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I thought this place was finally gonna be an enjoyable experience for me. Far far away from all of my troubles in havensgrove - but I was later on known to be wrong. Extremely wrong.
his striking grey eyes followed my every step.
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"Dude I'm telling you. If we throw this party today, were gonna make people go crazy!" Lorenzo continues to complain to the rest of our friends, who are now laying lazily on the couch with an aggravated expression plastered on their faces.
"Can we just drop the subject? Even hawk said no. And you know It's not gonna happen when hawk himself says no." Riley responds, his head resting on the doorway with his legs crossed at the front.
"Daimen?" Enzo looks at me with hope across his eyes, as if I'm gonna somehow convince all three guys in the room to throw a back to college party. "Don't bother with Daimen." Riley pipes up before I can reply, with a mocking smirk plastered on his lips.
"He wouldn't dare show his face at a party, he'd be too busy following my dads orders around like a lost puppy." Riley continues with a chuckle, mov- -ing forward to grab his suit jacket from the nearest couch.
"You know, I'm starting to think you're jealous, Riley. Is this because your own father chose me to be the next capo and not you, Mr. Prim and proper?" I reply back with a smirk, not daring to take my eyes off him.
"Okay guys! No need for another cat fight." Waverly pushes past her brother, moving to sit close to me with an expression I can't quite land a finger on.
Waverly is the youngest of us six, which makes her seventeen. Zander, her dad, who happens to be the capo and Riley's dad, took me in at the ripe age of six after my parents had died in a house fire that I happen to have blank memory of, he was asigned to be my guardian due to him and my dad being great friends back then.
As for the others who live in this mansion, Hawk, and Romeo, were taken in years later after I was. Every single one of us he took had lost something, and is against the mafia globe.
Our secret society had started decades ago in the 1920s when John Katsaros, a famous business man, was found shot on his yacht in Las Vegas. Weeks after his death, his family home in Illinois, Chicago was invaded resulting in the disappearance of his 15 year old son, Edward, and the killing of his wife, the famous actress, Shelly Katsaros and his three sons.
Some speculated that John was involved in some serious mafia business, which probably was the case since he started getting filthy rich by the hour. People had their theories, and still have their theories as to this case is only known to them by name, The Katsaros Massacre.
As for Edward Katsaros the II, he turned out to be a real menace and every mafias worst enemy.
"Earth to Daimen?" Waverly cuts off my thoughts, waving a hand around my face. "Did you hear what I said?" She goes on with a huff. "Was I supposed to hear what you said?" I reply back with a cocked eyebrow. "Yes! I said will you please come with me to the bonfire party?"
"You? Bonfire? College party? I don't think so." Enzo jumps in the conver- -sation before I could even respond. Here we go again. "You're definitely not stepping a foot in that bonfire party. Keep dreaming though, sis." Riley says. "Bu- hey! Where are you going?" Waverly hits the arm chair out of frustration as Riley walks off without another word. His brand new prada loafers echoing around the house
