Sicily, Italy
Myra
My whole life was a lie. I had spent my life raised by my mother thinking that I have no one but her. I don't hate her for not sharing the dark history of her past or her family. But I am broken inside to know that she didn't even bother to give me a chance to choose between a mafia and a normal life. I got to know how she had faked her death after getting pregnant. She raised me alone, being in the dark, hidden from her enemies. She did everything to protect me from the bare hands of other mafias. Maybe she was in love for the first time with my biological father. That is why she left her billion dollar business, her position in the mafia and everything. But the result she got was more than heart breaking. She never got the normal life that she had craved for. She left the dark world to be someone's wife and live happily but her past made a never ending patch in her life. And my biological father, he is nothing but a traitor. He left my mother not because she was a mafia but also because he was already married. He never thought of anything else apart from his own self. His power, his throne, his money and all got more priority than my mother and her sacrifice. I have never seen such a greedy person like him. But now I clearly have two choices. Either I can choose to be the same Italian Mafia like my mother and inherit all or I can spend my life as a normal person. But even if I want a normal life, it won't be that easy. Our enmity would never end and I have to be careful every time. Since I came I haven't received any calls from India. Though Arthur told me not to communicate with any of them, being a possessive big brother, he hadn't snatched away my cell phone. He returned my pendant and bracelet too but he removed those trackers. Now I understand how Ranvijay could find me so easily when I was abducted. He had always kept me under his watch. So did Arjun. I was never untracked by them. Maybe they were more concerned for my safety. If they were that much worried for me then Arthur's worry is truly worthy. I can't blame him in the first place. But what will be my future in between all such things? The trepidation was clear in my actions whenever I thought of my marriage or Ranvijay. Does he forget me just like my father who forgot my mother? I had no other choice than to start over. 
With a large amount of tears and confusion I walked towards the study of Arthur. Knocking on his door I entered the study. I found him busy over a call that seemed quite serious. Seeing me, immediately he cut the call and gave a big smile to me. 
"Anything you need?" He asked with a sweet smile.
"Why did you bring me here?" My voice was stern.
Hearing my question he let out a sigh.
"Myra, you know nothing about our world. Few moments have started and our rivals left no stone unturned to get our weak nerves. If you were in Italy it wouldn't be an issue. But I was not confident enough to keep you there in India."
"I was not unprotected. Ranvijay was there to protect me." As soon as my statement hit the surface he laughed like a maniac.
"That shit? Who was unable to protect you from his own rival? Because of his enmity two gang members of Indonesian Mafia pointed guns at you."
"I did also hurt Arthur. I had killed a man."
"I would have been more surprised if you didn't kill that bastard who got the guts to point his gun at you. Don't worry about them. I had already killed their right hand."
"What? Did you follow everything?" A yelp left my mouth only.
"Of course. Do you think we won't get news of the Mafia world? You were always under my watch until you decided to move to India. I had to send two of my men to watch you while you were in Solanki Palace. I did even send a man to confirm everything in Mumbai in a party which you did attend with two disappointments (According to Arthur Ranvijay and Randhir are the disappointments) of India."
"Then how come my identity got exposed? As you said my mother faked her death so technically our rivals must not know about me being alive or a part of the Moretti family."
"Do you think it's that easy Myra? Vultures were always there and still they are. Somehow they got the news of you. And your sudden encounter with Indonesian Mafia has brought you more in lime light. Thanks to your stupid marriage. They got to know that you are my sister."
Everything was getting clear in front of my eyes like water. The Italian business man whom I met at Kukreja's party was none other than Arthur's man. After my marriage, when Ranvijay saw two Italian suspicious men near Solanki Palace, they were also sent by Arthur. Luckily I told Arjun not to change the wedding banner or else the news would have been spread like fire. God knows how many shocks were left for me to handle. If I tell Arthur about Ranvijay's outburst seeing those Italia men he won't take a second to empty his entire magazine in Ranvijay's head for hurting me. As I was going to ask something, a sudden knock on the door stopped me. 
"Come in." Arthur spoke and someone entered the room. 
I was sitting on a chair facing Arthur who was sitting in front of me. So for me it was hard to know who had just entered. Before I snapped my head I heard a familiar voice from behind.
"Arthur, no records were there in the hospital. Those two wounded men never arrived in our unit and not even in other units." 
Hearing the voice I froze at my place. My breathing got heavy. I was praying hard to deny the fact that my mind was starting. No way, it can't be him. It can't be him. I was chanting in my mind and slowly I moved my head to get a better view of the owner of the voice. My entire world got shattered once more seeing the man standing in front of me. A faint voice came out of my mouth.
"Ronan?" Yes. Dr. Ronan Blake was standing in front of me. My friend, the closest one and the one who treated my mother.
"Yes, Myra." He said in a calm tone.
"You didn't call me for the past few days." I could only add that seeing him standing in front of my eyes.
