*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...
((This chapter is a continuation on from the previous one so at this stage Leo and Mara were hugging))
Enjoy <333
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I picked her hollow figure up bridal style, cradling her as if she was a fragile child. She was quiet, too quiet for my liking. Her previous heart wrenching sobs were nothing more than an occasional sniffle.
Albeit, the majority of her wedding dress exploded down her lower half so it made it easier for me to find my way through the desolate halls.
It was if she was in a different world, a quieter one. Her mind had retreated to where it felt most safe, at peace even. Her eyes were hazy like she was in a dream, so perfectly tranquil that not even the loudest of sounds could wake her from her subconscious slumber.
I was thankful for her minds response, a blessing in disguise as it began to process what had happened. The vibrant, celebratory music of the wedding began to fade away as I weaved my way through the endless hallways of my home, my father's lifeless figure still fresh in my mind.
I always knew one day I would be Capo but never could I have imagined killing the man that raised me, well raised me to a point where it was borderline child abuse. Scratch that. Definite child abuse.
It was if a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders, the feeling of freedom that has been trapped inside me since birth was finally unravelled like a kid with a Christmas present.
I could feel her fingers gently fidgeting with my suit jacket, running her fingers over the slim material seemingly calming her down as her once previous panicked breaths dissipated to nothing more than a gentle rise and fall of her chest.
I subconsciously found myself at my bedroom door.
I opened the door as gently as I could, making my way over to my bedside locker before switching on the lamp, illuminating my room.
She had seemingly become more conscious, her mind retreating from its safe haven. Her tired eyes scanned my room in confusion, probably noticing it wasn't her bedroom.
I placed her down on my bed, her hunched figure casting a shadow on the grey wall. I walked into my closet before pulling out one of my shirts and some basketball shorts.
I found her still sitting on the side of the bed in the position I left her in, staring at the wall aimlessly. Her head turned to face me once she heard me leaving the closet. Her eyes looked hollow, empty, void of any emotion that had been destroyed as soon as she left the ballroom.
