Mafia's girl

The meet

Hey reader,
•Thank you for choosing to start this story!

Hope you will like this story, make sure to leave comments along the way.I know most of you are from TikTok haha, so I really hope you enjoy this book however don't be disappointed with the first chapter because it gets so much better, I know it's not that amazing at first but I have tried my best.
I am very young, I'm not as talented as other writers. I promise I have tried hard to make this a good story.

(TW's are involved in this story pls don't read if it's uncomfortable)

Warnings (there may be more):
•sexual/descriptive scenes
•swearing
.abuse
•violence

•also don't read if you hate bad grammar because I'm not the best with it.

-I have tried my best to make this story good, some parts might not make sense at first as this was my first proper story.
I promise it's worth carrying on!

-In the story the main characters father called Elijah has name errors throughout the story, if you see the name Eliza this means Elijah.

-Follow one of the main characters Instagram, andre_castillox !!

THERE IS SMUT... I PROMISE BUT ITS WORTH THE WAIT

Love you all!!
Enjoy...
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Ring Ring Ring...
Ring Ring Ring...
Ring Ring Ring...

"Urgh" I groaned after ignoring the loud noises from my phone and grabbing it finally.

I didn't even bother to look at the screen but I awnsered anyways, "hello? Why the hell are you calling me so early just go away-"

"Finally! What have you been doing? I called you 10 times." I knew straight away the voice was my best friend, Rene.

"I was sleeping, It's 6am you know?" I replied with a sleepy voice.
Calling me at 6am for what?

"I was going to ask you to come out tonight! A new club opened down town and I want you to come" She shouted down the phone, I squinted and rubbed my head from the aching pains flowing throughout my body.

"Urgh, just because someone opened a new club i have to come?" I replied.

"Of course! Don't you wanna have some fun?" She screamed, I could almost hear her excitement through the phone.

"Fine, what time?" I said, finally giving in, I really hated partying. I hate everyone.

"9pm bitch Make sure you wear something nice." She said, implying an insult.

"What is that supposed to mea-" she hung up on me just after I was about to finish my sentence.

I walked over to my wardrobe and grabbed my most expensive dress which I only kept for a special occasions. It was black and flowy and hugged my curves with a heart neckline.
(Hours and hours past while she goes on with her day)

Once I put it on I felt amazing, I looked amazing. I realised I had spent too much time worrying about if I looked decent when the time hit 10am I quickly grabbed some hair products then straightened my hair, pinning it back with a small black hair tie, I applied light foundation following with mascara and lipgloss.