Wife of fortune

Chapter 1

GRAYSON

Cold. White. Lifeless. I think looking at the body ahead of me. I've seen many bodies in my 25 years of life, cold, stiff, bloody, ripped apart, some of my own doing. It never bothered me, I was raised in a world where you kill or be killed. Constantly looking over your shoulder, people who could be your friends or your worst enemy.

I look to my right as my sister sniffles, wiping away the tear that escaped her eye. She let's out a breath and lifts up her head and looks at the casket as if she didn't just shed a couple tears.

I look at the man lying in the dark wood casket. My grandfather. It's was long due, but yet something about this still unnerves me. He was 93, he lived a long and good life for a man who's done so much bad. Even good people don't live that long. A weird way how the world works.

I guess when you're a little child you never think of your relatives dying, especially someone so close, they were there for everything and the thought of them not being there anymore is hard for us to accept. Our mind is very advanced but not to something like this, it can't comprehend a loss of something so important and alive.

I'm brought out of my thoughts as my sister touches my arm and I notice that he's already lowered into the grave and my mother is dropping her 3 handfuls of sand on the grave.

I walk up with Bella and do the same. As we walk back I get a better look at everyone here. Everyone is dressed in black, as they should. Family, friends, allies have shown up to show their respect.

We left the cemetery and went back to my grandfathers mansion, his home, to let everyone drown their sorrows in food and alcohol.

"I'm sorry for your loss" Aunt Valeria is squeezing my hand and giving me a sorrow look as she walks to Bella and gives her the same look and squeezes her hand.

"I'm sorry for your loss" My uncle is next, my fathers brother, one of the persons I despise the most. He looks to my father and then back at me. "When is the will reading?" He asks.

"You just buried your father and all you can think about is the will?" I ask.

"No, I just haven't gotten any messages about when it's happening" he says almost surprised that I accused him of only caring about the will. He could hide his act from the rest but not from me and my family, we all knew what he had done and what were his ways. He wanted nothing more than to have the mafia my ancestors built and my father had been taking care of for years.

"Maybe because you're not getting anything" I say and walk away from him and to the table to take a shot of whiskey. The burn feeling comforting.

"I can't stand him" my sister, Bella, comes next to me taking a shot as well as she turns around and looks at our uncle Ivan. "He asked me if I know anything about the will" she puts down the shot glass and looks at me.

"Me too" I replied.

"Mom would beat his ass if she heard him" she then says and pulls out her phone from her handbag.

"I wanted to put a bullet in him, but I have too much respect for grandfather to do something like that at his funeral" I turned around from the crowd and looked out the large window glass of my grandfather mansion.

"Well he obviously doesn't" Bella says and slides her phone back in her purse. She looks at me for a moment and then continues on. "I think I'm gonna head out, see you tomorrow morning" she says and I nod and she walks away.

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"Good morning" my grandfathers lawyer comes in and sets his portfolio on the desk and then only looks at us. "Good you're all here" he says and sits down.