They're deadly, each representing a different sin. She has the power to bring out the good in all of them.
Elora Anderson discovers that she is actually a Maranzano, family of the deadliest Mafia, although she doesn't know that yet.
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This chapter will include Enzo's POV at the end, because a lot of you asked for it :)
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Elora's POV:
We all sit in an awkward silence, waiting for someone to say something. The silence kills me, so I decide that I need to say something.
"So where are we going?" I ask quietly, still in shock of what just happened.
"We're going to our office, Stellina. We need to talk a little and then we'll stay in some of the rooms there." Enzo says in a soft voice, that I didn't think I'd ever hear from him. (little star)
"Ok." Their office? I thought that was at home, but I guess not. We pull up to a big office building and park in the parking lot. We walk through the door and I start to look around. The building is very tall and has lots of glass windows. There's lots of people on the first floor and security stationed at the door.
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I notice everyone stop and stare at my brothers. I mean it is their building, so I guess that makes sense. We step in an elevator and go pretty far up. Once we exit the elevator, I notice that this floor is very different from the first one. It's more formal looking, with less people and more security. I guess this is where they do their business.
We go over to what looks like a conference room, that a few people are already sitting in. Everyone immediately stands up as my brothers enter the room. I inch closer to Dom, who notices my movements and grabs my hand. Everyone greets my brothers, still standing.
"Sedersi." Enzo commands them, while I just stand there not knowing what he said. (Sit)
Everyone sits down, including my brothers and Dom signals me to sit next to him. So I guess whatever he said, means sit. My gaze drops to my lap, intimidated by the people in the room. But then I realize something; I am Elora fucking Maranzano. I do NOT get intimidated by stupid men. I lift my head high and study the unknown faces in the room.
There's 5 men that I don't know. They all look like they're in their 20s or 30s. They're pretty much all built the same- bulky and tall with an expression that's supposed to scare people. Key words: supposed to.
"Elora, these are all trusted members of my company. I hope that you feel comfortable talking in front of them, as you do with us." Enzo says to me. Wow, sis really think I'm scared of these guys?
"Why wouldn't I?" I say confidently, looking straight into Enzo's eyes. For some reason, the men in the room seemed shocked that I talked for myself.
Enzo clears his throat, as a signal for everyone to turn their attention back to him. "As you all know, our personal residence was attacked today by the Russians. This is the start of a war, and we can't let them win. Now this attack shouldn't even have happened, I want all the guards on duty this morning, fired and double the security put in. We need to think carefully of our next steps, this could be one of our most powerful moves." Enzo commands while I sit there trying to understand what he's talking about.
