Dante Izzo, the ruthless mastermind of a criminal empire-walks through life's harsh exterior that befits his brutal reputation. Being the head of the most powerful criminal family and well-known for his ruthless murders, Dante epitomises violence.
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MY FAMILY has secrets; everyone knows we do. Our lives are built on a foundation of dirty money and blood-stained bills. Everyone in this house was guilty–we were born into a world of lies and deception that have kept us together, and our selfish desires shaped our actions. But, no matter how bad it gets, we will always stay a family, even if it means betraying ourselves.
The air is thick, humming with the secrets we pretended not to hear in the dreading hallways. "Do you sometimes wonder how life would be if we weren't born into this family?" Elda—my cousin—whispered, her head facing the dimly lit ceiling while lying on the bed.
I let out an almost pitiful laugh; life outside these walls is a distant dream. I chuckle, not because it's funny, but because the absurdity of the thought is the only way to cope.
"It keeps me up at night." She continued.
Her words were like a silent confession, "I used to, Elda, and I still do from time to time, but the more I think about it, the more I realize regardless of our efforts, we can't escape what we were born into."
She falls hushed.
We ache for a freedom we've never known.
She turns over, facing me, her russet curly hair spilling over her face. The silence stretched out between us, broken only by our breathing. Elda's mouth was a thin line, and I could see the furrow between her eyebrows deepen as she processed what I had said.
The air felt heavy with the weight of our unspoken thoughts. I could almost see the silence engulfing her like a shroud.
We have had this talk every time she came over for the night, always desperate for answers she knows we'll never receive.
Suddenly, a brief, sharp twinge gripped my chest. My hand instinctively reached over, gently caressing my chest through the silk of my shirt. This wasn't the first time I'd felt this pain, but it seemed to be getting worse every day. These sudden chest pains were becoming all too familiar.
I turn over, facing the ceiling again, and take a deep breath, then slowly exhale. "I can't wait to leave this house," I utter.
It's the only thing I've looked enthusiastic about doing since I was fourteen. Her lips tighten, and her fingers absent-mindedly trace the wrinkles of the bedsheet.
Elda's voice shook as she questioned, "When is that?" Her uncertain eyes fixed on mine.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself before answering, "I don't know, but I hope it's soon."
There are exactly a few months left till I give up on myself.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE
OKAY, THAT WAS THE PROLOGUE. I BEEN SO SCARED, BRO. THIS IS SO SCARY; I KNOW THIS IS NOT THE BEST PROLOGUE. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, BUT I STILL HOPE YOU LIKE IT! GRAMMARLY IS MARKING MY AUTHORS NOTE WITH SO MANY GRAMMAR ERRORS, ANYWAY, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING THE PROLOGUE, I DOUBT ANYONE IS READING THIS BOOK, BUT REGARDLESS. I LOVE YOU, PLEASE TELL ME YOUR OPINION AND MAKE A COMMENT! I LOVE YOU, MAKE SURE TO EAT. YOU ARE WORTH IT ALL. <3
