*Previously named Sinner's*
They're both Sinner's.
So horrible, yet so perfect for each other.
So horribly perfect.
Mara De La Riva.
Daughter to the capo of the Spanish Mafia. A cold-hearted killing machine raised to perfection.
Her purpose in life...
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Some people hide from death, I chase it. It's a strange little thing, how somebody can be here one moment and gone the next, vanished into the air as if they never existed at all. I'm always pushing the limits, testing the boundaries and sooner than later my mortality will catch up. Death is the price we pay for happiness.
I don't know why takings one life fills me with serotonin. Maybe it's the crimson red staining my clothes, perhaps it's my victims scream that silences the world for those few seconds, or maybe it's the pure bliss that I bask in when I see my victims life slowly fade from their eyes. That mere fraction of hope that is crushed as their heart beats its last.
Not the innocent, never them. It's the tarnished ones, the hands that are stained with the death of another. Really, it's the monsters that my father orders me to eliminate. He's the capo of the Spanish Mafia. My father and I distanced as I grew into my teenage years. His main focus was on my other siblings and the mafia.
As for my eldest brother Lucas, he's the golden boy as he is next in line to be the capo.
With all due respect to Lucas, he deserves the role as capo. He has trained vigorously since childhood to excel at everything in hopes that my father would accept him. Lucas is smart, smarter than I ever was.
Lucky bastard knew how to do algebra.
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The pounding music and the bright lights filled the club. It reeked of sex, sweat and alcohol. Something I have become accustomed to at this point. My eyes travelled over my victims face, Mateo Lombardi,56, our main drug exporter to America. He fucked us over with some payments and was stealing half of the profit and I was sent to teach him a goddam lesson.
I wore my favourite clubbing dress, a smooth red satin dress that accentuates my curves and makes my ass look bigger than it is. But nobody needs to know that. My black hair was curled, loosely cascading down my back. My heels were making my feet ache, I regret wearing them. I downed my last shot and glanced around.
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