Italian-American Mafia: Origin Story

42.

Persephone Pov

The coldest fucking day in the history of days. Even thought I'm wearing my usual attire it still doesn't help that I'm cold. All I want to do is go home and be in a certain person warmth.

It's been exactly two weeks since our first kill and everything at first was awkward but after two minutes we laughed and everything went back to normal.

We all had a heartfelt talk about everything and we laid everything out in the open that next morning. It was quite exhilarating but needed.

Walking to my next class I have and I'm already dreading it. I walk in and make a bee line to the back.

The bell had rung which means the students will come flooding in here and I have to be around them yay. (Note the sarcasm).

Students came in here like a fucking storm but took their perspective seats. Just as I was about to put my head down, an annoying voice was heard.

'Move' it said.

I looked up to see the bitch of the school Chantel. I rolled my eyes and proceeded to put my AirPods in.

'Did you hear me I said move. When I ask you to do something you do it!' She screeched.

It's amusing to think she has some power over me when I can snap her neck in 3 seconds and go on about my day.

I choose to latter and simply played my music in to which she got mad and stormed off.

Ladies and gentlemen Chantel Priss, the most annoying, bitchiest person alive. She feeds off of daddy's money and thinks she all high and mighty.

She's a fucking airhead thinking the world revolves around her which it does not. She's had a problem with me ever since I started here.

She thought since she was taller, prettier, and rich she has this leverage over me. I don't know what her rat infested mind thought of that idea.

She kept going on and on about how she runs this school and how every guy will bow to her, well except two, my boys.

Hades can't stand her he thinks she's stuck up. Darrius that boy fucks anything moving with a vagina but won't touch her. He claims that his body doesn't need to be tainted with a disease infected roach like her.

Chuckling at the memory I focused on the task at hand. The teacher handed us worksheets and told us it was all our own, whatever we don't finish will be homework.

I'm actually happy once that I graduated already because if I didn't I could see myself failing. Teachers now a days don't give a shit about our education.

As long as you are here and present they don't care. They are strict about our presence because that's how the teachers get paid. Less students equals less money, more students equals more money.

It's stupid how they have that system set up because if we aren't learning anything at school, what's the fucking point of coming.

If I'm just going to sit my black ass in a classroom and stare at the wall until the paint cracks then I'm not coming.

Before when I was at the creators house I came to school to get away from their abuse and torment. My escape was this hell hole, now that I'm out I dread coming here.

It's nothing I haven't already learn and it's nothing new, but if I want to make it in this world I got to suck it up and retain all the information I can.

Especially if I want to run one of the most ruthless and feared mafia in the world. You have to be calculated and smart.

You can't just have street smarts, you need book smarts as well. Running an empire that large you need to be prepared for every aspect.

You can't have one smart you need to have both. Books smarts to know the ins and outs of running a powerful empire with you legal business side.

And street smarts to know how to act and think like a criminal. One mess up can mean the downfall of my empire that I built so hard to work for.

Finishing up my homework I wait until the bell rings to turn it in. Since it's my even day I'm all finished with my classes and I can return home.

My classes consist of two major classes and a lot of electives:

1. Development
2. Business
3. Math
4.Art
Lunch
5. Cooking
6. Free period

My classes are very easy and I don't want to have it any other way. For my classes since I didn't register till late they had to put me in 6 classes instead of 8.

Another thing is my gpa which was a 4.8 and had so many extra credits. They told me I could graduate early but I declined their request.

The bell hand rung and I texted the boys saying I'm heading home, to which they responded on instant saying be safe.

I turned in my paper and descended my walk home. No shortcuts just the long way home, because in a few hours we have work.

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Hey my loves I know this chapter is a bit weird but trust me it will help you understand in future chapters.

If any of you are wondering when this book is coming to an end than I can't really answer that.

My initial thought was going to end at a certain point but it wouldn't really make since so I added a bunch of ideas!

But if your wondering no we are not 1/2 way through this book but I'm writing as many chapters as I can.

Ok that's all bye my lovelies

Baci 💋