HER NIECE-IN-LAW NODDED, "IT WAS CONFUSING. I knew all of them were our sworn enemies and were there to kill me, Tine, and Cosi, thus I didn't feel empathy or remorse for killing them. I felt a kind of sadistic pleasure, but in the sense of being able to defend my loved ones. However, when the adrenaline left my body and I saw that five of the fallen were our loyal staff, who I accidentally killed in the process, since I wasn't rationally thinking, I evolved PTSD. They were all young and without a famiglia for themselves, so there was no one to apologize to, but I kept visiting their tombs in the Di Matteo cemetery until months ago."
"What happened later?" Khloe asked unsure.
"All of them told me that I shouldn't feel bad because I was protecting our famiglia. Protecting my younger twins. The sadistic satisfaction from killing the Marangon was gone, leaving me alone with the consuming feeling of guilty, of killing those who were loyal to me, those who cared about me, whom I could put my trust on, all because of a lack of control over my emotions. Of course, I was glad for saving my siblings with my own strength while the adults were away, but I was unable to feel genuinely happy. Loyalty is extremely important to me, and I do not take that lightly. I don't think twice before putting my life on the line to protect those who have faith in me, but I have a hard time throwing these people's lives on the line to protect mine. A Queen is the one who has the duty to protect its people, and she shouldn't put the lives of those who are innocents and cannot fight on the line just to save her."
What a wisdom for a 17-year-old child. "Did you retaliate?"
The sad gleam in her eyes were gone and gave in to a grin. "Of course. Two years later, we organized an attack to their base. We left Tine and Cosi on Guilhermina's, mama's best friend, house, and I went with everyone else to get our revenge. Even papa went with us, since he was still furious by how they had attacked us two years prior our attack."
"Did you wipe them out?" Millie asked.
Chiara nodded, "It was almost a one-sided fight, because they weren't prepared, and the surprise effect cost them their lives. However, there was one survivor we hadn't counted, and he came back on the year that followed and killed nonno. Both me, mama, and nonna destroyed him for that. But that's the Mafia way of life. If you take someone's life, you must make sure you take the life of anyone who could comeback to get revenge on you as well. Mercy will cost your life and the life of all your loved ones," she spoke through clenched teeth. "Only a Mafia wannabe like Taddeo would commit such an amateur mistake. I'll not only destroy his entire clan for that, as I will make sure he watches as I kill everyone he loves, and only after I torture him, I'll take his life!"
"Can I... can I ask how he killed them, Chiara?"
She swallowed hard and turned to her uncle. Her expression stone cold. "He only had 12 bullets. He used three on each of them. One in the forehead, one in the throat, one in the heart. Three shots on deadly spots, while they were all unconscious thanks to the drug he used. If he hadn't, there was no way in hell that testa di cazzo would ever be able to lay a finger on them. Even on Tine and Cosi, since they were both trained in martial arts for a simple defense. He killed them in the most coward way possible, and I'll never forgive that fligio di puttana even after I die. My parents always knew they could die any time, and they lived to the fullest with us. We knew the danger of being part of the Mafia, but even the other Mafia clans in Italy were disgusted by how they were killed so cowardly. That puttana took the honor of a fair death from my famiglia."
"When do you plan on... retaliating?" Khloe asked unsure.
December of this year, on Christmas. "I'm still working on it. A revenge on the scale of what I'm planning, can't be thoughtless and rash, thus, when it happens, it'll be like a nuclear bomb on his existence." Chiara inhaled sharply, "Any more questions, Khloe?"
She blinked, "Why me?"
"Because you are the one who has a hard time understanding stuff and making countless questions, coglione," she tried to sooth the mood that had become suddenly heavy.
Her cousin licked her lips, "ADHD, PTSD, SPD. What does these stand for? You told us about the others, but even though I've heard the first two before, I don't know what it exactly means."
