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her façade. I wasn't like others. I was taught to manipulate, to lie, to get

"Tell me who's really in charge.

if the weight of this revelation was something she had carried for too lon

said, her voice tinged with both frustration and exhaustion. "My husband, L

ruggle. There was more to the story, something deeper, something that Luciano's role had hidden from everyone, maybe even from her. She e

aid. Luciano wasn't the true head? That meant there was someone, something else controlling the

sing like a storm. "If Luciano wasn't the Don, then who

e the tension building in her-she was torn between protecting the secrets of her family and the bruta

arning. "If you know who was really in charge, tell me. This c

were revealing something monumental. The tension in the roo

st calculated. "Which means there is a head, Marco Leonard. He would be c

hift of power. The Mafia wasn't a game to these people; it was a kingdom, and this Marco Leonard was about to sit

ith a mix of reverence and arrogance. She was proud of him, of the

ing her daughter as a pawn, an alliance to solidify their standing, to cement their futur

leader-he was the linchpin, the person who could control everything. And I wasn't sure w

with amusement, yet carrying an edge. "And your daught

ning forces with this man, through marriage, would solidify her family's place. But

iquing, my tone casual but laced with a promise of danger. "And how sure a

erything aligning as it should. But then, her wo

ed a ball-a

old, but laced with genuine curiosity. It was a shift, subtle but telling. She ha

my attention or make me hesitate, it wouldn't work. But there was something about this ball, the way she said i

e, to take the bait. I was ready to be enlighten

ad learned long ago that sometimes the most valuable information came from waiting-wat

x of impatience and curiosity,

rong. She seemed relaxed about her husband's death. She di

differ

and make deals to prolong the affairs of their business. The don is also announced that very day." She said,

hen is the ball happen

held in Mafia main hall." Sh

an. I'll make sure I kill him; I have to be Donna." I

e it by tomorrow." I said an

al. I wanted nothing more than to inflict pain on the Stingers for the way they shattered my world. They had a

vanished without a trace, leavin

enge, I aligned myself with their most formidable enemies, the Mafia. It was a path paved

n't e

andering through the house aimlessly, I flung open the first door I came across. The r

like

or behind me and trailed round the room. I ope

ce pa

as hell and I thought who are my real parents and why did they dump me. When the stingers told me they found me in a ditch near the dumpster, I real

a living

rift into the darkness until I heard

the other side. I hissed loudly and didn't say a wor

when I fe

oaning, I dragged my tired ass butt to the bathroom. The bathroom looked like a room could fit in it.

l my hairs because it was always curled. Letting it fall to my back, I looked in the mirror and smile. I headed downstairs to find new set of gua

man as Reno, Luciano's and her lawyer. A quick

miliar but oh well I've stayed in this house to be well acquainted with her voice. The man stared at me shocked. His hazel eyes wide open

d on

e's a bitch and a murderer." H

say this? I'm an assassin not a bitch

ed it to be. I read every word and s

I smiled while the re

ve to respect me." Marilyn stared

isappeared and her doe eyes widen, "I

rom me and clung to her m

to seduce Marco during the ball, get what I wa

engaged during the ball." A loud devilish chuckle e

ack off" and I made my way

needed the help of that little bitch. Around what seemed like 11pm, I left out of my room and headed for that faggo

d walked into the room wit

suggest you help me get what I want