Seraphina Angela, infamously known as 'The Ruby Cadillac' is the original heiress to the throne of her father's mafia, which is partnered with the leading king & queen of the Italian mafia; Carter Fenix and Delilah Fiora Fenix. Seraphina isn't a reg...
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Pov: Seraphina Angela
Tick-tock, tick-fucking-tock. How long is this going to take?
"Would you stop tapping the fucking table with those long-ass nails of yours?" my bitch of a step-sister hisses at me while we wait for the cooks to prepare dinner for us.
I snap my eyes up and glare at her, her eyes holding nothing but a fuming expression toward me, "Why? are you worried that your nails aren't growing naturally but that receding hairline of yours, is?"
Allegra scoffs and runs her hand through her long straightened raven hair, "Aw always a charm to be your sister, Seraphina. By the way, I love what you've done with your hair. How do you get it to come out of your nostrils like that?"
I roll my eyes and look at my father sitting across us like a stump, he's probably immune to our cross-insults & banter by now.
But of course, my stepmother isn't through with getting used to it, "Cazzo, girls, please shut up before I lose my shit. Especially you, Seraphina." She yells out while taking another puff of her cigarette.
I roll my eyes at her direct reference to me, ladies and gentlemen, my stepmother, the charming Bria Angela. I wonder if the world would have been a better place if my father had just pulled out years ago, making it thankfully impossible for me to sit next to the nuisance that is my sister.
I uneasily shift in my seat and examine my long almond-shaped nails, each one of them precisely the same size or even bigger than the size of Allegra's brain. Truly amusing.
I scoff at myself and look at my nails covered in the black nail polish I spent last night applying, my insomnia really said stay awake and added in some mild impulsive decisions too. At least this time it was applying nail polish and not slashing some asshole's throat to gain sanity.
"Have you reached out to Mrs. Fenix recently, Seraphina?" My dad's voice bellows and echos in through the empty dining hall, I look up to see him placing a bunch of stock papers down and staring at me with a straight face.
I find that in situations like this, it's best to stare back and wonder, how the hell did I end up like this in the first place?
And would it really kill him to smile once in a while? It's like talking to a lifeless wall.
I rest my elbows on the table and shake my head, "È passato un po' di tempo dall'ultima volta che le ho parlato [It's been a while since I last spoke to her]" I tell him and watch as the waiters that work for us, walk in with the food.
My stomach couldn't contain its excitement so it ended up rumbling, causing Allegra to shoot me a disgusted stare, hunger is a mortal response, you ass of a specimen.
"That just set off my gag reflex," she fakes a gag and sticks a finger in her mouth, "Why are you so desperate? Don't have a man to satisfy that for you?" I snap back.
