Differences

Prologue:

The first part of the story, the 'prologue' is quite chunky but it would be much appreciated if you read till the end ❤❤❤

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Warnings: Mentions of- inappropriate language, dark themes, guns, violence, bullying, blood

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"Let me fucking go you bitch!" The helpless boy cried, beads of sweat covering his forehead and his dirty blond hair mattered to his head. But he was out of luck, he messed with the wrong kind.

"Let me be fucking clear Stupid, you mess with my sister, you mess with me. And let me fucking promise you, the end result isn't gonna be pretty. Especially if I decide to use the gun my dad gifted me last week." She replied back, anger strongly clinging on to each word while she placed her foot on top of the boy's head. She enjoyed asserting her dominance and revelled at the thought. 

Despite the obviously bad situation the boy was in, where his hands were tied with a well knotted rope, he continued on, "You're just a girl," he snarled. Whether he was oblivious to the situation or whether he was just plain stupid was unclear. But his statement earned a laugh from another voice.

Footsteps came closer, shadows became sharper, till a young man appeared before the boy, who took his place right next to the girl.

"Look, boy, she may be a girl, but her temper is worse than mine. And that says a lot because our whole family has anger issues and I'm gonna be an heir of a group you really don't want to mess around with." The young man explained while admiring his own gun as it came in contact with the boy's head. Silencer placed. Finger gripping on the trigger ever so slightly. Ready to fire.

"Don't kill unnecessarily," another voice boomed, held with clear sophistication, and authority.

"But he bullied Lily. He deserves a fucking lesson or two!" The girl exclaims while the young man chimes in "I agree. He really shouldn't be messing with us."

"And you two realise that things can be resolved without bloodshed?" The voice replies, but her presence was still undetectable.

"No," they both reply in unison.

Footsteps of heels clicking underneath the concrete tiles came closer and closer and then stopped, right in front of the boy who now had eyes bulging with fear for his life, trying to hold on to the small hope that this lady might let him leave, alive. The owner of the elegant voice crouched down to meet the boy at eye level, swatting the girl's foot and the young man's gun away from the boy's head, glaring at them both in the process.

"Young boy, I've heard that you hurt my little sister, severely at that too." She began, each word recited with clarity, she continued,  "you know, if I was also a little younger than what I am right now, I would've also blasted your brains out and mangled your body into bit and pieces until even your parents wouldn't have been able to recognise you anymore," the voice stated, the words sounding sweeter than the contents, but the boy finally understood where he was placed in the situation now.

They were the predator; he was the prey.

The voice went on.

"But I'm older now, and I have come to the realisation that blood alone isn't satisfying and involving labour for the likes of you, actually puts me at a disadvantage. So, here's what we'll do. You are to forget everything that happened in this room, and you are to never touch our sister ever again. Touch her, displease her, upset her, or talk about this incident and you will be put six feet underground alongside the slowest, most painful way of dying. And trust me, I know more ways to slowly, and painfully kill a person than a serial killer. Are we clear?"

The boy nodded frantically, only just wanting to get out of here alive.

"Good. Now, there will be a man outside that door who will deliver you to your house. Once you leave this place, not a word. Not a single word is to be mentioned. Yes?"

"Yes," the boy whispered

"Then go," the second the phrase was recited, the boy immediately got up and shot straight ahead towards the door.

"Why did you let him go so easily? Could've had fun times torturing that sick dick," the young lady finally exclaimed.

"Scaring a boy isn't as easy as you think. Once you place fear, he'll just faint. Not remembering a thing. There's nothing more disappointing than the idiot you're trying to torture not feel every millisecond of torture they deserve."

"Then why'd you let him go?"

"Because the torture he's about to go through is in the form of life and reality. It'll hit him so hard it'll be difficult to live. Hoping he was just killed instead." The voice replied.

Both the girl and young man looked at each other confused. What did their older sister planned for the boy who they wanted to torture so badly? Their faces urged their older sister to go on.

"First of all, he is a notorious bully within the school. I compiled every single case and sent it to the principal. I have also sent the same compilation of records to every single parent that attends the school as well as a few broadcasting stations. Gossip is the real fuel to the fire. Secondly, his parent's marriage is a loveless one. I may have pulled few strings to worsen the situation. Now they are going through the divorce process. Apparently, it's quite an ugly one at that too.  And lastly, since he liked to bully so much, I thought it would be nice for him to taste his own dose of medicine and spread a couple of rumours about him. Should keep it going long enough for him to realise he messed up," the voice concluded.

She was the brains of the family. The cool, level-headed, loyal, eldest child of the family. The older sister that all the younger siblings turn to. The older sister that gave unconditional love to each siblings when their parents were emotionally unavailable. The older sister that they all held respect to.

Undoubtedly, the boy suffered immense consequences. He was expelled from his school, which led him to being unable to attend any schools within the area he resided, his parents' marriage fall out, and every child in the area knew what he did, his parents' divorce and every single one of his most embarrassing moments. Humiliation was an understatement. But he could only blame himself. He put himself in the eyes of the family you want to avoid at all costs. The family known for its wealth, power, and beauty. But only the ones on their side or the side of their enemies know of the truth. The ugliness, the sacrifices, the bloodshed.

Of the Italian mafia family residing in America.

And unfortunately, he wasn't left with just death alone if the matter ended with the twins but became involved with the eldest child of the family. The most , calculative, cruellest female assassin of the family.

But she was severely misunderstood.

Never given the childhood she deserved. Never given priority like she prioritise her siblings. Never given the choice to make her own decisions.

She wasnever important in anyone's eyes. She wasn't given the heir title as the oldest child. She was replaceable. She was equal of useless. She was a nobody.

And no one loved her.