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The sight of a put together woman stares back at me through my vanity, and for the first time in a while I'm happy with my appearance. My wavy black hair cascades down to the end of my rib cage and the green eyes that I got from my mama and share with my brother can almost be considered as innocent. Yet, I'm the only one who knows the truth about what I have done, and trust me when I say it's not pretty. I'm not a monster, I just do bad things. That's what I used to tell myself every night, but now I've just grown accustomed to the fact that I'll never be anything less than one.

I manage to get up from my chair without my vision blackening, and I stroll downstairs, eager to leave this whole house. As much as I'd love to stay in the warmth of my bed, I have a lot to do today. And one of them things is to do with a certain grey-eyed male. An extremely handsome, but also a massive cunt of a man.

"Adrianna." My shoulders tense as I hear the voice of my papá call out from behind me, and my whole mood immediately worsens. Dread. I never looked forward to speaking with papá, and I'm not going to start now.

I slowly turn on my heal, and look slightly up to him. The scars littering his face could almost have me believe that he's intimidating, however I knew how to push his buttons. And it wasn't that hard to get what you want from papá, especially if you know how to manipulate such a devil.

"Papá." I meet his gaze, more like a stare, and raise an eyebrow. I stare into his black orbs and even as a little girl I knew my dad was the devil's reincarnation, and I'm just unlucky that I am his child. A human who shares blood and genetics with such an inhumane yet human being.

It always surprised me that I grew up with the nickname of being such a saint, yet now I'm anything but. Such a massive contrast between how my brother grew up. It was said he had a pure and soft soul, and that remains unchanged.

My body grows intrigued as I let the emotions on his face sink in. He looks tired, but nonetheless angry. He signals a nod with his head towards the direction of his office, and once again I grow full of dread. This is going to end in shouting and my blood boiling. Not surprising in the slightest. That's the way most civil conversations in this household go.

I follow my father's footsteps quickly and manage to catch up and walk in sync with him, side by side. To my surprise, I see my brother settled in a chair on the other side of the desk, a chair next to him. Great, now I have to hold a scoff in.

Papá pulls my seat out from directly next to Andrés and signals me to sit. The way he carries himself indicates power and anger, yet I'm not scared. He doesn't frighten me.

"Adrianna, we need to talk." Father clasps his hands together and rests them on the desk, his eyes constantly flicking between both me and my older brother. "No one's stopping you papá, speak." Already having enough of his still-not-over temper tantrum, I allow myself to rest back in the seat.

My father's jaw clenches and I can tell he's already grown agitated by my presence. He wanted to speak with me, so he may as well handle my attitude.

"Why did you kill Matteo? Be honest mija." Him attempting to advise me in a calm manner, made me feel anything but calm. Instead, rage fills my blood slowly, but surely. However, before I could open my mouth to defend myself once again, Andrés does the job for me.

"She didn't do anything. Like she told you previously, the god damn bullet isn't any of ours." I snap my head in the direction of him, and look at his side profile in shock. Andrés has actually grown a backbone for once. And this is the first time I've seen him even have the bravery to show anger towards our papá.