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Morgan Rivero is the leader of the most powerful mafia in the country. Romeo Mazzaro, also known as Lucifer, is the leader of the second most powerful mafia, and is rapidly catching up.
Morgan is set to make Romeo, the heartless gang le...
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•Morgan•
I wake up in the middle of the night with a pulsating headache. I grab my phone to check the time, 2:27am. Slowly, I get up and make my way downstairs to the kitchen and start looking around the cupboards for some pills to ease the pain of my headache. "What are you doing?" A voice says from behind me.
"I was looking for some pills to stop my head from hurting", I turn to face him.
"Sit down", he gestured to the island. "I'll get you some". I pull a chair out from the island and sit down, holding my head in my hands. "Here", he places a glass of water and two pills down for me.
"Thanks", I whisper as he takes a seat opposite me.
"Um.. I—I'm sorry", he mumbles, almost inaudibly.
"Sorry what?" My head shoots up.
"I said I'm sorry", he mumbles again, avoiding eye contact.
"I can't hear you", I try to hide my smile.
"I said I'm sorry for pushing you off the couch", he says, clearer.
"Hmm", I pause for a moment. "Apology accepted".
"Good, because you'll never hear those words come out of my mouth again", I chuckle, quietly. "Now go to bed", he says, quietly.
"Okay, goodnight", I stand up, walking towards the door. "Oh, uhm.. Romeo?" I turn to face him. "Thanks for, you know, letting me stay here and actually being nice.. most of the time", he smiles softly at me, a real smile. I turn back around and make my way to bed.
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"Morning. Breakfast is downstairs. Don't go out", Romeo says as he walks into my room, on his phone.. as usual.
"But what if I want to see my friends?"
"What friends?" He snorts, looking up from his phone. I give him a blank stare. "Oh, you're being serious?"
"I have friends", I mumble.
"Just, tell them to come over or something. But make sure they're gone by the time I get home".
"Really?" My eyes light up. "What time are you coming back?"
"Probably like five", he says. I check the time, that's in eight hours. "Okay bye", he walks out of my room, shutting the door. Immediately after he leaves, I grab my phone to text the twins.
