SeraphinaI was shocked---scratch that, I felt hurt.Enrico dangerously glared at me.His hand tightened around my forearm. "Did you slap her?" He calmly asked, however I could feel the anger radiating out of him.I tilt my head and glance at Alfonso, whose eyes were fixed on my scar instead of Sienna's cheek."Yes or no?" He roughly shook me, diverting my attention back to him. "So what?" I questioned instead.His orbs darkened and his hand further tightened, almost cutting the blood supply. "Repeat.""And why would I do that?" I argued. If he thinks, he can make his way around with his words, then he is clearly wrong. I, Seraphina wasn't the one to bow down."Because i'm asking you to." He sneered."Enrico, stop." Alfonso came forward, placing his hand on his wrist which was securely holding me in place. "Why the fuck should I? Just because you feel sorry for her? Oh don't tell me you actually think this scar is real?" Enrico hissed, like an angry lion.Before Alfonso and I could sa
Seraphina"And what do you mean by that?"I cross my arms over my chest as I scan his face looking for any emotions however he had none, just like Agostino---no, i'd say worse than that.Why was he even talking to me in the first place?Vlad leans back on the bench and shrugs. "Kinda felt like saying it."My eye lowered in confusion. This man clearly just stared, never once initiating a conversation with me, so why now?"Come straight to the point."He momentarily glanced at me before looking back the open ground. "Clever, yes?"I remained quiet and he inhaled a deep sigh. "Alright, yes. I do have a purpose.""Spill.""Giovanni and Cyrus, are your men right?"I chocked on my spit as my head whiplashed towards him. "W-What?""They are." He nods to himself as if my outburst completely made his hypothesis true.I swiftly shake my head. "No."His head turns ever so slightly with an amused hum."They are not." I pressed. However I knew he clearly knew I was lying on his face.He nods again
SeraphinaOne thing I truly despised was standing in between two judgemental stares. If there was a way to get rid of this, I really could have dug my own grave down and hibernated like a snail in disguise."And you still are, a coward." I nonchalantly stated, not at all bothered to hear what he had to say.Fulvio glanced between us, confused. "Hold on, what is going on here?"My orbs diverted to him, shrugging. "I don't know, ask your little brother."Fulvio cocked his brow at Vito, waiting, so he could answer his unanswered questions.Vito ignored him entirely, keeping his gaze frozen at me. I crossed my arms under my chest. "What? Can't face your brother?"His eyes suddenly glistened and somehow my heart found it skipping a beat. "Will you forgive me?"I force out a laugh. "Forgive? And you? Aren't you a bit delusional?""I am no---""For fucks sake, tell me what is going on?!" Fulvio harshly cut him off. His anger was quite visible on his face, even a fat blue vein popped on his f
Characters:The father (deceased) Ex Italian Mafia don;Alessio Di Modica - 49The mother (deceased);Renie Smith - 47Step-father (deceased??);Ronald Smith - 50Sisters; Seraphina Smith/Di Modica (Younter twin) - 16Sienna Di Modica (Older twin) - 16Brothers; Agostino Di Modica (Current Italian Mafia Don) - 29Alfonso Di Modica (2nd in command) - 28Enrico Di Modica (Mafia Doctor) - 26Fulvio Di Modica (Congilere)- 23Savio Di Modica (In university and a tattoo artist) -20Raffaello Di Modica (Older twin and in highschool) - 18Rosario Di Modica (Younger twin and in highschool) - 18Vito Di Modica (In highschool) - 17Love interest. The next don of Russian Mafia;Vlad Kozlov - 19 ----------This book is actually based on my very own imagination. This story contains violence and abusive language. Hate, blood and much more. Viewers below 18, proceed with care. I know there too many characters to remember that's why I wrote this chapter. But there are also several other charact
The cold breeze flew by the girl who was busy lighting up the lighter repetitively yet absentmindedly. Her back rested against the wooden plank in the dark alley.Her target was just several seconds away from where she sat. The black cloak covering her petite body with the hood draped over head.The ground vibrated underneath her, indicating that it was time for action. Getting up, she dragged herself towards the end with a smirk resting on her face. Taking ahold of the gun from her waist, she placed the silencer on top it.Crossing her feet, she leaned casually on the rough edged wall, comfortably.“Leaving so soon?” She lowly spoke, grabbing the attention of the man who stood several feet away with his phone latched on his ear.He abruptly ended the call and turned around. His eyes dilating at the creepy human who was playfully twirling her gun on her index. “W-Who are you?” He hastily stuttered, gripping the phone tightly within his palm.Tilting her head, she swiftly clutched the
“No where.”“Do you take me as a joke?” He asked, coming forward. A sloppy smirk resting on his wrinkly face.She shook her head and backed away.Launching forward, he grabbed her arm and yanked her towards the living room. “Give me the fucking bottles.” He slurred, his breath reeking of alcohol. “I don't have money.” She said, the vulnerability surfing on her body.Her other hand prying his hand away from the tight grip. “Shut up, liar.” He roared, throwing her away towards the shattered glass. She yelped when her back come in contact with the sharp edges.“Bitch, you’re just like your mother. Pathetic and needy.”He crouched down and took an empty bottle of the beer from the floor. “You know what, you deserve to rot and die.” He moved towards her, stumbling over his own feet. “You’re worthless and despicable, that is why your father fucking left you with your shameless mother.”Her breath hitched. The slight pain she once felt, became numb at the mention of her father. Her memories
A new day whilst the same agony.Struggling, Seraphina got up from the very same position she stayed after midnight. Her eyes glanced at the watch on her wrist. It read -- 5:00 am.Getting ahold of an old full sleeved t-shirt and jeans, she prepared herself for the upcoming day.Gazing at herself in the mirror, she looked rather okay after a bit makeover. Her raven mid-back length hair tied up in a high ponytail with several short pieces poking out in a messy way. Her sapphire eyes were something she was never never proud of. The color was light yet dark at the same time with specks of hazel, if you looked closely at it. A small button nose with a cute pout shaped lips and prominent cheekbones. She was tall, almost 5′7 in height but was slim.Her face was all concealed up. Not a single hint of abuse lingered on her face.Grabbing her torn up bag, she strolled out of her room. Descending down, she made her way towards the kitchen to cook something for Ronald. A sigh escaping her mouth
The flight to Los Angeles was okay. She had strided out from the airport after the checking and was sitting on the bench cross-legged for the past few hours feeling contaminated from the emotions overflowing within her.Her trail of thoughts broke when she saw an old man in a suit approaching her with a banner in his hand. “Madam Seraphina?” He questioned. She nodded at him blankly. “Sorry for the late behavior, I had just received the orders half an hour before so I immediately raced here.”“Its okay.” She replied, absentmindedly. He brought his hands towards her bag but she instantly shook her head in a no. Nodding, they both went to the luxurious car that awaited for them.Getting in, she plugged the earphones back in her ears, to avoid any unnecessary interaction. Silence lingered around them as they drove back to the state they lived in.The old man -- Gary Willows tried to interact but she wasn't just in the mood.Her eyes took in the mesmerizing scenery. She had last seen Ameri