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Betrayal is an ugly thing and can lead to a person becoming more heartless if they were not-so-heartless before. Martina Lorenzo, daughter of the late Angelou Lorenzo, takes over her father's mafia just at the age of 18.
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Martina's POV
At midnight, I stood outside on my balcony, inhaling that salty air. I wrapped my fluffy robe a little tighter around me when I felt a breeze that sent a shiver down my spine.
The sound of crashing waves brought a little calmness to the chaos happening in my head. I close my eyes and count from ten to one, until my nerves settled.
I saw one of my guards walking down on the sand, making sure nobody comes near.
"It is a little late to be out here, boss." Mahone, my bodyguard came from behind me and leaned forward on the carved railing next to me.
"I told you, outside of office hours it is Martina for you." I chuckle softly and tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.
"It is always office hours for me. I made it my priority to do so." He looked over at me and I could feel his small smile.
I met Mahone at a restaurant shooting. He was my waiter that night, seven years ago. I woke up in a hospital bed with him holding my hand. I made it my quest to make sure he is by my side at all times.
And since then. He has been.
"If you weren't there, you wouldn't be here and you would have a normal job." I tell him, turning my body to face him.
"It is our choice to how we want things to happen. You chose this path and I happened to choose it too."
"Can't believe you have still stuck around after all this time."
"What is really going on? You have that look in your eyes." Mahone asks.
"The day like today, seven years ago, I dumped Alexander. And ask me again what we told the world instead of the truth." I slump down on my outdoor sofa and grab the glass of cranberry in front of me.
Mahone looked at me waiting to continue.
"I said 'Our families refuse to join together and I cannot carry an heir to your family. You're not Italian, remember that. Meaning your cult isn't as powerful as my mine.' But what was the real truth? He cheated on me. In broad daylight. Bastard didn't even think of cheating in a bedroom. On the beach. My beach!" I was fuming even after all these years.
Every time I had to shoot someone, I would just meed to see his face in front of me and I would have no remorse towards the other person. Every time I decide to hurt someone, I would just imagine him. Alexander. The German bastard.
Suddenly, I feel Mahone take the glass away from me.
"You're going to break it between your hands."
I rub my temples and sigh.
"Why haven't you been seeing anyone for the past years?" Mahone asks me quietly.
"To what? Put them into my life ? Then they leave because they can't handle a proper woman? Leave because they find out there is just too much danger and completely disregard my feelings?" My voice cracks in the end and I clear my throat to cover it up.
