"Hi, Rin!" Brooklyn enters my office looking all badass with her black leather jacket, white tank top, and dark blue jeans. "So, what personal matter do you need me for?" She casually sits down on my couch with her G-Pad.

"I am returning to Italy and will need a solid identity using my first name." I relaxed backward in my chair and fidgeted with my favorite pocket knife.

"Ok..." Brooklyn's eyes keep contact with the spinning knife, almost like she thinks I will throw it at her. "Do you have a specific surname in mind?"

"No, but I want it to be American, Brooklyn." I threw the knife at the door, hitting right on center.

"Hm... what about Elma Miller?" I shake my head no while getting up to retrieve the knife. "Olson?"

"Pick another one." I leaned against my desk and threw the pocket knife back at the door.

"O-o, I got a good one, Elma Edwards." Brooklyn sat up, crossing her fingers, hoping this surname would satisfy me.

"I will go with that." A smile came across my face as I kept repeating, 'Elma Edwards.'

Slam! Huston enters abruptly with his energetic smile that quickly turns into a feared don't kill me look. "Huston Stone Kight! What Have I Said About Barging Into My Office!" I stood up angrily and slammed both of my palms on my desk.

Not saying anything, he looks at Brooklyn, pleading for help. "Don't look at me, Dude." She raises her hands, indicating he is on his own.

"Oh, come on, Brooklyn!" He whines, making him extremely annoying.

"Huston, why are you here?" I could not help but rub my brow as I sighed.

"I heard a rumor that we are moving to Italy?" There was this glint in his eyes like Huston wanted something.

"Seriously, Huston, you interrupted me for a rumor!" My hand crossed my brow as I sat back down in the chair. "You know that the only reason I tolerate this behavior from you is that you are a friend, but Huston, don't you dare push my limits." I sent a death glare to him. "You got it?" Huston squirms under pressure before giving an obvious head nod.

"Now, for the rumor. It's true; we will be going to Italy." I confirmed, flashing back to the last moment I saw the three youngest Monti brothers, my older brothers.

It was an illegal race night, and I could not help watching it in the shadows. Just observing them made me sad but also happy, seeing the smiles on their faces. Despite that, those smiles were temporary; at least there was a smile, unlike my other brothers.

"Is there anything I can do?" Huston starts whining, trying to get himself out of the physical punishment.

"No, and your punishment for barging into my office is to run around the whole estate twenty times non-stop," I ordered a heavy physical punishment of at least ten to fifteen miles. Since if you give him the paperwork, it will definitely bite you in the ass later.

"Can't I do something else, like ensuring everyone is here for the meeting this afternoon or..."

"You can do both, Huston. Now leave before I give you more." I used my mafia tone, mentally shaking him to the ground.

Finally, Huston exited my office. "Now, Brooklyn, where were we?"

"Your background story." Brooklyn could not help saying it in a dramatic tone as sighed, seeing that the craziness never goes away.

"I was thinking of keeping my connections to the underworld a secret." I kept my neutral face trying not to think about what could happen if the plans backfired.

"Are you afraid of rejection?" Brooklyn questioned from the bottom of her heart.

Why can't she just keep her mouth shut? Of course, I am afraid! How can you not after being disconnected from your family for the last twelve years? I am afraid of them rejecting me because I am not the fun and silly princess anymore. People call be deadly and even crazy, just like my eldest brother Dominic.

"Brooklyn, I want them to see the real me, not the different identities I have made." I unintentionally projected my crazy vibes, mentally suffocating Brooklyn.

"I understand now." She gave me a sympathetic smile before moving on."So, what are you going to use for cover?"

"Collage..."

"Won't they find out you're not going to campus from the guards?" Brooklyn highlighted the flaw while drawing my attention to the fact that my family will have guards to protect/watch me.

"Good point," I groaned, wanting to finish my work so I could beat up the punching bag again.

"What about being an intern at BlackGuard to cover all your visits?" Brooklyn sparked a creative idea to cover up all my disappearances.

"But won't they think I am a part of the underworld?" I couldn't help but debate against it.

"Not exactly, since don't you employ regular people for the non-mafia stuff?" Her defense was mind-blowing. Brooklyn is a genius at coming up with this. I am glad I made the right decision to make her one of my Capos.

There was a moment of silence. "You're a genius, Brooklyn," I exploded with a sneaky grin as I started to think about what I could get away with...

"I am not a genius, Rin. I just do this kind of stuff for a living." She places her hands on her hip, attempting to stop my teasing.

"If you say so, genius." I could not help teasing her.

We spent an hour or so coming up with a way for my family to 'mysteriously' find me with them without raising red flags. At first, we thought about me going to Elio and the twins' school, but we ruled that out when I didn't want to experience high school again. I hate those fake plastic bitches, who are overdramatic and devious. Number two was to show up at the front door and demand a DNA test. And then we factored in the fact it would raise too many red flags. Our third idea was to involve social service, but then we realized it would be disastrous to involve the government since they could get in the way of mafia business on both sides. Eventually, we came to use one of those, find your relative companies and use a spy to report it.

