Emi Petrov is the daughter of a Russian mafia leader and a Japanese Mafia leader. She's well known as the She Devil, most fear her while others take her as a joke, the ones who take her as a joke are the fools who don't make it out alive. Emi works...
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Emi POV I sat in the kitchen snacking on some popcorn, my mind was zoned out as I stared emotionlessly at the empty wall. My mind was fogged today, between my mother wanting me to kill Lorenzo, and yesterday's activities with Lorenzo, not to mention I'm still curious about my mother and Lorenzo's mothers past, I couldn't focus on anything. Speaking of Lorenzo, I haven't seen him at all today, he was probably avoiding me, though I knew I was the one avoiding him. Why you may ask? I have no clue, it's not like I've never giving head before, but I know it was because I'm nervous to what he might do as payback.
One thing I've learned about Lorenzo, he likes to have the last laugh, he's petty, but then again I'm the same way.
"Lovely, you're in here"
I snap out of my thoughts, and turn around, I sigh with irritation, seeing Maria standing there with an unpleased look on her face. Now that I think about it I haven't seen her since she stabbed me, I've been doing a great job avoiding her.
"If there's a problem, than you can exit the kitchen" I mumbled, turning around to stuff my face with more popcorn. Maria scoffs.
"I don't have to leave, this is my house" She spat back. I roll my eyes, if I ignore it, it'll go away.
I grab another handful of popcorn and stuff it in my mouth, a few minutes passed by and I knew she hadn't left.
"Can I help you?" I asked, turning back around. She didn't answer instead, she walked towards me and towered over me. "Gonna stab me again?"
"You're just like her, arrogant and smart mouthed" She hissed.
"Once again, please don't compare me to my mother" I sighed "And before you ask why, would you like it if someone compared you to a woman such as Nadia?"
Maria closed her mouth, and turned away from me walking over to a cart that held a verity of alcohol.
"Why do you hate my mother?" I finally asked. I've asked my mother, father, and others but nobody gives me an answer. Maria pours a glass of whiskey and gulps it down.
"Who wouldn't hate her" She responds, pouring another glass of whiskey. I roll my eyes, and exhale sharply.
"Ok, but what's your reason for hating her? And what's her reason for hating you?" I asked, knowing that my mother hated Maria, maybe even more than Maria hated her. "What's the history behind you two?"
Maria drinks more, then fixes another glass and drinks that one, it was clear she didn't enjoy the topic of Nadia and their past.
"Ask your mother."
"Don't you think I tried that?! My mother doesn't communicate about anything, she's secretive about any and everything, especially when it comes to her private life" I explain, frustration laced in my voice.
"Sounds like her, she never like communicating, nor did she like talking about herself. . .she always irritated me with that" She spoke lowly, as if she forgot I was in the kitchen. I noticed a small smile that threatened her lips, but she quickly poured another glass and gulped it down. I used some context clues and came up with a theory.
