*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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My father and I entered the foyer, Mara and her father were already waiting. My father and Carlos shaking hands before briefly conversing.
I shuffled closer to Mara. "Are you ready, amore?" (Love) I questioned her. I received a glare in response. Typical.
She grabbed her suitcase and began to drag it to the awaiting car, struggling slightly as she made it down the steps. She stopped briefly taking out her phone, conversing with somebody else before handing her bag to the driver, hopping into the car and slamming the door behind her. I'm surprised the door didn't fall off.
"If she gives you any trouble, don't be afraid to teach her a lesson and put her in her place." I tuned back into my father and Carlos' conversation. I clenched my jaw, nobody would lay a single hand on her. My father laughed in response to his comment.
I turned back to face the men, quickly shaking Carlos' hand as my father had instructed me, leaving the foyer and hopping into the car, directly behind the passenger seat. Mara was right behind the drivers seat, her head leaning against the cold glass. She was focusing on something through a window. On closer inspection I realised it was her twin.
Hurt flashed in her eyes as he turned away from the window. He probably couldn't see her through the black-out windows.
Her fierce personality was not making an appearance today. I guess leaving her family hurt more than I would have imagined for her. I knew she had strong relationships with her brothers but I never presumed them to be extremely close. I was wrong. The little minx was as quiet as a mouse. I didn't like it.
I preferred her fiery personality and snarky comments over this deafening silence any day.
The passenger door opened, my father sliding in as the driver rounded the front of the car to the other side.
Mara shifted uncomfortably as I caught my father glancing at her for longer than I was comfortable with.
The driver started the car and we began our journey to the airport. Mara's eyes never straying from the window where her brother once stood just a few minutes ago until it was long out of view.
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A long and treacherous hour later we reached the airport, arriving onto the private landing strip. Mara hopped out of the car, placing a hand on her forehead to stop the scorching sun from getting into her eyes. She paused, her hesitation was clearly visible.
