Mafia Bucky Barnes AU
The Venniverse
"Guilt is the mafia of the mind." - Robert Mandel
She wanted nothing to do with the family business. Her brother was next in line to take over. She wanted a normal life. A normal career. But what happens when a...
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I slowly breathe out, touching the glass that separated between my hotel room and the snowy slopes of Vermont.
Everything here was somehow softer, quieter. The wind was even calmer. If I squinted, I could see tiny blobs of people riding down the steeper, far more dangerous hills. It made my heartbeat speed up, in the best, most exhilarating ways.
I missed those hills. I missed the simpler times. Where you didn't have to think as much. Worry as much. Where all you thought about was school or who you were going to hang out that weekend. If you would get in trouble for drinking underage.
I let out a puff of hot breath against the window, letting a small piece fog up. Taking my finger, I write Dante's name. It only takes a few seconds before the glass return back to its original form. And even though I know the imprint will be wiped away once it's cleaned by housekeeping, I'd like to think his essence will remain here. Like his ghost will be here forever snowboarding down the black diamond hills.
Yeah ... this is exactly what I needed. Hushed, mellowed sounds of the snow as the wind softly blew the top of the snow from side to side.
•
Six Years Ago
"Anna!" The voice calls out for me.
I had fallen into the snow face down, but the feeling of being in the snow was too good to stand up. I knew that if I stayed in this fluffy snow, I would end up with hypothermia. I sigh, and then I am suddenly pulled out of my cold comfort, and into the arms of my older brother as he starts dragging me uphill.
"What in Jack Frost's name are you doing Little Anna?" he hisses into my ear. "Are you trying to get father to kill me? Because you are quite frankly doing an excellent job at it."
He gently shoves me onto the chairlift, making sure I wasn't going to fall. He grabs my arm and intertwines it with his own. "One day you're going to get into some deep shit. No way are you going to the black diamond hills. You're not careful. Oriana, are you listening?" He places his hand on my snowboarding helmet, turning it to face him.
I move his hand away. "I'm listening Dante. I am careful! I was fine out there —"
"You fell and rolled down the hill! You didn't try to stop or anything. Just let the snow take you. That's dangerous and irresponsible."
I groan, pulling my goggles over my face. I didn't want him to see my face and its expressions."
He sighs, leaning his body over into mine. "I know you're upset about what father said yesterday."
I don't move, but he knows I'm listening. Father had said he was looking for a husband for me to marry. To strengthen our family, but I really think it was because he couldn't control me the way he wanted. He wanted me to be the perfect mafia princess for him. To go to parties like a disciplined child. Be a perfect mafia wife to some trust fund baby like me, and see him run his mafias, under my father's watch of course. It was my worst nightmare. But I already had a book out, and it was doing decently well. No matter how much my father threw his comments my way about how he felt.
