Two notorious mafias in Italy one is ruled by Gabriella Sangriento and the other is ruled by Giovanni Carson.
Both of their gangs loathe each other, no words can describe their hate.
Both mafias encounter information about their leaders and they wi...
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2 months ago
"WHAT'S WRONG?" I questioned Giovanni.
He's been quiet these days. I don't know if I did something wrong or if he's having second thoughts about us.
We are currently at his house, it's cold outside so he suggested we start a fire and cuddle.
He pulled me closer and began to play with my hair. "Nothing," he whispered.
My back is pressed against his body while we lay on the carpet, a blanket covering our bodies. I proceeded to watch the fire slowly burn the wood.
"What happens after this?" His voice came out soft. I narrowed my eyebrows, lifting my head to find Giovanni already staring at me. "What do you mean?" I replied.
"All this," he said.
What happens after this?
I haven't had time to think about that. I don't usually think about the future. I don't know where I see myself in ten years.
Dead maybe.
Or
I stepped down and someone else took my place.
"I don't know," I answered truthfully. "What about starting your own family?" Says Giovanni when he catches my gaze.
I cleared my throat.
"I don't plan on starting my own family."
I don't think I would be suited to be a mother. When I was a teenager I decided to not have kids. I don't want to bring my child into this unpleasant world.
The fact that I am a criminal with enemies will be a risk. Being paranoid 24/7 knowing that my child isn't safe even with me breaks my heart.
"What about you?" I murmur. "I plan on starting a family." he smiles to himself, and for some inexplicable reason, I find myself blushing.
"Whoever will be the mother of your kids is lucky."
He raises his eyebrows, a cool gleam in his eyes. Giovanni and I stare at each other. It's like he's trying to read me. Pressing my forehead against his, I bit my lower lip and continued to admire him.
"You would be a great mother Gabriella," he whispered, placing his hand on my right cheek.
I leaned in, closed my eyes, and sighed. "I don't see it."
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