From ancient times, the Rodriguez family has always been loyal to the now notorious Gongalez family mafia.
Their long-standing connection had been established many years ago. Back in the day, La Famiglia was made up of just a small group of men who lived in poverty in the south of Italy. Over time, the bond between the two families strengthened as the Gongalez family's power increased. This just meant that it was normal for Aurelio Carlos Gongalez to provide shelter for Sebastian Rodriguez's wife and daughter following his terrible passing. Sebastian passed away while serving La Famiglia, it was truly tragic that he had to leave before his seven year old daughter and wife. From that moment on, Aurelio vowed to welcome his second in command's wife and child into his protection, willing to risk his life for them, as La Famiglia always looked out for their own. After Aurelio's passing, his eldest and only son took on the role of leading the Gongalez family mafia, carrying on the tradition of charitable acts. Alejandro alone had grander aspirations for his criminal organization. He had intervened and led La Famiglia far from a dubious operation that extended across the southern regions of Italy. A previously small state mafia family expanded to become the biggest family worldwide, with members scattered across the globe. And you may be wondering what became of the Rodriguez family. Shortly after the tragic night of Sebastian's death, his wife and daughter were sent a great distance. Laura Rodriguez was relocated to America in order to start a fresh life where her lovely daughter would be safe from harm. Even with the announcement of Aurelio's passing, they were not allowed to come back home. After Alejandro assumed control, they never had to revisit the past. Once La Famiglia grew and made roots in America, Laura was reunited with them and secured a position of prestige. Nonetheless, her daughter remained untainted by the darkness and sin of the Gongalez Family mafia. Only when it became completely essential. She was a genuine princess, secluded from a world of wrongdoing and immorality thanks to the ironic protection of the most sinful individual. La Principessa heard tales of the amazing man her mama said was keeping them safe. The man whom her mother referred to as the prince. Her mother praised him a lot. Only sharing stories with Camila, a sixteen-year-old girl, about the man she would never have to encounter if everything went as planned. A man she would only encounter in case something happened to her mother. It was an alert. One that Camila ignored until it was too late and she found herself in the clutches of the devil in disguise three years later. However, even those with the most strength still possess their own vulnerabilities. A vulnerability of that kind. A weapon of such immense power that its destructive effects could spread rapidly, affecting everything in its path. In this tale, that weapon was a nineteen-year-old troublemaker who was grieving the death of her mother. A girl who took solace in the monster.Mamá's beauty explained why these men were staring at me, just like I was. It might likewise have had to do with the way that we looked frightfully indistinguishable. But the constant staring made even I feel uneasy. I was secured in a room with individuals I scarcely knew, examining my moms will when it was just ever mamá and I residing in a pleasant two story home in suburbia of Los Angelos. Why were all of these unrelated men required to be here? Family is the only group that has a right to be here. That only comprised Ethan and myself. "Why are so many people gathered here? It is only intended for family?" To the man on my left, who is playing Candy Crush on his phone, I mutter. His blue eyes catch mine as Ethan sighs. "I know it's a ton to take in Principessa. However, these people are family. These were individuals your mamá thought about family." As he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, he spoke slowly. I give a small sigh and a nod, aware that, unlike me, ma
. . . "So you're going out to move to a much greater one?" Mason throws himself onto my now-empty mattress and murmurs. I huff for the millionth time and send him a glare however fortunately Ava beats me to expressing what's on both our psyches. "Could you just shut up and leave? Genuinely you've been holding that case this entire time. While we," She movements between us, "Have been doing all the truly difficult work." "And I'm expected to do the heavy lifting because?" Mason raises his dark eyebrows. I squint my eyes at the man youngster before me. My dearest companion was this near making me crazy. Even if I had been alone for the last three weeks of my break from school, I would have wished for a needle and thread to see his big, fat mouth shut after just one minute with him. I have no idea why I would want to spend my time with such a jerk, but Mason was my first friend when I moved to the United States, and we instantly clicked. Furthermore, our fellowship had possibly for
"Principessa, you're going to love it here. You and the other men in the inner circle will be closer to you". Ethan says in my ear as I gaze through of the window and out onto the confined street we turn onto. Our driver brings us to a stop in front of a large iron gate with cameras and men outside who are having trouble concealing their guns. Guns that make me very awkward. Regardless of whether my family was well established with the Italian mafia, I was not one who appreciated brutality nor was I presented to it. I was constantly shielded away from that side of La Famiglia and I liked to keep it as such. The window rolls down permitting one of the scary men to move toward the vehicle. Naturally, I tense and force back yet fortunately Ethan's not too far off to fold his arm over me and bring me into his side defensively. "They're cool, Tweety, they're simply here to safeguard you." He murmurs, but instead of trusting his words, I bury my head into his side and take pleasure in
Rest was something that never worked out easily except if I was joined by mamá. Realizing that she was going to lay close to me and watch over me until I nodded off generally hushed me into a condition of happiness. Thus it just checked out that I was unable to nod off in this new lovely room. The nervousness of being in another spot was making me crazy thus when I understand rest won't come I sit up in my bed. I'd went through my day meeting a portion of the men and getting to know the staff. I'd carried on with an agreeable existence with mamá, yet we weren't sufficiently rich to have house cleaners, groundkeepers and others chipping away at call. This was an alternate sort of riches. The remainder of my night had been spent in my new room where I'd prepared for bed. Realizing I was in the solace of my room, I slipped on my number one two piece sleepwear set. It was a white two piece number, a combination of trim and silk which caused me to feel charming yet hot simultaneous
Concluding I needed to simply leave, I fixed my arms around myself and gesture reluctantly. His eyes holding misgiving and vulnerability, filter my face before he goes to step nearer however at that point stops himself as though reconsidering it. "Kindly go ahead and me know whether there is anything I can do. I realize my activities don't demonstrate it, yet I'm here to help", he says genuinely. I gaze back at him, my tears drying all over as I give him an unconvinced gesture, realizing all I needed was to avoid him. However, before he can say anything more, I transform and hurry off into my room, just permitting myself to inhale once I know I'm in the wellbeing of my bed. It didn't take a total virtuoso to understand that was Alejandro Gonzalez - the man that should have been dealing with me. However he appeared everything except mindful. . . . Breakfast was served first thing and it was like custom for every one of the men to assemble and eat together in the lounge area. I