BOOK 1
Veronica Garcia, a smart and beautiful fifteen-year-old, had endured enough of her stepfather's abuse. One fateful night, during his drunken rage, she seized her chance to escape, fleeing to her abuelo's mansion for solace. However, her newfo...
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Marco's POV
As I watch Veronica leave I smile to myself.
She's my sister alright.
Taking a puff of my cigarette I think to myself.
When we were younger I was closest to Veronica out of all of my siblings, when we were together we were inseparable. But ever since Valentina took Veronica away from us, I have never been the same.
When I was with Veronica I was kind, caring, and fun. But after Veronica was taken I grew quiet, distant, and cold. I isolated myself from my brothers and father.
I was eight when she was taken.
It's as if my family doesn't even know me anymore.
Not that I can blame them. I'm not proud of who I've become, let alone who I am.
I believe that it would be much better if I just disappeared.
Dad and the rest of my brothers doesnt know I have been talking to Veronica. I think dad is going to try to speak to her, but personally I can't see that happening, because it's obvious that Veronica has some sort of Vendetta against us. Lord knows why.
I highly doubt she even knows we are her family, and I think dad is planning on telling her today.
Staring up at the stars, I suddenly hear Enzo's voice, "Hey Marco! Dad want us all together to speak to Veronica." He says, causing me to nod and follow him inside.
Walking side by side with Enzo, I can hear classical music playing, and people exchanging friendly conversations. I spotted father and the rest of my brothers sitting on our reserved table, and Enzo and I walked up to them, taking our seats.
Angelo and father are having what looks like a serious conversation, and Dante and Carlos are on their phones, not taking their eyes off the screen. They are typing on their phones as if they are texting each other.
After a while Enzo groans annoyed and snatches Dantes phone, looking at what he's doing, "You little shits. You made a family group chat without me?" Enzo exclaims, pointing at the phone in disbelief.
Dantes sighs, "Yes. We did. The last one we had, you kept spamming memes in it."
Enzo scoffs in disbelief, "That was five years ago! I've grown up and I'm more mature now." He says, narrowing his eyes at Dante.
Enzo adds himself to the group chat and passes the phone back to Dante. Dante snatches the phone off him and slaps the back of Enzo's neck. Hard.
"Ouch dude! What's wrong with you?!" Enzo shouts, as he rubs his neck, glaring at Dante, who was grinning at him.
"The back of your neck looked tempting to slap," Dante shrugs.
"Yeah, that's true. He has a slappable neck, you know?" Carlos observed.
