Uninvited, Unwanted, Unforgiving: I Quit the Don's Family

Donna Sofia Marino's birthday is held on Valentine's Day.

When Francesco Rossi, the Underboss of the Costa family, announces the news on behalf of Don Enzo Costa, everyone in the family is very happy.

Well, everyone but me.

As expected, Francesco is quick to add, "Someone needs to guard the headquarters. Camilla, you'll be the one in charge of this task."

"What the Underboss means is that you don't really carry out any missions in your daily life. Besides, you have tons of spare time anyway. This time, you are to guard the headquarters so that you can deal with any emergencies that might arise."

I just smirk sarcastically.

The truth is, I'm always the one dealing with the most dangerous matters concerning the Costa family.

The transactions of the firearms worth hundreds of millions of dollars are successfully carried out thanks to the plan I've spent countless sleepless nights perfecting.

When a crossfire breaks out, I'm always on the frontlines, fighting for the family's glory despite getting injured.

While I'm given the title as the executive director, I'm never given any actual power. In truth, my standing is lower than that of a soldato.

I'm always the one carrying out the hardest, the most menial, not to mention the most dangerous tasks. But every time credit is given, it's never given to me.

I've been enduring this injustice for five long years. This time, I no longer want to keep enduring anymore.

With a smile on my face, I stand up from my seat.

"Alright then, Underboss Rossi. I shall guard the headquarters. But this will be the last time I ever do this. After this task is completed, I will officially leave the Costa family once and for all."

As soon as my voice faded, a bang echoed through the conference room. In the almost pin-drop silence, the sound of Don Costa's glass striking the marble table was exceptionally loud.

Immediately after, a low murmur began to ripple through the room.

The first to speak was Francesco. "Seriously? All that over this? You're usually so quiet—didn't think you'd make such a big deal out of something so small."

Antonio Greco, a Capo under the family's Underboss, grumbled in a gruff voice, "Exactly. She's usually the least busy anyway. Asking her to stay back and manage the family's affairs was a sign of trust, yet here she is getting all worked up about it."

"I can't believe you're throwing a tantrum again like a spoiled princess, as if guarding the family isn't important," he muttered under his breath, clearly displeased. "This isn't the place for your little fits."

Beside him, the Consigliere Dario Zanon leaned lazily against the back of his chair, revealing the double-gun skull tattoo on his arm.

"What's the matter, Camilla?" he asked calmly. "Is there something you're unhappy about?

"Or do you think that after five years of hard work for the family, you still haven't received a share of the family trust fund, and