Book three of the only series
They gave her one mission. They told her to find the Chicago mob Capo and get revenge. So they sent her away. She had a plan. A mindset. Goals she needed to reach.
Until she met his son.
He was supposed to be the en...
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The faint smell of my mother's cooking made its way to my nose as I ascended down the stars. I wiped my palm against my dress, the one I was always required to wear to every dinner. Orders from my father. I got treated differently than my brothers, they got to wear whatever they wanted and they got to leave the dinner table whenever they wanted too.
But not me.
I had to ask permission. I had to wear whatever was laid out for me. I had to eat what they told me to eat and I was never really allowed outside.
I didn't understand why. I always thought it was because of my age. But when I saw other girls my age with freedom that thought quickly disintegrated. Then I thought it was because I was a girl, that's why I wasn't allowed to eat as much or talk to other people. But the books I read, girls did whatever they wanted.
So why couldn't I?
I was human too.
Just like everyone else. So why did I get treated differently?
My eyes watered as I continued to walk down the stairs, only to stop a second later when sudden yelling filled in between the shiny walls of our home.
"You can't do that!"
"Like hell I can't. Gaia. I can do whatever the hell I want!"
"She's my daughter, Micheal. Mine! Just because you lost Layla and Charlotte does not mean you get to take away my daughter from me-"
There was a loud bang, cutting off my mother.
"Don't talk about that bitch. Charlotte is a whore and I'm glad she fled. She was too soft for her own good. That daughter of hers is just going to fall in the same step as her."
I sank down on the step I was standing on, trying my best to keep quiet as my father yelled.
"She left you because she didn't want you to sell her daughter, that's why. And I won't let you take Faye away from me."
I dug my nails into my palms, trying to make sense of their conversation. What did my mom mean about taking me away? I didn't want to leave, sure my father wasn't nice and my brothers hated me but I loved my mom and the house. I liked living in Sicily even if people were mean.
This was my home.
"She'll make me a lot of money, Gaia. We'll be rich for a long time," My father said.
What?
"I don't care!-"
"Have you looked at our daughter? The second I put a price on her she'll be gone in seconds. She's too pretty to stay in this home."
My heart clenched. I didn't want to leave.
"Faye," I heard my name being called from behind me. But I didn't dare turn around, knowing it was Thomas. My oldest brother. He wasn't the nicest, but Sebastian, my other older brother, was nicer.
