^^VITO’S POV^^Waking up with a start, I had expected to be alone by this time because Juno might have woken up but to my surprise, she was still cuddled up in my arms, sleeping soundly. I didn't plan to sleep here, I remember sitting in the living room, waiting for her to get home from work but instead received a message from her saying she wanted to stay back for a while, so I felt it would be better if I stayed in her room and waited. But instead, I slept off. Taking a glance at the clock on the stand, although the moon was still evident illuminating the room, it was almost time for Juno to wake up. Taking in her features, I admired her long lashes, and her gentle face as she snoozed away. Despite all the changes made to her for this new mission, I could still see her old self right there, like back when we first met, I remembered finding her too graceful for a boy. Thinking back now, seeing Juno and Dion, the differences were glaring. For starters, the face, the eyes, Juno alw
^^DION’S POV^^In the situation I was currently in, never have I ever wished for my sister to be here more than I do right now.I know I treated her terribly at some point and said some mean stuff but c’mon, siblings tend to fight all the time and they settle. It’s not like I’ve ever wished her bad, things were just the way they were because of the household we found ourselves in.“You sickos…let go of me!" I yelled as I struggled against the men carrying me away.I was taking a stroll when suddenly I was cornered into some lonely street by a black van and some guys rushed out surrounding me. I was about to be taken captive again.This was the second time this had happened to me since Juno my sister absconded to be with the Costellos’. I mean this misfortune wouldn't be going on right now if she hadn't left in the first place.Right from when we were little, the both of us never really got along, we were more or less like two sides of a coin. We were attached of course as twins but we
^^DION’S POV continued^^“Shut up, we need to get out of here before the cops show up” Juno yelled back at me as she almost nearly crashed into another parked car as we made our way out of the narrow route.“Focus on driving then” I screamed out at her again“I can’t drive and neither can you” she gritted out after finding a safe place for us to get off. And besides, if there was anything else we had in common aside from our looks we could not drive.We weren’t just cut out for it.“Can you at least untie me?” I asked and Juno sighed before grabbing her knife from her boots and cutting me loose. I looked around in the vehicle for any piece of clothing to wipe my face clean from the stains of blood from earlier, and then we both stepped out with me walking behind her.“Aren’t you supposed to be with security? How did you manage to get in their hands?” she asked suddenly breaking the silence“Was just in the area, strolling, or am I not old enough to do so” I lashed out and Juno sighed
Navigating through my day at work was tiring, of course, I got there late which I hated and I couldn’t focus much because of how my day started. The one time I decided to walk to work, well that's the last time I'm ever doing that. Seeing Dion, really just ruined my whole day.It was still so unbelievable because what are the chances that that had happened just as I was passing by? I did contemplate helping him though but seeing how pathetic Dion looked made me feel some type of way and ruled out any negative thoughts I had about him in that moment.He was still my blood regardless.Letting out a sigh, I knew I didn't want to think about it all anymore but our argument kept bothering me. The way Dion seemed ignorant about how our lives had turned out, or was he just pretending? Or was he playing some type of card game trying to convince himself that he didn’t have a hand in all this? One way or the other he had a large role to play and although I didn’t blame him entirely, maybe I jus
Being born into existence, I found myself destined to live in a world ruled by tradition. How? You may ask. I was born eight minutes before my brother, Dion, making me the invisible twin in a lineage obsessed with male dominance.In the Mafia world, the Genovese Empire, our family stood as one the most ancient and powerful clans in the country. Known for a multitude of infamous deeds, we held dominion over numerous smaller groups as well as having a strong hold over their activities.My parents, being staunch believers of tradition, upheld the age-long belief that only male children could ascend as the Heir apparent, sentencing me to a life concealed from the spotlight. Being raised in a Mafia household, as a female wasn’t easy, it was even worse knowing you had only one reason for being alive, one function. It was my assigned duty to protect my brother with my life. Growing up as kids, Dion and I were never really close, despite being twins we hardly ever saw or played with each ot
As I lay in bed, the relief I felt was second to none, I was sweaty, and my body was in pain from the usual training sessions. I desperately needed a shower but was too exhausted for that right now. Training usually took place multiple times a week and could go on for hours and hours, my tutors never took a chill pill with me.The halls were quiet, dimly lit, holding secrets and lessons from years down the line. Finally getting up to get a bath, letting the water run down my body washing off the evidence of my hard work, my mind slipped. Flashbacks from my childhood to my present painted pictures that were deeply intertwined with the mysterious world of the Mafia. As I began to understand the world around me, I discovered it wasn't like other kids' lives. Instead of the usual play and innocence, my days were about learning combat and survival strategies, lessons that weren't part of a normal childhood.My teachers were secretive figures tied to our family's history. They didn't teach
Deciding to act on instinct, I quietly stepped back into my room pretending to be asleep. It was a tradition for me to keep arms at every spot because you never know when danger could come knocking; apparently in my case danger was already waiting for me.I strained my ears to hear anything out of the ordinary, and though it was faint, I could hear the sound of my doorknob being turned. Someone was trying to break in, because no one in this family knocked, they barged in as they pleased, uncaring as to what I was doing. The fact that the doorknob was being slowly turned told me that it was an intruder and I gripped the knife under my pillow with one hand and my pillow in the other.Hearing my door creek, my heart racing with anxiety and adrenaline, I readied myself. There were only two sets of footsteps, their heavy boots weren't exactly keeping their presence masked as they thudded on the floor. When I sensed that one of the men was above me, I quickly jumped into action.Turning, I
Waking up with a start, I figured I was in an unfamiliar room. I suddenly remembered the actions that took place earlier. Why did I suddenly sleep off? I probably just made my situation worse. I desperately needed to know where I was.Looking around I noticed that this was a warehouse, which means it's spacious and easy to hear things going on. I could also notice a few security cameras. I was being watched. If I had any chance at getting out of here, I was going to have to either do it silently or take risks.I needed to think of a plan out of here so I had to endure whatever I was going to pass through. After a few days of being in captivity as my brother, it was the first time I've gone a full stretch being at it. At home in the privacy of my room, I could be myself, although I wasn’t sure how long I'd been in this room, from the times I've watched the sun go up and down from the barely there window, I figured I might have been here for at least three to four days or more.I was f