"Because I know you are safe now here with Arthur." He stated a fact in such a way that I felt like dying a million times. If he knew already about my arrival then does that imply his connection with the Mafia's too?
"Ronan.. You? Doctor... You.... Arthur." Before I could stammer more Arthur took the lead.
"Ronan's father is the second in command in our group. He is one of the trusted men. He was always near you during your whole struggles. He had treated your mother and used to take care of you too."
I couldn't believe what I had just heard. I was always trapped inside their cage. The only problem was, the freedom I saw was just an illusion. I had never left their shadow. I have just grown up under their shadow without knowing that.
"Do you kill people too?" I asked Ronan.
"No. My dad kills. I prefer saving, after all I am a doctor." He laughed saying that and walked towards Arthur.
"He balances our sins of murdering numerous people." Arthur chuckled after adding more humour into it.
I sat there being dumbfounded. They were discussing something important. And seeing their closeness I understood that it was my foolishness to think that I belong to a sacred family.
"What about Lily?" I couldn't stop asking the fact. If the process goes in this way I am sure even the worms in my backyard also work under Arthur. 
"That's your normal friend. She is not from our team but we did a background check on her before letting her go so close to you." Arthur assured me.
I can see the reason behind getting less friends since my childhood. It was never my fault. It was more like a screening process through which most people were thrown away before reaching me. 
I stood up from my chair to leave when Arthur called me. 
"Do you want to join our business?" Arthur asked.
"Legal or illegal?" I snapped at him.
"Seems like the don is back." Ronan spoke to grab my attention.
"Whatever you like. I have kept 60 percent of shares in almost every deal for you." Arthur replied.
"Guide me from tomorrow then." I told him and left the room.
I was feeling heavy in my heart. I couldn't take anything anymore. I needed something to distract me badly. I came back to my room and looked through the window blankly. There were no calls or messages from India. It seemed like they had all forgotten me. I looked through the old text messages and photos of us. Me and Ranvijay. There were photos of Arjun, Randhir, Mayabati and many more. Each and every picture had a memory imprinted in me. Did they actually erase me from their life? How could they just easily forget that I do even exist in this world? Don't they miss me? At least Ranvijay! My finger stopped on a picture of us. Ranvijay was holding a large pizza in his hand, while kneeling down in front of me in that picture. I remembered that day when Randhir was making fun of my Hindi. Ranvijay brought a big pizza and made a proposal in front of me.
"You, Myra Moretti, would you like to marry me?" He was proposing to me with a pizza too after marriage.
"Jay, are you proposing to me with a pizza?"
"Yeah. I believe you don't bother about rings or anything when it comes down to pizza. Your signature dish."
"Jay, stop making fun of it."
"No I am serious, Italiano....." He was about to say something when I glared at him and he laughed out loud. Randhir joined him too. I couldn't stop myself from joining them. We three sat together to have late night pizza on our Mumbai trip. Me and Ranvijay had so many smaller and bigger incidents that if I start writing them all, I might end up writing a small novel. A lone tear escaped my eyes when I was in deep thought. A sudden knock on the door made me clean my face and put on my fake smile. 
"Come in." I replied being seated on the couch. Luca's wife Melissa entered my room. She sat beside me on the couch.
"How are you?" 
"I am fine." I replied, showing her a half smile. I was sure that she had seen the light stain of my tears on my red cheeks.
"You have every right to shed tears as much as you want, as long as you want. But remember my child, once you are done, you won't shed a single tear for the same reason. Once it's over means it's over." Melissa spoke with a determined voice.
I looked at her. She is not like my mother. She is a simple Donna who doesn't even involve herself in any kind of violence. I got a motherly feeling towards her. After all, she is my aunt. 
"Is it too hard to leave something or someone behind?"
"Depends on how much you let that person control you or affect you. We all meet people in our life where our hearts skip a beat. We do fall in love, face heart breaks and get depressed. The difference is made when we rise up again to move forward."
"Does that mean our love ends there?"
"No. It becomes stronger, more mature. Sometimes two people spend years together without loving each other. Sometimes two people remain in the same love being separated due to circumstances. The love remains in the same way, the way the stars of the night remain during the day time behind the scorching sunlight."
I buried my head in her lap making her dress completely drenched in my tears. My sobs, whimpers, cries made the room heavy. She patted my head and caressed my back.
"Cry as much as you can. But don't forget to rise up again. Never forget who you are. You are none other than Minerva Moretti's daughter Myra Moretti. The strongest woman I had ever seen. He was a fool who failed to recognise her golden heart. Indeed she was a killer but she was a person with deep moral values. She had never hurt innocents and was always ready to save people around."
With time my cry turned into thin sobs. Tears stopped streaming down my cheeks. I took a deep breath and spoke.
"I was never a Solanki. Not even a Sekhawat. I was, am and always will be a Moretti. Daughter of Don Minerva Moretti."