Rayna Ferrari lives a double life. A law abiding student by day, and the heir to the Cosa Nostra by night. But when her college life clashes with her responsibilities in the mafia, will she run and hide or will she fight back?
Antonio Monet is the s...
Immediately after Alessia leaves, I shoot out of bed, pulling the stupid tubes out of my arm. As if their drugs are gonna do shit. I scoff at the irony.
I make my way towards the built in bathroom. Stepping inside, I still feel groggy but it washes away as soon as I look in the mirror.
I look like a fucked up charity case. My dark brown hair is tangled up like a bird's nest, topped with a white bandage wrapped around my head. The green in my eyes is dulled out by the huge dark bags under my eyes. And I've always prided myself on being the person with the best tan in the room every time, but looking at my skin now, I shake my head.
Stripping myself from this horrific blue sheet they call hospital clothing, I step inside the shower. The hot water runs down my spine but I'm still cold. Shivering and cold.
Finally having finished the hottest and longest shower of my life, I dry myself with a towel and slip the pathetic looking sheet back on. Sitting on the edge of my bed I begin to zone out until the black box on the table catches my attention.
Smirking, I grab the box and open it. I scoff at the sight of my all too familiar gun lying in the box. with a folded up note on it.
I grab the note first and open it.
Gave you this gun once as a peace treaty and now I'm giving it to you again. But this time I want you to do something different with it. I may hate you but your mother was like the mom I never had. She deserves to be avenged. I trust you know where her funeral is taking place. -A
P.S. Thought you might want to come in style- I can tutor you on that sometime by the way, you really need it. Also those are real diamonds, so don't lose that shit.
I scoff and roll my eyes. I had expected the note to be some sort of mocking insult but instead, it warmed my heart. Well, all except for the last part.
I put the note to the side and lift up the gun. I realise it had been lying on something. A folded up fabric. I bring the black fabric up and unfold it, my hands roaming over the soft velvet texture of a dress. Under the dress was yet another black, folded up fabric, with am expensive looking diamond choker laid out on it. The second piece of clothing turned out to be a coat. And lastly, under that coat, were a pair of black stilettos.
No wonder the box was so damn big.
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*A/N: This is what I mean, but if you want to picture it differently, go ahead. The top right picture is just the coat not the whole fit.
He really didn't forget a single thing. What shocks me most is that I recognise the dress to be my own. How the hell he got into my room without me, or my guards for that matter, knowing beats me. But I'll definitely be giving him hell about it later.
I quickly change into the fit, tucking the gun into an inside pocket of my coat. Peering my head out the door, to look down the hallway, I sneak out of the room.
