*Previously named Sinner's*
They're both Sinner's.
So horrible, yet so perfect for each other.
So horribly perfect.
Mara De La Riva.
Daughter to the capo of the Spanish Mafia. A cold-hearted killing machine raised to perfection.
Her purpose in life...
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"Fuck off, I'm driving. It's my turn and you know it." I attempted to snatch the keys to the car out of Leonardo's hand.
"You are a bad driver and I don't trust you, ok? Last time I checked you don't even have a goddam driving licence." He responded.
I narrowed my eyes at him and pointed my finger at him menacingly. "Oi, watch what you say. My driving is superior and technically I haven't hit anybody, so that technically means I'm a good driver which technically means I deserve to drive."
Gio looked up from his spot on the steps where he had been smoking as we bickered for the last five minutes and exhaled the smoke that lingered in his mouth.
"That's a lot of technically's, you know that?" He grinned up at me.
I scowled at him and snatched the cigarette from his hand before turning back to face my husband.
He glanced down at me and raised an eyebrow.
I maintained eye contact as I took a drag from the cigarette before exhaling it into his face.
"I drive, got it?"
He gritted his teeth. "Fine but if you crash, I will leave you in a ditch somewhere."
"Go get ready then and if you're not in that car in five minutes I'm leaving you behind." I said to him.
In my peripheral I saw Giovanni snort and then try to cover it up with a pathetic excuse of a cough.
Leo turned around and practically stomped inside the house, probably pissed because I won the argument.
I turned and sat down beside Giovanni on the steps as we waited. The rest of the men coming with us waited around the two SUV's patiently as the last details for the warehouse raid was finalised.
"Why did you never properly learn to drive?" Gio asked as he took the cancer stick back and inhaled.
I shrugged. "Making sure I knew how to drive wasn't one of my father's priorities I guess. Santiago did try to teach me for a while under the radar, but because we are so similar and as stubborn as each other, we never got farther than five minutes without an argument. After that, Lucas took over as my driving instructor and I learnt how to drive, a bit. He knew when to get serious with me if I got frustrated with myself but he wouldn't get angry at me if I couldn't figure something out."
