Italian-American Mafia: Origin Story

6.

Hades Pov

The bell had rung and lunch was over. Since I was finished with all my classes I decided to head to the library.

I walked in and went to a secluded corner and sat down on one of the chairs. I took out my phone and started to do research on our project.

I got to thinking, how the fuck are we going to work together. Bringing her to my house is not an option because the minute I do, all hell will break lose.

Maybe I can go over to her house, yeah I think that's what I'll do.

My thought were interrupted by someone sitting beside me. I turned my head and saw that it was Persephone, my partner.

Maybe it would be a good time to ask her now, you know since she's right here.

Me having a back and forth battle with my conscious was not helping me, until I finally cleared my throat.

She looked over at me and raised her perfectly sculpted eyebrow.

'Since we are working all year round I think it's best if we get to know each other and start jotting ideas down' I said gruffly.

She thought for a moment before nodding her head.

'Ok so why don't we play 21 questions to get to know each other better' I suggested, which she nodded her head.

'Ok so what's your full name' I questioned.

'Persephone Arya Miller' she said.

'What's yours?' She questioned.

'Hades Apollo Rizzo' I stated.

'How old are you' I said.

'17 and you' she retorted back.

'18' I replied.

It went on and on back in forth. We even started asking each other personal questions and it got intense.

We were down to our last question and I really pondered in my mind what to ask her.

'If you could take revenge on any person in the world, would you do it and why?' I asked her.

She pondered for a moment, 'yes I would do it because they simply deserve it. Now I wouldn't just do it to anybody because then that would be heartless, I would only do it to those who've caused pain in peoples life' she said gracefully.

That got me thinking to who because she didn't hesitate to answer that question as I thought she would.

'What are your thoughts about people who do illegal business' she questioned.

I had a confusion expression written all over my face, I really didn't expect her to ask me a question like that, but I can't lie I have always been fascinated about it.

'Please elaborate the question' I said. I knew exactly what she was talking about, but I just wanted to be clear before answering.

'I mean like gangs and all that stuff, selling drugs, guns, killing people, what's your thoughts about it'

'I don't really care honestly. I mean some people were born into that life, while others came into that life because they needed money and it was what they had to do. As for as killing people, for me you have to have a valid reason for doing it. You can just go around killing innocents because it makes you less of a person than you already are.' I answered truthfully.

'Would you do it?' I questioned.

'Do what?' She retorted back.

'Go do business in the illegal side, would you ever become apart of that world?' I questioned.

She thought for a minute about her answer. I mean I would too we are over here talking about drugs and killing people, so I wouldn't be surprised if she said no.

'Yes I would, but I would make something of myself' she answered back.

I searched her eyes to show any signs of her lying and she wasn't.

'Would you?' She asked.

'Yes because if you think about it, you make more money but you also have to be smart about it. Like for instance if your money supply is from selling guns, you need to have a front so the cops wouldn't get suspicious.' I said

'Correct, I mean people who get caught are people who ended up being sloppy and didn't think about how they could explain where all their money came from,' she said.

It's crazy how she thinks because she's right, to do something bad, you have to have a front so no one could suspect anything.

Our conversation kept flowing freely until the bell had rung. I knew I couldn't stay any longer but I wanted to.

We gathered our things and walked out to the front of the school. We said our goodbyes and I started my walk to my own personal hell.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.