*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 tiny bit shorter than usual because I just felt that it needed to end where it did. 🧍♀️
Enjoy <3
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I awoke with a groan as the sun's morning rays sneaked through the slits of the curtain. I blinked my eyes slowly trying to gather my senses. My breathing paused as I felt a warm body underneath me. Leonardo.
The memories from the night before flooded back like a tsunami and I was met with a whirlwind of emotions. Sadness. Fear. Anger. And above all I was thankful that Leonardo showed up when he did.
I tried to roll out of his grip that was wrapped around my waist but his body unconsciously pulled me closer. I huffed. "Psst, Leonardo wake up, wake up you fat hog." I began slapping his face lightly until he groaned in annoyance, his eyes opening gently in confusion.
"What time is it?" He muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose and shutting his eyes again at the sunshine beamed on his face. "I don't know, now let me get up." I replied.
He looked at me confused before he realised his arm was holding me hostage. He removed his arm that was wrapped around me and I rolled out of the bed and got to my feet as I made my way to the bathroom.
I washed my face as the remnants of my makeup from last night were still on my skin. He had done a pretty decent job at taking it off but had missed a few spots. After that I hopped up onto the counter top and leaned my back against the mirror and began brushing my teeth.
Leonardo entered the bathroom a few moments later, his tousled hair sat strangely on his head. He looked at me in question before asking. "Why are you brushing your teeth before breakfast?" I spat the toothpaste into the sink and pointed my toothbrush at him menacingly. "You got a problem with that, hmm?" He gulped before shaking his head.
"That's what I thought." I smirked and began brushing my teeth again.
"Are you alright after last night?" He mentioned a few moments later. I shrugged. "I'm fine, not the first time it's happened." I could see his jaw clench presumably with anger. "I'm over it honestly." I added, my voice seemingly bringing him out of his trance, his eyes softening as he looked at me.
"That shouldn't have happened, you know that? None of that should ever have happened to you." He ranted as he began to wash his face.
Silence enveloped the bathroom as I hopped off the counter and began to run my fingers through my hair, occasionally muttering profanities under my breath when I met a knot.
He glanced towards me before picking up his phone and typing something into it.
A few minutes later when I was still fighting my hair like it was one of my siblings I heard a faint knock on the door of the room. He left and had a quick conversation with whoever was at the door before he re-entered the bathroom.
With my hairbrush in his hand.
He passed it to me and began fixing his hair without a care in the world. "Um, thanks."
Having my hairbrush made the job considerably easier. Growing up I never had thin straight hair like what Bella has but I also didn't have thick, curly either which put it frustratingly in the middle.
"Can I ask you something?" I questioned.
He hummed in response.
"Where is your mum? Nobody has ever mentioned her but I've seen her in pictures in the halls."
He froze, obviously not expecting my question. He was silent for about a minute, debating whether to tell me the answer or not. After some lengthy consideration he responded.
"Why don't I just show you?"
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About ten minutes later I met him back at his room. I went back to mine to change into a pair of tracksuit pants and a hoodie because I wasn't really feeling like dressing up today.
I had plaited my hair into two french braids that sat symmetrically on my head. I have also taught my three brothers to braid my hair.
-Flashback start-
"You fucker! I want hair left in my head by the end of this!" I snapped at Lucas as he had his fifth attempt of the day at plaiting my hair. I watched him in the mirror that I had placed on the table in front of me as I sat on the floor and he sat on the couch above me.
"I'm trying!" He responded desperately as he to tried pull a section over the other strands.
Santi was trying to cover his laugh with a miserable cough as I glared at him. Emilio sat in the seat opposite me as he diligently watched a YouTube video on how to plait hair. He told me he was very serious about learning how to do this.
He was actually the best out of the three of them and definitely the most gentle with my hair.
Meanwhile, when Santi attempted to braid my hair he magically pulled a pair of scissors out of nowhere and had held them menacingly around a bunch of my hair with a grin on his face.
-Flashback end-
Leonardo came out of his room in his usual suit attire and motioned for me to follow him. We travelled through the house until we reached a door that had been locked when I was trying to open it while exploring. He pulled out a key and unlocked the door before allowing me to step through it.
It revealed a hallway with three doors, one on either side and one at the bottom of the hall. We passed by the other two before we reached the one at the bottom. He paused with his hand on the door and took a deep breath before opening it.
He entered and I followed behind him.
I could hear the faint noise of a heart monitor as I did.
I moved to stand beside him and looked around the room. There in the centre lay a frail woman, her skin the colour of death, her cheeks hollow. From what I could see her hair was bald in patches.
She lay quietly, too quietly with her eyes shut and an IV in her arm, the dull beep of the heart monitor was my only indicator that she was alive.
