The Games Of The Heart

before I went to bed. I hear footsteps around me, and I finally understand why my beautiful sleep was interrupt

do yourself a favour and open y

r flows down to her waist against her beautiful tan skin. Her oval face holds a smile on those rosy lips of hers, which says she is happy to be disturbing me from my sleep. Like every little girl ou

to get up and get ready. Our flight

o leave tonight? Why are we lea

ly. Your father will explain at breakfast,

aven’t even fi

g? We have been talking abou

ng the day since we were

breakfast. I will have some

ing up from the bed to

I walk outside to the pool area, where my whole family is

veryone,” I say,

ers. He is 6 feet tall, well-built for a man of his age, has dark brow

French toast. He is 6 feet tall like my father, has a well-built body, dark brown ha

d by our beautif

we had to move the time of

we leave” The whole family is travelling to Sicily. Dad has a busi

arlier than planned because he might no

lright

w book. I am an author, but I studied business management in school with a minor in English literature. I have not pu

o be joked with. I hear a knock on my door, and I drag my lazy ass to ope

m,” I say, walkin

s the blinds. I shield my eyes with my hands from the s

slept through

d you to get the hang of

ill,

to come along with me tomorrow. I am visiting an

siting Mrs.

see Aurora. I know it’s been ages

e we last saw. What time

have brunch together, so make sur

rry, mom;

little seconds I spent looking around were what saved mom’s and my life. The second the driver opened the door was the same time his life went up in flames. I was never more afraid for my life and mom’s like I was that day, and you would think been born into the mafia world would prepare me for such moments, but it does not. The minute our car went up in flames was also when the glass windows around us all started breaking into pieces from the gunshots fired around us. The bodyguards were quick to action by firing back, but it did not stop my pounding heart that day. Mom and I ran back into the mall to get away from the shooting. She quickly called dad and asked me to hide in the bathroom of

ds to a magnificent home. He parks the car in the driveway and quickly comes around to open the door for mom and I. I step outside to be greeted by Mrs

ia; it’s been ages,” Mrs. Costa

atherine. I have missed you,

re you doing, dear,” Mrs. Costanz

thank you

show you my new wine cellar; you are going to lo

taste them,” Mo

lier that goes really well with the white and golden painting of the walls and ceiling. The chairs are traditional white sofas, and there is a golden glass centre table. I take my seat on a one armchair while mom and Mrs. Costanzo sit on a two-arm cha

o please, whe

training in the backyard. I didn’t tell her you were comin

that. I rather surprise her

you still remember you

nd get up from the s

ew, but Aurora is still winning the fight, and to finish it off, she has him between her legs with him on the floor; he either taps out or chokes to death. I walk closer to them so she could see me,

e life out of me with her hug. Aurora has blue eyes, brunette hair

vacation, and I know you are very

e you. Can you remember the last time we saw e

, but I am thrill

ything going on in your life; we

to hear yours too, but y

uns away, then we can go inside together,” Auror

so a mafia family. That was one of the reasons it was so easy to become good friends with her. I didn’t have to worry about her finding out my f

thing that has happened in our lives these past years. After Au

our life I should know about,” Au

there is none, b

t, but I am not dati

he Aurora I know always had a boyf

I wanted to experience real love and w

ieve they were wasting your time

d I hope you s

no guy has wowed me yet,

el, and with time,