*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...
AN:It's 4:35am as I write this. I haven't gone to sleep yet 🧍♀️anywhoo- THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 50 READS I LITERALLY POSTED THIS LAST NIGHT- 😭 |~|~|~|~|~|
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My alarm came blaring to life at 7 in the morning. I detest that sound more than life it's self. I groaned as I rolled over to reach it overestimating it's distance from me, subsequently falling off my bed. Fuck my life.
I groaned on the floor before slamming my hand onto the clock. I sighed in relief as the sound ceased. A knock echoed from my door.
"Come in." I grumbled, my voice still hoarse from my abrupt wake up. My door swung open, my middle brother Emilio appearing in the door way, water and pills in hand. "Father wants all of us to attend lunch Mara, you included this time, something about an announcement and guests?"I grabbed the pillow and shoved it into my face and groaned.
Emilio snatched the pillow away from my face, I glared at him. "Unfortunately, sister, I'd get in trouble if you suffocated yourself with a pillow." "Tell him to fuck off Emil, I'm not going." Emilio sighed, siting down on the end of my bed. "Please Mara, he seemed very serious about this." I huffed angrily. I sat up quickly realising I was still in my dress from last night. "Uh Santiago told me to give you these, something about a hangover and stitches." He handed me to water and pills which I accepted gratefully and swallowed them.
"Alright thanks Emil, now scadaddle I need to shower." I gave him a thumbs up of appreciation and he snorted and left my room.
Emilio was simple compared to my other two brothers. We had a mutual understanding of each other and enjoyed each other's silent company. Emilio is the brains in this family. The hacker. He can breach anything if given the time and space and that is a valuable skill in itself.
I mumbled every curse word under the sun as I hobbled into the bathroom. I grimaced at my appearance, my makeup was smudged and my hair looked like a rats nest. I stripped then hopped into the shower, mindful of my leg and spent a good 30 minutes contemplating life.
When I was done, I dried my hair and styled it in a high ponytail before applying my makeup. I don't know what father wants to discuss, so I decided to dress formally. Well, as formal as I get.
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