𝐒𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 (𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆)

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The Bride
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Here's how things work here. Mafia is all about heritage. When the leader dies, their successor takes over, just like the royals.

I am the successor of my father. Our mafia is supposed to go to me.

Here's where the problem comes to light: we don't know if my father's dead, and we can't proclaim him that until we are one hundred percent sure.

So that leaves us with the only thing that keeps the mafia going. "Marriage," my mother spits bitterly.

My mother was arranged to marry my father, and I wish I could say they fell in love. She hated him and never wanted me to go through the same 'torture.'

My mother is a feminist and always believed a woman could be as good as a man, in every aspect. She also thought that a woman had the right to choose who she wanted to marry and wanted to erase the rule of arranged marriage.

According to her, that's how the people realized my father was no longer making decisions for the mafia.

They gave us a month," she says, "or they kill us both."

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I am sitting in a car. Looking out the window. My body is tense, and my eyes are careful, noticing every little movement in, and outside the vehicle.

Next to me is a gun, for protection purposes. It couldn't be for anything else, since it's still daytime.

I'm in the backseat, and sitting next to me is Sofia, giving me a worrying look I try my best to avoid.

In the end, I fail.

"Sof, stop looking at me like that," I order her and she turns her head to the window instantly.

"Let me mourn in peace," she mutters quietly. I turn to her, only to be met with her thick ponytail.

"Sof, you need to stop being so dramatic," the person in the driver's seat comments.

Lorenzo Barone. The best driver I know. Once the three of us made a rumor that he was supposed to be in the new Fast and Furious, but they fired him because he was too 'fast and furious'.

The funniest part was, that people believed it.

"Yeah," I add to Enzo's comment, "Have you forgotten that I'm Isabella Valentino, the 'unkillable'?" I snap my fingers and lie. To her. To myself. To the whole car. And we all laugh. That was us. The unstoppable trio.

Sofia Bianchi, Lorenzo Barone, and Isabella Valentino.

We are like the Harry Potter trio, with fewer wands and more guns.

It's been a week since I got the news. No one took it well. At least no one I cared about.

The clock was ticking, and my mother had not found anyone. It was weird, considering that we own one of the biggest mafias in the world.

Everyone would love that kind of power, yet nobody wants to marry me to get it.

"Maybe they're scared of you?" Sofia said while I was lying on the bed, questioning my life. It could've been the reason. Believe it or not, grown men with hundreds of soldiers are, in fact, scared of me.

I got the nickname 'walking death' by the neighbor mafia.

I hated it. I am not 'death'. However, I am walking. For now.

I never fully understood the reason why everyone was pissing their pants when I walked by, but then my dearest friends explained it to me.

'You're scary as shit Issa. You're like a fucking shadow," Lorenzo would comment.