The Trinity Trilogy
[Book One]
One night is all it took to alter the course of their life's.
Ezra King
I was raised to be a killer, a ruthless leader by nature and merciless when it comes to my own. That night, I was a mere man in the presence of a...
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The first thing my eyes settled upon was the way my breast looked in the tight and fitting dress I shimmied my way into.
The expensive satin is soft against my skin, the light cream color further enhancing my oiled dark skin. Tight on my waist and breast pushing them into the illusion of a size I certainly do not have, and short on my body, exposing my bigger and toner thighs.
As I look at myself in the mirror, my mind heavily judges all disproportionate pieces of my body. The size of my bigger thighs, the slight pouch at the bottom of my stomach, the way my chin looks at a certain angle—it is a daily battle, a constant up and down.
My mama says it's a reality default—when the illusion fades and reality seeps in with a malicious intent all you can see is all you hate, overpowering the best qualities.
Right now, my better qualities seem to fog over and give light to the ones that taint my head. But I force myself to acknowledge how good I look, for the sake of me enjoying the night.
Shaking myself away from those thoughts, I smooth a hand over my black and tightly coiled hair. The black curls being a famous trademark in the Sanles family. My father's side of the family, my older brother and him, have them and there's not a moment where the media doesn't talk about it, orgive it a go at my entire family.
As I fight with a rouge piece, Agnesia—my best friend since diapers and bottles strolls in already dressed and ready to go out. Her red hair striking against her pale complexion and equally light dress. A complete opposite to me in so many ways.
"Shit V, you look stunning." I find her gapping at me from the mirror, my eyes roaming over the pristine makeup done by her girlfriend, Renata.
"Are we ready to go?" Evadne comes strolling in, flopping down in my bed, her lavender colored hair pressed into a sleek ponytail while her face remains untouched by her sister's brush, only the scar that runs from the side of her forehead down to her cheek and chin finishing in her neck stays intact among her makeup free face.
The woman is a simple as anyone can be, with her black cargo pants, loose graphic tee and her trusty Jordans, a silver chain dangling from her neck and glistening under the rooms light. The woman's a menace when it comes to intimidating people, everyone sees the scar and it's all it takes for them to blabber. We balance each other out, I prefer to be calm and collected, it unnerves them more that it should, a smile and that's it, where in turn, Evadne is more of muscle and intimidation.
I don't miss the way she eyes Agnesia, her jaw tightening and lip slightly curling into a sneer, before deflating into my bed. I slightly shake my head, pushing every thought away and focusing on re-applying my lipstick.
"Girls! Let's go!" I grin at my reflection, a buzzing giddiness filling my veins at the though of what tonight promises.
Finally eighteen and a step further into my role as the Spanish Mafia's sole heir.
