Sweet and Toxic ( Mafia Underworld Series )(Book 1).

chap 1

15 july 2016, the day my parents left me when i turned seventeen three months ago.

I hate funerals the most but fate made me attend one today which happens to be the funeral of my loved ones.

Straightening my black knee length dress again, I stared at the mirror which was reflecting back my appearance. The cold air from the window beside me ruffled my hairs lightly and I felt the cold drops of rain on face due to the wind. My red puffy eyes were staring back at me and my hands were shaking at my sides. Biting my lip, I tried to calm down myself and wiped the tears but it was of no use since they kept flowing down from my eyes. A frustrated breath left from between my lips when I wiped my wet face again. At this point, I want to tear my hairs out in frustration because the stupid tears wont stop falling no matter how much I try.

Since when did I become violent girl ?

I will always be by your side Ana, Dad had told me that. I will never leave you alone my princess.

I scoffed at the lie my dad told me when I was in fifth grade. I was feeling a lot of emotions. Anger, hurt, sadness, frustration and betrayal because my father lied to me. He left me and so did mom who used to say the same. 

I slipped on my coat since it was raining and got out of my current room in my grandpa's mansion. I was here for my vacations. My heels clicked on the marble stairs as I head downstairs.

I now want to scream out loud and stomp my foot repeatedly on the floor until they break. The strong urge of murdering all Italians under the surname of Moretti was hitting me very hard. Torturing them until they scream for mercy was a great idea taking place in my mind.

Moretti, they are the cause of my parents death.

Sunday evening was supposed to be peaceful. Me, Christian and grandpa were sitting in the lounge talking and laughing on the memories of my father which was being told by my grandpa. I was excitedly waiting for my parents to arrive so that I could be with them since I was on break from school. Christian laughed at something Grandpa said about uncle Alexander and I soon joined in when I heard the childhood story of him.
That is until

Christian got the phone call and got up leaving us saying it's urgent along with grandpa. They both refused to tell me what happened since they were in a great hurry and ignored all of my tantrums that I kept throwing at them. Left alone in the big mansion, I felt worried of why did they left in such hurry ? The question of mine was soon answered.

After like three hours, Christian returned and I was shocked to see his eyes angry with full of tears. Despite all of my angry comments I kept throwing at him, he held his head low. This made me abruptly stop and ask what is the matter. Coming waringly close to me as if I was going to scratch his face, he took me by surprise as he wraps his arms around my waist.

" you are strong Anastasia. You need to be strong " his heavy voice entered in my ears as he hugged me tightly while his tears keep falling on my shoulder. He let out a sound of which was full of regret.

Christian never cried. He never sounds like this. This doesn't seems well.

I asked him what happened. I was very confused and hurt to see him like this but soon I felt the same hurt but more like a pain in my chest when he whispered his next words as he holds me firmly as if I was gonna fall. And I surely did when I heard his words

" Aunt Jenna and uncle Victor. They are dead. They were found dead in their cars before they could come here " At first I was silent and felt my whole body go under a wave of great shock. My hands fell from his broad shoulder and they went limp. I can only see his lips moving but there was loud ringing in my ear which was preventing me from listening anything.