A traumatic event places Mia Martinez in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Trying to run from her problems, but instead running into a whole set of new ones by the name of Giovanni Luciano.
Giovanni became the Don of the Italian Mafia at the age o...
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Chapter Three
It's been hours and I haven't moved a muscle. The weight of my legs have grown heavier from holding up the weight of my own body. The disaster that occurred a little while ago has took a toll body and mind. The crying has drained me completely. My eyes burn with the need of sleep, but I refuse to give myself that satisfaction.
You see, Jasmine was all I had. I had no mother, my father pretended like I didn't exist, and I've never had friends. So, that left me with her only.
And now she's dead because of that son of a bitch.
Her beautiful soul deserved more than what this world gave her. She didn't deserve to die at the hands of that monster because of me.
I don't want her death to go without punishment of her murderer. That's why I've thought out a plan of my own. In about another hour, I will pack a bag with simple necessities and clothes, and then try to get out.
The plan is if I make it, I will find a job, and find a simple place to live. Be free of the prison I have lived in my entire life. I'll sought out my revenge precisely, and when I am ready I will return.
It will take some time, but it will be worth it in the end.
I doubt they'd expect me to retaliate because to them and everyone else I am a simple-minded scared little girl.
Never in a million years would people expect me to try and kill my own father. What they don't understand is he stopped being my father nine years ago, and Jasmine is the only one who could understand that.
But like I said, Jasmine is- was my only family.
Carlos is a murderer, and after a while, I hopefully will be too.
Putting three bullets in his chest for Jas, and one in his head for Miss Lucy.
A light knock on my door pulled me from my thoughts. I forced my sore legs to take a few steps across my room. They burn with each movement as my bare feet relax under the cold wooden floors.
The door swings open before I reach it, and James walks in with his devilish smirk tugging on his lips. The blood in my body chills as the sight, and my hands curl into tiny fist. My nails creating crescent moons in the palms of my hands.
I hate him so fucking much.
His white shirt fits snug on his upper body, but loosens over his abdomen. The water droplets falling from his chestnut brown hair let me know he just showered. His grey sweatpants are baggy around his thighs, but tightens at the ankles.
Piece of shit.
I let out a loud sigh at the annoyance building up in my body. My eyes roll to the back of my head at his mere presence. The lemon scent taking over my room. Causing my nose to crinkle, and lips to turn up into disgust. If I could kill this asshole right now, I wouldn't hesitate.
