Saving The Mafia Princess

{ Alessia } My father comes into our apartment shouting and being his irate and frenzied alter-ego, so I immediately stand up and try to go hide in my room while he shouts a thousand and a half things in Italian into his phone. I kinda understand the most basic meaning of whatever he's saying but I can't even make sense of it because he comes straight for me and orders me to pack my things. I don't hesitate or waste time asking questions right now because I know they'll be ignored and I'll just make him angrier, so I shove my most important belongings and clothes into a suitcase and then my dad grabs my arm. He pulls me out of the apartment not even bothering to lock the door and then upstairs until we reach the rooftop of our building. And then he keeps on pulling me towards a a sleek black helicopter parked there. "Whose is that?" I ask, extremely confused. "Ours." He answers, confusing me even further. A fucking helicopter? Ours? Since when? I mean, sure, that sounds amazin

{ Alessia }Going back to Italy will be like surgically reopening my wounds from the past and very gently dripping a few drops of acid on them. I will remember my mom and that stupid liar Lorenzo. And I'll go back to worrying about my underdeveloped little boobs. In addition to reliving those two things that left me so scarred, I'll be looking back to the amazing life I had in the States these past few years. And maybe it wasn't the most 'perfect' in the world compared to other people with better opportunities, but it was really quiet, nice and it worked for me. Everything was finally going according to my plans, for the first time in my whole life. I was getting good grades, I had everything strategically planned for my graduation party, although I guess those plans are useless now and the money I saved for months for the dress will have to be used on something else. And I'll have to accept that those two years of ass-licking to get everyone to elect me captain of my dance crew w

{ Judas } I sigh with my eyes tightly closed, I know I need to chill but it’s impossible with Sebastian Ferreira in front of me. I'm always nervous when we have to talk with the boss, but now that he's back in Rome and we have to see him face to face, I feel even more nervous and anxious. Especially because my mom doesn't have any kind of survival instinct and has been acting like a brat the whole meeting. There's nothing worse for me than having to put up with my mom involved in the business being the way she is. She thinks she's always right and she thinks she's the boss even when we're sitting right in front of him. If I'm going to do this for the rest of my miserable shitty life, I can't even think about marrying someone who isn't a paywhore who'll stay fucking quiet forever. “No. You're not thinking straight. I think tha…” "Love, please, just… just let us handle this,” my father interrupts her, equally if not more exasperated than me and ever

So far I'm 98% convinced I'm going to hate this girl, Alessia or whatever the fuck her name is. I won’t be able to be around her all the time, it’s only been a couple of hours and I can’t take it anymore. All she does is talk, talk, talk, smile like a demented person, laugh with every single thing someone says and wave her hands with every word that comes out of her mouth —a mouth that maybe would be sexy if she just kept it fucking shut. Everyone in my family is practically eating out of her hand, it’s so pathetic I want to just shoot something. Or someone.. someone named Alessia. As usual, I’ve been keeping to myself and trying to disassociate. I haven’t said more than strictly necessary, or perhaps even less than that. Not that it’s something bad, I think if we all said only what is necessary there wouldn't be so much ear pollution in the world. "Excuse this inept, he never speaks," Kyle sneers and punches my arm, still chewing like an animal. I look at