After 8 generations the American mafia finally had birthed not just one but two girls.
Demontre and Angelica Smith along with their triplet brother were the hearts of the American and the Italian mafia.
Suddenly their hearts were shattered when th...
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*TW* this chapter deals with abuse, incest, and rape.
Painting my lips with my Dior red lipstick I can't help the smile that overtakes my face. Looking down at my iPad that shows a stream of a warehouse from the front.
Well it was a warehouse now it's just a land of rumble... rumble and my twin sisters dead body.
Smirking as I glance down at the screen I use my finger to trace the outline of my screen feeling content that my bitch of a sister and her family is gone.
Every since we were kids I was in her shadows. We were twins we were supposed to be treated equally.
Yet because I popped out of a vagina a few second's earlier I was supposed to protect her.
Take care of Reese, Elle. Give Reese half of your fries she's still hungry, Elle. Let Reese play with your tablet Elle hers is dead.
Literally from the moment we can walk it was clear she was the golden child, favored by everyone else. I was supposed to just let her have everything thing she wanted- spoiled entitled brat.
Then her father started to train us, prep us but what I didn't know I was being prepped to be a gangbanger wife. A life where i would be expected to be seen not heard, a piece of property who's only skill set is spreading my legs.
But Reese was smart, she was poised even as a child she was destined for a life where she wouldn't be raped by her so called husband like me. She was being prepped to be a mafia/gang doctor- still in the action but not directly there.
A life where she would be respected and go home to here normal life her cute kids and her stock broker husband.
Why?
Why was she allowed to he happy and normal and I was destined to be a brainless slut.
She didn't even try!
I learned how to cook when I was 4 in an attempt to make my dad happy. He spat in my food, would throw up in it and tell me to eat it, place my fingers on the hot stove, and be overall ungrateful. I cleaned everything, was always with a smile, never in the way and it went unthanked.
What was my sister doing?
Coloring! Playing dragons! Eating brownies! Being a kid something I could never do, something I never had. She had to have fun while our father was verbally, emotionally, and soon physically abusive to me.
Then the abuse turned sexually.
I was only 6.
Our father told me he was preparing my body for the only thing I could be good for. Even though I was 6 I was a kid genius my iq at that point was higher then most adults.
