*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...
Yes I used this song again for the chapter because I love it ok. (I'll let you know when to play it <3)
(Also regarding the quote that's usually on top of each chapter, it normally relates to the topic of the chapter and what's happening or how a character is feeling, just letting you know.)
⚠️Also this chapter depicts a scene of sexual assault so just be warned⚠️
Enjoy <3
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"And then your fat ass brother- who has no coordination might I add, fucking slipped and I landed with my face in the grass!" I exclaimed. Bella tried to stiffle a laugh but failed miserably.
She sat next to me on my bed as she munched on some strawberries. She had harassed me into telling her about my injury as soon as I had woken up.
"He severely lacks in the coordination area for some reason, I don't know why." She shrugged.
"When we were younger and we used to play in the garden he would always trip over his feet." I snorted as I pictured Leonardo with a mouth full of grass.
A knock echoed from my door and Gio popped his head in "Boss man wants to see you in his office Mara and he ain't happy." "When is he ever happy?" I snorted before I gave him a thumbs up and then proceeded to steal strawberry off Bella's plate.
"Hey, that's mine!"
"Tough luck." I grinned.
"I hate you."
"I hate you more."
I grabbed my crutches before beginning my journey to the office. Gio had left the door open so I could get out easily.
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After a harrowing journey to Leonardo's office I finally made it. The stairs were the most challenging aspect of it. I tried to slide down them on my ass, bad idea as they are marble.
I think I broke my tailbone.
I awkwardly twist the door handle and then whack it open with my crutch. Leonardo looks up from the papers he must have been singing with a glare on his face, obviously not happy that I smacked his door.
Maybe I'll smack him in the face.
"Sit, Mara." He grumbled.
"I'm not a fucking dog." I used my crutch to push the door shut before making my way over to the seat opposite his and collapsing into it.
