Marissa Riva is the Italian mafia princess. She has been missing since she was 4. Kidnapped by her own mother.
The Riva family was mentally destroyed after her disappearance.
Then the father was gone too.
Leaving the six brothers with no hope, bro...
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It's 3 am and I can't sleep. I thought I would be tired from the game and all that happened but no. My overthinking got worse.
What if they hate me now?
Maybe they are okay with it right now but maybe they will change their minds later.
No one came to check on me in my room and— it's just that I am scared!
I am so happy I told someone but I don't want them to look at me like I am broken. I don't want them to feel bad for me.
Because I am honestly over all that happened to me this year. Or most likely I pretend like it doesn't affect me. I just don't want to be a bad person and that's it.
I just want to prove Liam wrong.
That also makes me question what will they do to him? I mean they went after some guys who said inappropriate things about me, then what are they gonna do to Liam?
I don't care but I want to know.
I leave my room, I am going to this room-it's so random yet the best room in the house. It has a king sized bed and a big ass couch, a big Tv and then a kitchen. What's the purpose of this room you ask? No idea.
I go down the stairs and I bump into something— someone— Marcello. "Sorry I didn't see you." I said looking up at him.
His eyes were cold and scary. I took in his appearance, he had blood on his shirt, on his knuckles and on his face. The blood is clearly not his. He doesn't look so good. He looks the most terrifying I have ever seen him.
"Marcello... Are you okay?" I asked him but it was barely a whisper.
He doesn't respond.
"Marcello?" I call out his name.
He doesn't even look at me, he's looking at anything but me. I look into his eyes and they are so... lifeless.
He's ignoring me. I get it, he doesn't want to be around me. If I was him, I wouldn't want to be around me either after hearing that.
"You good?" I ask again. He doesn't say anything.
Fuck him to be honest. Fuck him.
"Dude?!" I said frustrated.
He looks at me. Fina-fucking-ly. He looks me in the eyes. His eyes don't soften. His look hardened.
