I'm Taking the Don's Kidney

On the morning of the surgery, a storm hit Micosa. The sky was so dark that one could not help feeling worried that something was about to happen. The thick clouds covered up every ray of sunlight.

Ernest's bodyguards forced me into the car. I was extremely weak after days of heavy medication and mental stress. Ernest was sitting next to me as he put up a show of tidying up my messy hair.

"You just need to take a nap, Mia. Once the surgery is over and Anna gets her health back, I'll make it up to you several times over."

His tone resumed to its usual tenderness, but this fake act was making me nauseous instead.

The car stopped at a remote private hospital. In name, this place was a clinic, but it was actually a site used by the Marinos to conduct unseemly business. The doctors here have taken numerous lives.

I was pushed into the surgery room where Anna was already prepped in the bed next to mine. She looked at me tauntingly with a crazed sort of delight in her eyes.

"Thank you for making this come true, Mia. Ernest told me he will be waiting out there to look out for me until I wake up."

I ignored her. All I did was stare at the blinding lights on the ceiling of the surgery room while Eernest stood outside. He was looking at me coldly through the window of the surgery room as if I were an animal waiting to be slaughtered.

The doctor put on his mask. The surgery blade in his hand flashed under the cold light.

"Don Marino, the Donna's indicators have all come back positive. Her immune system has been suppressed to its lowest point. We can start removing her kidney."

"Do it," Ernest spat out the words coldly.

The anesthesiologist walked slowly toward me and came closer to my spine with a long, thick needle.

"Relax, Donna Marino. It will be over very soon."

When the needle pierced my skin, I closed my eyes and started a silent countdown.

Three.

Two.

One.

Boom!

There was a loud explosion. The roof of the entire hospital was instantly blown off. Deafening sounds of windows shattering and howling screams were heard next.

The surgery door, which was supposed to be shut tight, was blown apart from the outside by a huge explosion. Smoke was everywhere. Teams of cold-looking men in dark suits came flooding into the room like phantoms. All of them were holding a silencer that glittered grimly with death under the lights.

They blew up the heads of all the Marino bodyguards standing guard at the surgery door in an instant. Ernest quickly turned around. Before he could touch the gun in the holster behind his back, a bullet shot into his wrist with great precision. There was a loud crack. It was the sound of his bone cracking.

"Who dares touch a daughter of the Corleones?!"

A low, husky voice filled with anger echoed in the corridors. The dust settled down, and a muscular man in a huge, black coat appeared. He had a sinister-looking scar between his eyes, and his appearance created tension in the air.

Behind him were dozens of the Corleones' core Soldatos standing in rapt attention. They had formed a wall of black where no one was able to cross. That man was Silvio, the current Don of the Corleones, the man known as the Madman of Severia by the underworld of the West.

Silvio came to my surgery bed and cut off the binds on my wrists with his dagger with ease. He lowered his head while his hands, which had killed many people, started to tremble as he gently pushed the hair on my forehead to the side.

"I'm here to take you home, Mia."

After that, he turned to look at Ernest, who was cowering in the corner with fear on his face. Silvio smiled sinisterly at him.

"I heard that you were trying to take my sister's kidney, Ernest Marino."

Ernest's eyes widened in shock when he saw the red tulip insignia on the man's chest. That was the mark of destruction, a sign that was considered taboo. His gentlemanly features were now contorted into absolute fear.

"S-Silvio Corleone? You're Silvio Corleone?!" His voice was shrill and had a tinge of desperation.

I tore off the tubes on me as I sat on the surgery table. I looked coldly at Ernest, who had fallen limp to the floor.

"You said that I was lucky to exchange my kidney for being the Donna for six months, didn't you?" After that, I pointed at Anna, who had gone into shock from fear in the bed next to mine.

"Since you love her so much… Silvio, take his kidney and give it to her. Let's see if their 'true love' can withstand any organ rejection."

Silvio sneered while flipping his dagger in the air, "Hear that? That's the Coleone family rule. Blood for blood."