Italian-American Mafia: Origin Story

13.

Hades Pov

'Have you ever watched any of the Purge movies' she asked while giggling a little.

'Isn't that where everything is legal for 12 hours or some shit' I asked.

'Mhmm.... yeppppppppp that's the one' she said.

'Yeah what about it' I retorted back.

'Wellllllllllll if you were in the movie or if it was real life would you do it- would you "purge" she asked dragging out the l.

I have to think about that question, would I do it?

'Yeah I would' I answered honestly, 'would you' I asked back.

She nodded her head and closed her eyes while I looked up at the ceiling. It was a comfortable silence between us.

'Hey Hades what's your full name' she questioned.

'Hades Apollo Rizzo, what's yours' I said.

'Persephone Arya Miller' she said.

'What made you come up with starting a mafia' she asked.

Sighing, 'I've always liked danger and I've always wanted an exciting life. My life right now is not the best and even though at times I want to give up there was always something telling me not to. I also want to be a King and be very wealthy so what better way to do it than starting a mafia.' I answered truthfully.

Honestly I don't know why I'm telling her all this but she makes me feel... alive if that makes any sense.

Yeah because you like her dumbass my subconscious said to me.

Shaking my head out of my thoughts I turned to her, 'what about you, you could have said no or made fun of me, yet you stuck by me and wanted in so what made you want to do it as well?' I questioned.

She could have easily ask to choose another partner or could have laughed at me or did anything, yet she seemed like she understood where I was coming from.

Building a mafia from the ground up is no joke, your life is always in danger and you never know when your last day is.

Plus a lot of people who are not in the mafia think of them as murders and hate all of them because they kill people.

From the stories I've read most mafias have a rule about killing innocents, they only kill who steal, traffic humans, or who are after their families.

'I've always seen myself as someone who isn't worthy and I've learned a lot these past couple of months. I got tired of everyone trying to put me down and belittle me if I was nobody. I want to become powerful and show them that they messed with the wrong person, but I also loved the thrill of danger and I wanted to do something different to live up to my name' she answered.

She turned towards me and now we are facing each other, I hummed at her answer.

'Can I tell you a secret' she said. I simply nodded my head and gestured for her to go on.

'These are not my real eye colours, I'm wearing contacts, well contact. You see I have one green eye and then I have one purple eye' she said sadly.

'Why don't you stop wearing your eye contacts and wear your true eye colour' I asked slightly confused.

If I had 2 different eye colors I would brag about it and showed the entire world.

'Everyone used to call me a freak and say hurtful things so I just started wearing my contacts' she answered.

It pained me for some reason that people were making fun of something she has no control over. I have this urge to hurt everyone that said anything awful about her.

Woah calm down buddy it's only been a month since you've known her. My conscious said.

'Well I'm sure your parents helped you out or at least said some words to make you feel better' I said.

If her parents were nothing like my donors I would drop them in a heartbeat. Her eyes turned sad for a moment before they darkened.

'I don't have a good relationship with my parents' she said with so much hate and venom in her voice, I wonder what happened.

I'm not going to push on the subject so I just changed it. We were talking about anything and everything we can think of.

My highness started to wear off so I slowly started to get up to see if I'm feeling any better.

'What are you doing' pers asked.

'I wanted to see if I'm somewhat sober so I needed to walk around to see if everything was still in slo-motion' I retorted back.

She nodded her head and got up too but was about to fall until I caught her just in time.

I don't know how long we were staring at each other but it felt like an eternity.

Since we spend so much time together I felt this light around me and I've been a little happier. Her touch is like fire that I consistently keep getting burned.

She looked at my lips while I looked at hers. We looked up at each other and we're closing in on each other.

I feel her breath against my lips and it seems like everything is in slo-motion. Next thing I know our lips are together and moving in sync.