Soft Addiction

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th me whenever he got home, and cared deeply about me, but things changed after my mom's death. My dad remarried my stepmother, Carolina. Carolina was from a very powerful Mafia family. Her family was powerful and respected enough. At first they were against their marriage because my dad wasn't part of the Mafia. My father, whom I thought joined the mafia because of his love for Caroline, soon turned into a power-hungry monster. Caroline helped fuel his inner desire to be powerful, making sure to do whatever it took to rise to the top. My father went from the loving man who took care of me when I was a kid to a power-hungry monster who would do anything for power without minding who it affected. I had always found the basement to be my little hideaway, a place where I could escape the constant noise and chaos of our mansion. Today, I brought my sketchbook, hoping to capture some peace and quiet. As I settled into my favorite corner. It wasn't long before I heard some footsteps and gentle whispers that were laced in voices filled with authority. Curiosity got the best of me. I moved closer, my heart pounding. The voices grew clearer, and I recognized one of them immediately-my father. He was speaking in that low, authoritative tone he used for business. I crouched behind an old bookshelf, peeking through a gap. My father stood with his back to me, facing a tall, shadowy figure. The air was thick with tension. I heard a voice, deep, filled with confidence, and yet gentle. "So, what's the deal?" the voice asked "I need you to book an appointment for me with Lorenzo," my dad replied. Why is my dad booking an appointment to meet Lorenzo? Is he trying to kill someone for power? Curiosity gripped me as I listened closely. "What do you want with Lorenzo? You couldn't deliver a simple task he gave you. He already lo