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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Veronica's POV
I've been so busy, I haven't even realised The Fourth Mafia Ball is tonight.
Particularly in 2 hours.
Tonight is hosted by Antonie Black, AKA CASH.
The French Mafia. He makes his targets drink melted steel or gold if he's feeling "fancy" CASH is one of the richest Mafia's there has ever been.
I am not prepared at all. I dont even have a fucking dress. And it feels like I haven't killed anybody in forever.
Hopefully I get that chance tonight.
"What are you smirking about?"
I aggressively flinch back hearing a voice.
Marcus.
I put a hand on my chest, trying to calm my breathing down. "Marucs, What the fuck? You can't sneak up on people like that."
Marcus rolls his eyes and opens the fridge, grabbing a packet of green grapes. He sits down on the chair opposite me on the island and opens his grapes.
"Have you found anything?" I ask impatiently.
Marcus puts a grape in his mouth, and chews on it, looking at me confused, "Who?"
I sigh loudly, "The Morroto's?" I ask, shaking my head.
He takes a minute before realising, and nodding exaggeratingly, "Oh, them!"
I nod and smile sarcastically, waiting for him to share the details, "Didn't find anything."
I groan loudly, Marcus shakes his head, before pointing at me, "Don't you have a ball to worry about?"
"So do you." I say annoyed.
"At Least I have an outfit." he says grinning at me, putting more grape's in his mouth.
"Wha- How do you know I don't have an outfit?" I ask him bewildered that he even knows.
Did he go into my closet?
Marcus smirks at me, "I didn't, but I do now." He shrugs, putting the rest of the grapes back in the fridge.
Motherfucker.
"Better get searching then, The Ball is in 2 hours." He says, leaving the kitchen.
"I KNOW!" I shout after him, earning a laugh from him in return.
I've got 2 hours to find a dress for this stupid ball.
Fuck my life.
~~~
The day of the auction came quicker than anticipated. Was I prepared?
Fuck no.
The car transporting us slowly pulled into the driveway of the tall sky-scraping building.
