The Italian mafia was made out of the four families. Surnames Moretti, Valentinti, Vinci, and De'Luca.
Twenty two year old Niccolò Vinci is next in line to be The Don of the four families. He is every bit of savage, vicious, and remorseless. There w...
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Prologue - "Basira St'Clair"
Basira St'Clair | First POV Location: Aspen , Colorado
I looked out the car window as we passed by the green covered mountains to get to the airport. I was already home sick and I hadn't even technically left home yet. Is it weird I was going to miss living up in the high mountains? Every year I found it amazing to watch Aspen turn from a ice wonderland during winter to a never ending green meadow during the summer.
I usually would have spent my summer hiking up the mountains breaking a sweat, having picnics with my mom in the meadows, or just relaxing in the high green grass surrounded by millions of wild flowers. Honestly ever since I was a very young child the beauty in nature always seemed to fascinate me. This probably sounded insane but if I ever had a chance to write up my own will, I would ask for my future children or grandchildren to bury me in a field of wild flowers.
So I could live on with nature forever.
"Mademoiselle— are you daydreaming again?"
My best friend Avery Diaz asked making me turn to look over at her. "I'm just going to miss Aspen" I told her with a slight pout coming on to my face.
"Take Aspen off your mind; it's all still going to be here when you get back; it's time to relax" I heard my mom Lily say as she glanced at me from the rearview mirror.
I gave her a soft smile.
"Oui Oui bitch listen to your mom; we are going to fucking Paris forget about boring Aspen for ten seconds" Avery said.
"Avery I know that you're a adult now but could you please reframe from using that foul mouth of yours in front of me"Avery mother Monica told her pinching the bridge of her nose.
"I can make no promises maman" She told her poking her head in the middle of the driver and passenger seat.
Monica started to mutter curse words in Spanish as Avery leaned back into her seat with a satisfied smile on her face.
"How's my French Basira?"
I smiled at her bringing my fingers up to my mouth giving them a chef kiss.
"Perfection" I joked.
"I really am going to miss Aspen( after we leave Paris we have to go straight to NewYork for school"
"Hot French guys then hot college guys! We're already living the life babe" Avery said with a sigh.
"Ava for some reason this conversation is starting to scream S-T-D" I replied.
