||BOOK 2||
||Sequel of Regina In Revenge||
||THIS BOOK CANNOT BE READ AS A STANDALONE||
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The Russo's are back in New York. It's been months since that dreadful day in the infirmary room of the English Mafia...
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I wake up super early, considering that usually happens when I have an 'episode.' since my brain fears going through it again, I don't get much sleep.
Insomniac trauma filled people! *Eyeroll*
Changing into a running outfit and I go for a jog along the track that led to the forests inside our estate.
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"Emi!" Caleb waved at me as I neared the main door. "We're waiting! Breakfasts ready!" He shouted and was about to put his arms around me as I stepped into the house.
"Eeekk!" I squeeked. "Don't touch me! I'm sweaty." I snapped. "And I generally don't like people touching me." I back off as politely as possible.
You on your period?
Shut up bitch!
I sprint upstairs and have a quick bath before and change of clothes before returning to the dining room to see everyone present there. I say my good mornings and take a seat beside Armani and Ryan. I was wearing a full sleeve tie dye t-shirt and ripped jeans.
"Princess," dad called me from the head of the table. "You'll be having your last stage of being sworn into the Mafia. You have to extract information from one of the prisoners and then kill them." Dad instructed.
"Do I get to pick?" I ask him, curiousity dancing in every word I said.
"Yes Princess." Dad replied.
"Good." I say and continue with breakfast.
"come se potesse uccidere, l'abbiamo visto ieri" I hear Isaac mutter from opposite to me. I see Nicole look at me from beside him.
(Like she could kill, we all saw it yesterday) [Italian]
"no será mi primero" I mutter back in Spanish. Isaac looks at me, confused. Which makes a smirk appear on my face.
