normal. Was my mom poisoned?