THE MAFIA DON AND HIS NUN

“You have a younger sister, Theresa.” Granny Pamela said, and Theresa’s eyed went wide in surprise.

“I have a younger sister?” Asked Theresa, a note of surprise in her voice.

“Yes.” Granny Pamela nodded affirmatively.

Theresa glanced at Alfred who also seemed surprised but not as surprised as she was.

Theresa then turned her gaze back to granny Pamela.

“Are you playing a prank on me, granny?” She asked, shooting up a brow.

Granny Pamela scoffed and she took a sip from her coffee before speaking.

“Have I ever played a prank on you, Theresa?”

“But.. But I.. I don’t remember having a sister. I don’t even remember who my real parents are.” Theresa stuttered.

“That’s because you’re suffering from amnesia.” Granny Pamela replied.

“I am suffering from amnesia?” Theresa asked with a shocked expression on her face.

“Yeah. You’ve been suffering from amnesia since you were five years old.” Granny Pamela sighed out softly. “I thought you would have recovered back your memories by now.”

Pepi and Alfred were just sipping their coffee as they listened to the conversation.

“But how do you know all these?” Theresa asked, raising her brows questioningly at her.

“That’s because I have been with you since childbirth.” Granny Pamela replied.

“You’ve been with me since childbirth?” Theresa asked confusedly, arching a brow granny Pamela.

“Yes. I know everything about you, your parents and your younger sister because I was your nanny back when you were still a kid.” Granny Pamela replied.

Theresa remained quiet with her gaze fixed on granny Pamela. She slowly raised her cup to her mouth and she took a sip from the coffee which was now getting cold.

“Pepi, get me the photo.” Granny Pamela ordered.

Pepi dropped his cup of coffee on the centre table and he rose to his feet, then he walked into a room.

He came out a few seconds later, holding a photo in his hand. He handed the photo over to granny Pamela before taking his seat.

“Come here, Theresa.” Granny Pamela gestured with her fingers.

Theresa slowly rose to her feet, dropping her cup on the table, then she walked to granny Pamela and she sat beside her.

The photo in granny Pamela’s hand was a family photo which consisted of a man, two women and two girls.

“Theresa, this is your father.” She pointed at the man in the photo.

Theresa stared at the man in the photo who looked a lot like her. It was like she was staring at the male version of herself.

“You took after him.” Granny Pamela added.

Theresa smiled sadly.

“And this is your mother.” Granny Pamela pointed at the woman who stood at the right hand side of the man. “And this is me,” she pointed at the other woman who stood at the left hand side of the man.

“Even though I was you and your sister’s nanny, I was never for once treated like an outsider. They saw me as a family member. I was treated like a member of the happy family” Granny Pamela said with a smile as she gazed at nothing.

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“This is you.” She pointed at one of the two girls in the photo. She was a bit taller than the other girl.

“And this is your younger sister.” She pointed at the other girl in the photo.

The family had smiles on their faces. Mere looking at the photo, one could see how happy they were.

“You were five years old and your sister was four years old when we took this picture.” Granny Pamela said.

Theresa continued staring at the photo with a smile on her face. Suddenly, she felt a throbbing pain in her head.

“Argghh!!” She screamed in pain, holding head with both her hands and she fell on her knees.

“Theresa!” Alfred and Pepi immediately stood up and hey rushed to her side.

“What’s happening to her?” Pepi asked Granny Pamela.

“I think the picture triggered her memories.” She replied.

“Argghh!!!!” Theresa screamed more louder, holding her head tightly.

Images of different people were flashing in her head, increasing the pain she was feeling.

She saw a man’s image, a woman’s image, two little girls’ then another woman’s image.

Their faces were blurry.

Alfred gently rubbed Theresa’s back as if to reduce the pain she was feeling.

The pain finally subsided two minutes later, and Alfred helped her sit on the couch.

Theresa rested her head on the headrest and she massaged her forehead.

“Are you okay?” Alfred asked.

“Yeah.” Theresa nodded and she moved her gaze to granny.

“Granny, can you tell me what happened to my family?”

“It’s a tragic story, and trust me Theresa, it’s not something you wanna hear.” Granny Pamela replied, shaking her head negatively.

“Tragic or not, I still wanna know what happened to my family.” Theresa insisted.

“Before I tell you what happened to them. Let me first tell you about your father.” Granny Pamela said, an everyone fixed their gazes on her.

“Among the three of you, who knows the man named Michael Giovanni?” She asked.

“I’ve read about him back when I was eight before my parents were murdered. Michael Giovanni was a philanthropist and one of the richest men here in Los Angeles.” Alfred answered.

“That’s correct.” Granny Pamela nodded, then she moved her gaze to Theresa. “But Michael Giovanni was also a Mafia boss, and he is your father, Theresa.” She added.

Both Theresa and Alfred were stunned by this shocking revelation.

“You mean my father was a Mafia boss?” Theresa asked.

“Yes, he was. He was the leader of the Giovanni family, one of the strongest Mafia organization in the world.” Granny Pamela replied.

“So, my real name is Theresa Giovanni.” Theresa said, and Granny Pamela nodded before continuing.

“Your father was as fierce as a lion, stronger than ten men put together, as fast a cheetah and skillful in all aspects. But he had a weakness…” She paused for a while, then continued: “His family was his weakness. His rival discovered his weakness and they attacked one fateful night. That night tore the Giovanni family apart.”

Tears rolled down Granny Pamela’s face as memories of eighteen years ago came rushing back..