Rosalie Rossi (18) is the daughter of the famous Marcus Rossi, the don of the Italian mafia, the second most powerful mafia in the world.
She grew up thinking he would always protect her and she knew she could always trust him. But that trust is l...
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=trigger warning= rape, alcoholism, abuse.
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"Took you long enough" Gabriel says to Lorenzo as he opens the door for me.
"Yes well, we had to go the long way because we didn't want to get fucking followed." Lorenzo replies "where's Adeline?" He asks.
"She's on her way" Gabriel says " she left just after you and by the way" he turns to me "badass"
I laugh "no seriously" he says "where did you learn how to do that"
I want to say that training is probably the only thing that kept me alive when my dad was away on business. after my mom killed herself. But it know I can't say that.
"I... um" I stutter "well..."
"It's fine you don't have to say if you don't want to" Gabriel says, I smile lightly at him.
"Can we go inside already" Lorenzo snaps.
Gabriel grabs my hand and helps me out of the car. He closes the door and places his hand on my back guiding me up the stairs and into the house where a very pissed of Lorenzo is storming up the stairs.
"He will be ok" Gabriel whispers in my ear "he just needs to shoot something"
"Yeah, well" I say "I may have not let him get a shot in"
"Yeah" he chuckles "I heard"
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I close the door behind me. I kick off my heels and walk straight to the bathroom. I look in the mirror.
I'm married. I'm a wife. And I didn't see my father. Now that I think about it, I kind of wish I saw him, if he was even there at all.
I walk quickly out of my bathroom and quickly unstrap the gun from my ankle before going to Lorenzo's office.
I don't even knock before I walk in.
Lorenzo is standing shirtless, with his back to me looking out of a floor to ceiling window. He's behind a large dark oak desk. It smells like cigarettes, whiskey and wood in here. He's drinking.
His arm moves and I hear ice hit the side of the glass in his hand.
"was my father there?" I ask, the muscles in his back tense at the sound of my voice. He braces his free hand on the glass in front of him. "Was He there?" I ask again.
"No" Lorenzo snaps. He turns around to face me and when his eyes land on the dress that I still have on he loses it. His glass collides with the wall with a bang. And the shards fly everywhere.
All over the floor, on his desk and in my arm. "Fuck" I mutter and turn out of the room. "Wait, I-" is all I hear before I slam the door behind me.
