Metanoia (n.) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self or way of life.
Part one
Darcy Russo a nine year old girl living in a run down orphanage on the outskirts of Athens, Greece has had to fend for herself for the majority of her life. Bei...
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"It's all there," I say, handing him the duffle bag filled to the brim with cocaine over the table. I continue sipping my bourbon as he examines the bag, taking each package out and weighing it.
The Italian mafia's main source of income is arms dealing but they also have a very successful drug trafficking business. We don't waste our time selling to individuals, instead we sell to drug suppliers who then go on to sell it to their dealers.
Lorenzo assigned me to deal with this job because my farther has one of the biggest drug rings in the world, meaning I have plenty insider knowledge on how these deals should go down.
Rule number one is to always meet in a public place, some people are so desperate for drugs that they're willing to ambush the most powerful mafia in the world so you've got to stay in the open.
Right now I'm sat in one of Lorenzo's clubs, in the private vip area overlooking the drunken dancers below.
"How can we be sure it's as pure as you claim?" The new customer asks sceptically. I grab the bag and pull out a wrapped parcel before reaching into my shoe and pulling out my fifteen inch Rambo.
I cut it open and pull out a small baggie, lining six lines on the table with my card. I snort three of them before motioning for him to join me. He snorts two and his partner finishes the last one.
"Well?" I ask, wiping my nose.
"Yeah that'll do it," He grunts. His reaction was predictable, this shit is strong, the purest in the country.
Happy with the quality, he hands over the money and descends the club stairs towards the exit. I start to feel restless as the drugs and alcohol immediately hit.
Suddenly the alluring sound of laughter catches my attention.
I look down from the balcony over looking the dance floor as my eyes immediately find the girl in the black dress.
Her hips sway side to side, causing her short velvet dress to ride up ever so slightly, revealing her smooth thighs. I'm fully mesmerised by this girl, her tempting aura drawing me in.
Not only until she spins around and we make eye contact do I realise that it's Sin. Feeling an undeniable sense of protectiveness over her, I storm over to the stairs and down onto the dance floor.
I pull the guy she's dancing with off of her and wedge myself between them.
"Hey man, what the fuck." The middle aged man whines. I'm fully prepared to right hook him but the sound of giggling pulls me out of my angry haze.
I turn to Sin who looks very amused, most likely because of my furious state. "What are you doing here? This is no place for a sixteen year old girl," I whisper angrily.
She continues to dance, clearly wasted. "Actually seventeen," She corrects, peaking at her apple watch.
Suddenly something in the distance catches her attention, "Come on have a drink with me," She smiles while pulling my arm through the crowd.
