𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺.
The woman of impeccable beauty was the infinite definition of her name. Calm and poise.
Born into a violent life of guns and knives, you would assume a Mafia Princess like her would be training and preparing to be the next heir...
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Serenity, Serenity, Serenity.
The hypnotic beat of her name repeats in my mind over and over, contrasting a rhythm in my head each day that slowly corrupts me from the inside.
Walls that had been built for years were slowly crumbling all because of a woman with the silkiest of hair, the colour of a raven—and grey eyes that were a shade darker or lighter depending on her mood—whenever she was around me, they always seemed to lighten.
Her voice is a luscious melody of Italian but so soft and sweet—reminding me only of honey.
And her skin—as well as her lips, just as soft as she was—so vulnerable, so innocent, and yet so breakable.
She was this flower, a forbidden one. She was so forbidden that I could touch her, but falling under her spell was the invisible line that couldn't be crossed—and she was pulling me into her spell, I was so dangerously close to crossing that line.
"Silver, are you listening?"
I raise my gaze from the dark oak desk, yanking myself back into reality and meeting my father's emotionless gaze.
"Yes." I respond blankly, immersing myself further into the leather lounge.
The longing stare he gave me revealed the depth of his hatred for me at the time, while the other gruesome stares of men in the room who were nowhere near the power I conceived held a set of discouragement for the lack of attention I paid them.
I'm sure their wives receive the same amount of attention I'm giving them at this moment.
"How much debt are they in?" I glance between the three men, all emotion now swapped for an edgy look—obvious that my current involvement with the conversation affected them.
"Uh, well, one of the Biker gangs owes us half a million—
"And they've used all of it, still haven't come up with enough money for the due date." One of the other men continued on, explaining everything that I expected.
Of course they haven't. You've put your trust in a gang full of Bikers that know nothing but their ego.
I glance over at my father, his same blank facade matching my own as I lean further back, tilting my gaze up to the ceiling.
"Where are they now?"
All three men glance at each other, the one in the middle looking back at me sternly. "Downtown, Triphon Avenue, inside the Pub."
Tipping the rest of my water down my throat, I pass the glass back onto the tray and face the man head-on.
"I want your crew down there by tonight. Find them, jump them, and get all of my money back."
