Aurora (Book #1)

Prologue

It's true when they say "life loves balance". If somewhere in your life is terrible, it either means that good things happened to you before or are coming up. My father was an ferocious alcoholic. Not that he was always that way. Before meeting my mother he was in a good state of mind. Had a good job and stable income from working as an cashier. He was not happy about his lifestyles, but it was better than nothing. My mom was one of his costumers. They fell in love immediately, just like in the fairytales. But every fairytale comes to an end. The shop my father was working in got closed because of debts and my father become jobless. That's when he started drinking. Day and nights he hugged his favorite cheap whiskey. My mom got accidentally pregnant before he started drinking, so i was an unexpected child. Unwanted, if you will. My father beaten her up my for not wanting to abort. But, eventually, I was born, becoming his another victim. Why wouldn't she leave him? I often ask myself to this day. She  loved him so much it was u healthy. So much that she never considered a divorce as an option. Maybe deep down she wanted to, but she was too scared to admit it, even to herself.
Time went by and I required much more food, clothes, education. I become a burden and my father refused to bear it. She gave my mom an ultimatum. It was either me or him. The answer was obvious ti me and I found nothing better to do than running away, without even saying goodbye. I was 14 years old. That's when my life became chaotic. I had businesses with some bad people and had debts, so as an repay they made a 15 year old girl to sell her body. You can not imagine the disgusting situations I've been through. But I had no choice.
Then I met Noah. He was one of my clients and my first real boyfriend, my first real love. I thought my life was finally becoming better. Noah helped me to pay the debts and gave me home. Well, sometimes what we see is not always what it is. Noah turned out to be an absolute asshole and cheated on me. I was too grateful to confront him in anyway, but too proud to stay with him, so I ran away. Again. But you know how they say: There's always a light at the end of the tunnel".
Elena Rinaldi. Although not biologically, she was my light at the end of the tunnel and my real mom. After I ran away stealing and lying became my only way to stay fed. One time I decided to test my limits and tried to steal a very fancy a bag, but got caught me. A woman I took the bag from turned out to have a bunch of bodyguards. She wanted to kill me at first, but, for some reason, her eyes softened when she saw me pressed to the wall, entirely frightened and lost. She took me to her huge house. She gave me food, warm clothes and a bed. That house became my home. A very luxurious one. And I know that I must not look a gift horse in the mouth, but I constantly wondered what was she doing for living? When I asked her answer shocked me. She was a Don. She was a mafia leader. The Boss. She told me that it's rare in their world for a woman to be the Don, but she was. At first I was scared, I even planned to ran away, but I did that too much and I was tired of it. I decided to finally embrace the situation I was in and gain something from it. But fear quickly turned to admiration, when she took me to Rinaldis secret base for the first time. I watched multiple people hitting the target and sparring each other. The brutality of their movements combined with the gentleness of their tactics fascinated me so much I announced how much I want to try all of it too. She supported my interest in her world. She had never had a family of her own and I was like a daughter to her. She started training me when I was 16, for defending myself at least. But turned out that I was perfect at shooting, and with some more practice I would be skilled in martial arts as well. At the same age I killed for the first time. Well, Elena was mad because the person I murdered was supposed to stay alive. The Mafia needed him to get information. She was mad, and, at the same time, proud. After a year she sent me to my first mission. It was my first successful mission. I became the youngest assassin in the entire Italy. I even got a nickname – Morana. The name of the Goddess of death. I brought death everywhere I walked, because I've only missed when I meant to.
I am 18 now and my body count is 98.
Yes, I count it for some reason.
Elena and her huge family became my family. I even have a best friend – Sofia Andrea. She is 23 – much older than me. She is Elenas one of most professional assassins and a very loyal soldier. I learned many things from her. Quite as much as she learned from me .My life is perfect; with its ups and downs, of course.
What can go wrong?
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