Summary: Sam never liked following the rules, her previous life's track record could attest to that. So why did these silly nobles think they could tell her what to do? Nah, she marches to the beat of her own gunfire. The weird fruit was just a bonus.

Disclaimer: I'm not a Japanese man by the name Eiichiro Oda. I own Sam, though who owns who is quite debatable. Sam is kind of frightening.

Prologue: Sam's Worst Wake Up Call

When Sam first wakes up she's greeted to the sight of a woman who looks like she sucked on a lemon and her face got stuck that way. She wants to tell whoever the hell this is to get their ugly mug out of her face before Sammy takes her gun and gives them a new breathing hole in the middle of their head. But Sam can't do much but blink. Her whole body feels weak, and it pisses her off. How the hell was she supposed to protect herself if she can't even move. Flashes of gushing blood and excruciating pain flashes through her head and she jolts in shock.

That's right, the Marino family had started a turf war over a political marriage with the Costanza family. Sam had been keeping the books for a small branch of Marino family when the shots were fired. She remembers getting shot in the chest three times by an automatic. Sam can still feel her hot blood spilling out of her body all over the cold white tile of of the main kitchen.

She could remember Giuseppa trying to apply pressure and screaming, but it all went black. Now here she was being looked at like she was a dead goldfish by a woman who clearly needed to remove the pole lodged firmly up her ass. Sam went to tell her as much but was shocked by the incoherent babble that fell from her lips. Her tongue went to form words only to be met by gums and no teeth. Sam did the only thing that any rational person would do, she screamed.

It took several hours for Sam to even think about calming down. She had no idea what was going on, all of a sudden she was weaker than a newborn kitten, she could barely see a few inches in front of her, she had the urge to cry every time she panicked, and people now seemed like mighty giants. The more she thought about it a theory started to form, and it made such a sick twisted sort of sense.

Being brought up in Italy, Sam always considered herself a Catholic. The situation she found herself in had her questioning all of her previous beliefs.

Was it possible to be reborn? Why did she have her previous life's memories? Why weren't there pearly gates or hellfire? Sam is sure she had a first-class ticket to eternal hellfire and being poked in the ass by a pitch fork for all eternity. She and Giuseppa had made a pact to meet at the gates of hell to face it together. But now she found herself in a baby body. Was this a second chance?

Sam didn't really understand why she, of all people, would get a second chance. She's sure there are much more qualified people to be reborn. All she wanted was her little Ignazio cuddled up in her lap. She wanted Giuseppa to flick her forehead for being an idiota. Sam wanted her old life back, she didn't need to start over!

She knew she wasn't a good person, and would rather shoot somebody than allow them to lay one hand on her family members. She was a selfish person and had no problem with that. Sam didn't really get the meaning of being a good person. Her life had always been about survival first. When she was a kid it was her and her brother trying to gather the money for rent in the studio apartment they lived in with their mom. A mom who had a cocaine addiction and used every last euro to pay for it. She and her older brother Vincent had to steal, lie, and cheat in order to make sure they weren't living in a cardboard box for the rest of their lives.

Of course the time came where they couldn't make the rent for that month and Vince had essentially sold his soul to the Marino family in order to make ends meet. Sam felt it was her duty as a little sister to help her brother out of the mess he was in and she started running product back and forth through mafia territory. The amount of times she was yelled at, shot at, and hit was better left unsaid. But she made the money to pay off the ridiculous amount of interest the Marino's had charged her fourteen year old brother for 200 euro. By the time she was ready to hand it over her brother was in jail for murder, his girl was knocked up, and everything seemed to be falling down around Sam. Her brother's girl, Tina, didn't want to keep the kid. So it was left for Sam to pick up the pieces.

Ignazio, her nephew, was the one that saved her from having to run drugs for the rest of her life. She had made a plea to the head of the Marino family to do something a bit less risky while looking after her brother's child. The man had agreed and told her she would be keeping the books for a small branch of the family until the kid was fourteen and was initiated into the Marino family.

Sam had already had a plan to disappear well before her little bambino was ever involved in the mafia. It wasn't a good place and wouldn't wish that existence on an any child. No, she had plotted to fake both her and Ignazio's death and to forge new documents. They would have moved to Switzerland and changed every defining physical feature.

That plan was shot to hell now. No one would be there to protect her little one. Giuseppea would of course try, the girl had been included on the plans in case anything went wrong. But she wasn't sure if she would be able to do it without Sam checking for flaws in the execution. It was very likely she could get herself and Ignazio killed by trying to thwart the mafia. But Sam would probably never know how things panned out for her little makeshift family, and that's what got to her the most. She couldn't protect her family anymore.

She wanted to scream, cry, and rage. It was an unfamiliar feeling to her because Sam never had the time or money for screaming at the world. She just kept moving. She could never just break down. Instead, she would pull out her favorite gun and shoot at whatever irritated her. Though that was clearly out of the question right now; and at that moment the gravity of her situation came down on her like a ten ton weight. She was a defenseless baby that didn't have the muscles from years of street fights, bar brawls, and running from the cops. The first tears she had felt in years started crawling down her face. Everything was crashing down around her and there was nothing she could do about it.

She knew that this was the fall of Samantha DiAngelo.

A/N: I'll just leave this here and see what happens.