SeraphinaRicardo Lopez.I wasn't scared. I used to convince myself that I wasn't.But now, after seeing him, right here infront of with the very same wicked and evil smirk, I couldn't help but shiver violently on the bed.This man had the aura of making people tremble, just like when Agostino had his blank expression on, just his was nastier."Bella, oh, Bella. Does it hurt?"My eye twitched.His concern was a facade.His words were fake.Ricardo Lopez was a literal fake, ass manipulator.I looked at the door, back at him and then again at the door. Cyrus, where are you?"He won't come, Bella," he declared, his smirk widening as he intook my blank expression and somehow he knew I wanted to ask the reason. "My men and him. A good combo don't you think, Bella?"I gathered my strength and finally muttered, "don't bring him into this mess.""But Bella, you were the one to bring him in the first place, si? Just like your other pests."I clutched the sheets, tightly."Don't do anything to
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
Gazing out from the window, she blew out a breath. Her heart begging to go hug them, specially him. She wanted to hear the nickname he always called her. The special one.She was always called the ‘Little Agostinio’ by her family.Sienna and Seraphina weren't identical but Seraphina was always mistaken as Agostino's younger twin. The similarities were immense.Her room was still the same. White colored with a queen sized bed attached to the wall. A walk in-closet and an attached bathroom. Beside the window, was a study table and just a few meters away was a vanity mirror with a several lotions and perfumes placed on it. A big sized television embedded in the wall, opposite to the bed.Only the thing missing was the plushies she kept on her bed when she was younger.Her thoughts lingering back to the days when they were a happy family but it all vanished in thin air.Knocking, the maid walked inside with a small smile on her face. “Madam, you are called for dinner.” Breaking away her g
SeraphinaAlfonso led me to the third floor where Agostino had his office.The place was nearly deserted.Knocking, he stepped inside followed by myself. “Sit, he’ll be here in five minutes.” A small smile grazed his face as he turned around and walked out, closing the door behind him.Taking a seat on the comfortable chair infront of the huge table, I heaved out a sigh in anger. Only if he had kept his mouth close --Looking around, I scanned the humongous office. The walls were painted in grey and black with no hint of white to it. It was dark just like my soul. A large bookshelf placed on the left, almost covering all of the wall and beside it was a mini bar, several different liquor placed on the isle. Large windows with black curtains draped over it. Opposite to it was a huge oak table with a cushion chair behind it. Several leather sofas placed near the other walls.Leaning backwards, I closed my eyes, cursing on the anger that got the best of me. The ache was burning on my skin