"The most Sinful thing can bring you the most pleasure
or the most pain."
Kidnapped at fifteen, Amelia De Luca was thrust into a dark underworld, doing whatever it took to survive. Shuffled through adoption homes, she finally found herself in the c...
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𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀 ||
Stepping into the kitchen, I immediately feel the weight of all eyes on me. The intensity of their gaze, combined with the grandeur of the moment, sends a shiver down my spine. My gaze lands on two figures, familiar from the painting I glimpsed last night. The woman, poised and radiant, exudes an aura of authority that instantly makes me feel smaller in her presence. She must be Maya Solace, the matriarch of this powerful family, her very demeanor a testament to her formidable role as the Don of the Solace Mafia.
"Good morning, Amelia." As Azriel greets me, I can't help but flash a mischievous smirk at both him and Rome, promptly flipping them off. Their reaction is palpable; jaws clench, arms fold defensively, their irritation clear as day.
"I like her." A hushed whisper catches my attention, and I glance over to see Maya conversing with the man beside her. He mirrors her confidence, his demeanor echoing hers in a striking display of strength. The Solace siblings, heirs to a legacy of lethal prowess, their reputation preceded only by the shadow of Diana King's heroic sacrifice. Diana King died saving Maya. I guess Maya wanted to live the life that Diana would've wanted her to, and they say romance is dead.
"Hi, I'm Maya Solace," the woman introduces herself, closing the distance between us with graceful strides. Her outstretched hand bears a warmth that belies her imposing presence.
"It's nice to meet you, Ms. Solace," I reply, reciprocating the handshake. Her grip is firm, conveying a quiet strength that commands respect.
"Please, call me Maya," she insists, a smile gracing her lips. "'Ms. Solace' makes me feel ancient. Only my Mafia associates call me that."
"Okay, Maya. It's nice to meet you," I respond, feeling a sense of camaraderie in her friendly demeanor. She steps back, allowing her brother to approach. With a gallant flourish, he takes my hand and plants a kiss on my knuckles, a gesture both charming and chivalrous."It's nice to meet you, Ms. De Luca." He said with a charming smile, I smiled nodding in response.
"Azriel, I was thinking I could take Amelia out to get some clothes; she doesn't have any that would be suitable to wear around here," Alexia proposes, prompting Maya and Leo to exchange perplexed glances.
"What types of clothing do you have?" Leo inquires, and I can't help but smirk at the thought.
"Dresses that I'd wear while dancing against a pole, watching perverted men masturbate in front of me... Or other clothing I'd wear while pleasing my old boss," I explain, revealing a glimpse of my past and perhaps my present under Rome and Azriel's employment.
