*sings pretty hurts by Beyoncé whilst reading this i don't know why*
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"Chop chop." I rush Dominico, taking a seat on the couch.
"What are you rushing me for amore?" He raises an eyebrow at me.
"Call the hooker you were fucking yesterday 'amore' not me." I shoot him a sarcastic smile.
"I wasn't fucking anyone?" He looks at me confused.
Then he realises I am talking about the little phone call we had.
"If you must know, I was actually fighting for my life with that bitch." He scoffs.
"Awh, what did she do? Suffocate you with her boobs?" I roll my eyes at him.
"No she actually shot me in the arm." He says so casually.
"Wait what-? Are you ok?" I suddenly panic rushing to his arm to examine it.
"Chill I'm fine, it's just a bullet." He shrugs.
"Just A BULLET. Are you cra-" he brings his finger to my lip to shut me up.
"Nice to know you care so much." He smirks.
"I don't." I fold my arms in annoyance.
"You're just important to the Mafia, it's nothing personal." I push it away knowing damn well that it's very personal.
" of course it isn't." He smirks.
"I'm sorry that I have to tell you this," he begins taking a step towards me in an attempt to touch me.
"Woah, sir you can stay exactly over there." I announce, backing up a little.
"Call me sir again." He smirks.
This kinky motherfu-
"Dominico spit it out and stop stalling please." I roll my eyes.
He throws me his phone, confusing me nevertheless I pick it up and my heart stops when I see my mother.
Alive and well...on a fucking beach.
"What the hell is this?" My voice shocked and hurt.
"Looks like your mom is in Armenia, alive and happy." He sighs.
"Oh and so is Natalia's gangster ass mother." He adds.
"Does she know this?" I question.
He shakes his head causing my heart to drop a little more.
Wait, my moms alive?
A burning feeling fills my entire body, what is it? Rage? My blood boils as I feel betrayed, angered and simply crushed.
Throwing Dominico's phone across the room it shatters on a wall causing his jaw to drop.
"I would have liked to keep that." He raises an eyebrow at me.
Though, I am too caught up in my emotions, I drop myself back on the couch breaking down, not physically. No tears spill from my eyes, no frustration appears across my face yet inside I'm crushed.
How could she?
How could they?
My own mother, faked her death knowing how it would tear me apart, she left me to live on a beach in fucking Armenia.
Do you know what the worst part is?
She knew that once she 'died' I would have a whole Mafia after my head yet for some reason that was ok with her.
I still can't comprehend the idea that she would do that. Not my mother, the women that spent her whole life protecting me she wouldn't just throw me to the wolves.
"Sienna fiamma?" (Flame). Dominico draws me out of my thoughts.
"I can't hate her! Why can't I hate her?" I question stunned.
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Mafia princess
RomanceWhat does it mean to be a family? More so, what lengths do we go to for family? Sienna D'Angelo was a regular girl with an unusual upbringing. She always felt out of place in her lifestyle, though it wasn't until he mothers death where she found out...
