I looked at the article, emotionless and unflinching. I scrolled, looking at all the other little articles, most of them focusing on Violet and my father who funded for my search. I scoffed at that. He was the one who sold me in the first place. I reached the last article and I couldn't believe what I saw.

"How the fuck did the old man pull that off?" I asked myself as I clicked on the video of my funeral.

I watched as Violet, my sister and brother cried their eyes out at my funeral. My father and mother were emotionless as ever and everyone else was probably just there for the hell of it. The only thing running through my mind at that moment was I would've preferred a black coffin and not a white one and the picture they used of me was one of my worst.

"They could've at least used white roses," I said looking at the red and pink ones in distaste. I was sure they were cheap. That's just how my dad was.

That was the last article about me. Dalia Gates no longer existed after that and I sighed knowing Dalia Gates died the day she was sold off to a mafia boss or in other words, the day after her 14th birthday. Speaking of mafia boss, I decided to search for something else. Opening a new tab, I typed in what I have wanted to find out for a long time.

I scrolled through the results, looking through all the information I could find on Matteo. If I wanted more, I'd have to visit a hacker but the only one I knew didn't live in this continent. Bummer. All I found out was that Matteo was accused of fraud. It was a little case that for some reason had not been erased. I knew Matteo was messy and let things slip. I opened another tab and searched for someone else.

Blank. I came out blank. Vittore Martinelli did not exist anywhere. No records of any sort, no sightings, no police cases. Vittore Martinelli was the fucking boogyman.

"Bloody smart idiot," I grumbled under my breath as I gave up looking for any information on him.

From what I saw on Matteo's search, he was the Don of the Martinelli familia. The biggest crime family of the Italian, Russian and Mexican mafias. I didn't want to admit but I was impressed. Vittore covered his tracks well, making it seem like the Martinelli familia fell after Matteo's sudden disappearance. I sighed, having seen enough and closed all tabs, removing everything from the search history too.

I turned everything in the café off as I exited and made my way down the empty street to the subway yet again. A car came speeding down the road and I squinted because the lights were blinding me. It took me a second but I soon realized I knew that van. It looked a lot like the ones that Vittore kept in his estate and the fact that it had no number plate confirmed my suspicions.

I pulled out my gun and shot the tires, causing the van to lose control and crash into a pole on the other side of the road. When no one emerged from the van, I took it as my cue to run. A gun shot sounded in the air as I bullet wheezed by me.

"Fuck," I cursed as I started running in a zig zag formation. More bullets were fired, each close to hitting me until I turned the corner. A bus was coming my way and I waved the driver down.

"Hey! Stop!" I hollered at the top of my lungs and luckily, the person did.

I hid my gun as I climbed on the bus. "Thanks," I said to the driver as I went to take a back seat. The bus started again and I watched as a guy dressed in all black, probably the same one who shot at me, run past us.

I was glad for my small victory but I knew I couldn't go anywhere near this street again. It was too risky. I stayed in the bus until I was in the heart of the city before I got off. I walked into a mall, people watching me walk by. I guess because I looked like hell. Well I had been through it once or twice. I saw a clothing store and I made a beeline for it.

I looked through the clothes as I observed the store. There were two entrances, giving me two exists. I grabbed a duffle bag on display and pretended to admire it as I stood next to one of the cameras. I put it back down and walked away. My eyes looked around the store.

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Four cameras in total. I smiled, realizing they didn't cover most of the huge store. I went over to the hair section and grabbed some hair ties and bobby pins. I slipped them in one of the fanny packs on display. I continued to walk around the store, picking out a pair of damaged jeans, a matching Demin jacket and a white t-shirt with cut out shoulders. Just because I could, I picked a pair of white air force 1's too. I took them to a changing room and put them on.

I balled up my old clothes and threw them in the waste basket outside the changing room. I looked at myself in the mirror, turning this way and that.

"You should add this hat," a woman said walking up to me and handing me a white cap. I put it on and a fake smile slipped on my face,

"Oh my God! I love it! Thank you!" I exclaimed.

"No problem," the woman said and I made a move to hug her. She stood in front of a clothing rack so from behind her back, I slipped one of the linen scarves into her bag.

"You have made my day," I said with happy tone as I pulled out of the hug. The woman smiled at me.

"And you have made mine," she said.

"Oh I'm sure I have," I thought darkly. I went over to the fanny packs and put the one with my things around my waist, going to the mirror and pretending to admire myself when really, I was watching the other woman through the mirror. All I had to do now was wait.