"Um, Rin." Brooklyn catches my attention.

"Yes?" I started to push away my emotions, thinking something had just gone wrong.

"Just double checking this background is fine?" I let out a sigh of relief before Brooklyn starts rambling.

Elma Edwards, seventeen years old, birthdate May fourth, was emancipated at fourteen from Safe Harbor Home and currently resides in Milian, Italy. Attending Nyoko University online for a Bachelor's in Business Leadership with a paid internship at BlackGuard Technologies.

"That's perfect, Brooklyn." I could not help smiling at my best friend for all her work.

Spending three to two hours in my office with Brooklyn is extremely distracting. Like every time I was in deep thought, she would interrupt me with questions like my physical attributes (weight and height) and background information. Ug! I wonder how her assistants work with her?

Looking at the clock, I notice it's time for the meeting. "Brooklyn, it's time." I pulled her out of deep thought, which seemed to piss her off a little bit.

"Thank you for the reminder, Rin." Brooklyn immediately changed her mood as she realized that she was almost late for the meeting.

Entering the meeting room with Bang, everyone stood up, bowing their heads as I walked to my seat at the end. Flicking my hand, I release them while glazing around, and immediately, I turn my face to see one empty seat in the distance.

"Where Is Mark?" I demanded deadly, causing everyone else to shiver underneath my screaming aura.

"He is not here yet, Donna." My assistant Caleb quivered down as he voiced the obvious.

In anger, I banged my palms on the table and shouted in Italian. "Cosa c'è di più importante di questo? (What's More Important Than This?)"

"I think it concerns one of his associates, Donna," Caleb says, assuming the situation.

Since we don't have the time to wait for this jackass, I need to start the meeting. "Silence!" My deep voice yelled over all the chatter, shutting up my Capos. "Today, I have called a meeting to announce we are moving to Italy." I sat up straight in my chair, projecting my dangerous, killing vibe aura.

"What's the timeline?" Bruno, my transportation Capo spoke first.

"Two weeks maximum," I nonchalantly answered in my emotionless state.

"Are we gonna take out The Sicilians?" Stefan lets the cat out of the bag with a sinister grin.

"No," I grinded my teeth and controlled my anger not to kill him since I couldn't reveal my intentions yet.

"Donna, why are we helping them? They are crumbling apart." Asher, my Capo in charge of the armory, prolonged this darn conversion.

"Are you questioning me, Asher?" I raised my eyebrow with my deadly stare at the challenge.

"No, Donna." He just shrinks back into his seat.

"Good," I relaxed backward before continuing. "Now..." Bang! The hallway door opens with Mark all dressed up in his black and white fancy suit.

"Mark Kingson! Where Have You Been?" Everyone shivers from my dark beaming voice while he just openly drops his files all over the floor in fear.

"O-O-One of my a-a-associates, they uh, they me-me-messed up b-b-big." Mark kept his head down in fear of my wrath.

Not wanting to deal with Mark, I nod my head off to Zachary. Indicating that he has full authority over Mark's punishment for being late and wasting everyone's precious time.

"Now, for the advanced party, who will be leaving with me; Brooklyn, Monica, and Zachary." There were some grumbles against my choice, but they immediately shut after receiving a glare from Zachary and others.

Sometimes... I think these grown adults are children from all of the different arguments and rivalries they do.

"And the rest of you will be given your departure time and date by tomorrow." I glazed around the room with my cold, emotionless face, ensuring everyone got the message.

"Yes, Donna." The rest of them accepted my command as they bowed their heads.

Ending the meeting, I head to the East House, basically my private place in the mansion. Truthfully, I'm gonna miss my traditional-modern Japanese mansion. Everyone gets their respective space, and no one complains about being cramped; the mansion does require regular gardening, but it's eco-friendly.

After packing my needed clothes, weapons, Butter, and other necessary stuff in the duffels, next, I head to my office at the main house. Standing before the traditional samurai sword, 'The Dragon Blade,' that was passed down to me when Natsue died. For the past centuries, ever since the era of the samurai. 'The Dragon Blade' has been passed down from Don to Don and me, the first Donna.

Originally 'The Dragon Blade' was passed down through The Takao Family, but then the whole Tako Family Bloodline died. One of the leading causes which led to the effect was the World War which killed almost all the men. Then, because most of the men were gone, The Takao Family struggled to control The Japanese Mafia.

Eventually, during the weakest moment, The Chinese Mafia came and killed the rest of The Takao Family. Leaving no blood relative alive, December seventh.

At that time, The Chinese Mafia was the third most potent mafia and had sights on destroying The Japanese Mafia because they were an easy target. However, The Chinese did succeed in killing The Takao Family. The Japanese Mafia didn't fall with them; instead of crashing to the ground, they rose up with Domoto Natsue as The New Don.

'The Dragon Blade' is a magnificent treasure with its black and red criss-cross handle even the character carvings that say, 'ドラゴンブレイド (Dragon Blade)' directly on the blade right next to the handle just add to its beauty.