Dio mio, this raggaza is helpless. "You should seek more common knowledge like this, stronza. It might come in hand. You never know if you'll be offered a psychologist role, or a role of a person with any of these," Chiara scoffed. "Regardless, I'll tell you what I can. ADHD is the Attention-Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder. PTSD is the Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Lastly, there's SPD, which you may not know because it isn't commonly talked about nowadays, and it stands for Sadistic Personality Disorder. As you may realize, I was diagnosed with it because of how I feel when I kill someone who present some kind of danger to me or to those I love. But it's solely on these situations specifically that I feel like that, before you ask me anything absurd."
Ah, kill joy. I was about to ask if she enjoys the pain during sex too. But alright, let's walk before running. "Oh, so, by what you said, you are more into the Hyperactive side of the disorder than in the Attention-Deficit, right?"
A nod, "Yes. There are three types of ADHD, and I'm on the predominantly impulsive and hyperactive severe ADHD. It kind of gets intensified with my anxiety, but it can also be helpful, since I have constant bursts of energy that let me work even more on what I need."
Millie leaned forward, "Every person with ADHD has some type of thing they are hyper focused on. What's yours?"
She really knows about mental illnesses. "Not surprisingly enough coming from me, it's weapons. I'm delighted by weapons, and not just guns, even though I love them. Bow and arrows, knives, swords, spears, axes, brass knuckles, batons, nunchakus, whips, flail weapon, war hammers, and above all," she took the dagger that she keeps with her, "daggers. We used to make them. The daggers. Me, my siblings, papa, and mama, for fun. I always keep one with me, to feel them near, to have something to constantly remember me of them," gulping, Chiara put the dagger back on her pocket. "I left my wide collection of weapons with my zio, before I left Sicily, since he also loves them and will take care of them as well as I did."
"You can make daggers?" Kevin gasped in awe. So cool!
"Daggers, long knives, and bullets. Poisoned bullets are the best. I also know how to work with poison, and I'm immune to a handful. Cowards use poison a lot as an assassination tool, it gets annoying," and I like to fight directly. "Regardless, of any of that, as I lost my point in the middle of the way, the fact is that I'm not healthy for anyone in a relationship. I do believe I am, at least. I'm aware of my red flags, and they are many. Thus, I do not think of getting a boyfriend anytime soon. Any more questions? Or shall I get back to summarizing to you the 3rd generation of the Scarlats?"
"You are surprisingly self-conscious!"
Chiara turned to her uncle, "I always had to be. The opposite could get me in trouble and even killed. Besides, nonna and nonno always made sure that I would be like this. Self-consciousness makes you a good leader, and again, I was raised to be mama's consigliere and later on, the boss myself. However, that will not happen now, as my parents decided that I should live differently and in England. And even though I hate it, I will not go against it."
"Who will take over then?" Millie tilted her head.
She clicked her tongue, "My zio. Second to mama. Her second brother, and who was also raised like us, in case the worse happened. As it did. Thus, in her absence and mine, he's to take over the role of consigliere of our famiglia. He knows what he's doing, so they will be in good hands, I'm sure. Anything else?"
Khloe blinked, "Nope. You can keep going."
Finally. "Let's start with the last five then."
"Oh," Khloe added, "can you start from bottom this time?"
Is she curious about Nina? "You decide. I'm doing this for you, after all. If you want me to start from the youngest to the oldest, I'll do just that." Not like I give a shit, either way.
"Good, good," she smiled at her cousin.
But Chiara ignored it and switched the pile of the remaining folders from bottom to top, holding the youngest Scarlet's info in her hands. "Marin Dragomir Scarlat. The youngest in their entire family, protected by all the others. 18 years old," months older than I am. "Born and raised in London. Considered to be a genius like the rest of his family, he graduated from highschool at 16, and got admitted into Imperial College London right off the bat. Studying Management and being part of the Football Team of the University. One of the main strikers of their team, and getting admitted on it right when he got into the University, after catching their eyes while playing the same role in the team of his private highschool." He's got my respect for that. "Made it very clear that his goal is to be a professional Football player, which my actually happens, as his family owns Manchester United."
"Though he does have the skills for it," Kevin rolled his eyes.
"Indeed, he does have them!" Chiara grinned.